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Kuaiji did not scream when Serendice died, but a part of him wept for the angel. There was nothing his power could do for her body, and like his own, it had become a broken shell. Poor, bloodied, and forgotten by life. Instead he cradled her being within his own and floated for awhile.
You are right about one thing, angels don't die, to die is to be forgotten, and you will not be forgotten
Kuaiji drifted into ether, carrying his delicate load with him, and found what he was looking for. He whispered again into her mind and set her free into what he sought.
The dragon was huge, an awesome beast that defied logic and physics. When it opened its eyes however, its size was overpowered by the grief in the golden eyes. It slowly flexed its massive wings and arms, and screamed an awesome scream, one of rage, pain, and revenge
Serendice would rise again, one last battle, she flexed her mighty wings and took to the air, tearing through ether into the real world. Still though, she could hear Kuaiji's soft voice
If you wish death, drift away and die, if you wish revenge, stay with this mighty form. It is your choice
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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death
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