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"Rise, little Daeva. For the justice that you've done for me and the rest of Atreia, you shall live. Through my power and my right as Aion, you are kept safe from the jaws of death."

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The first thing that he saw when he came to was Nyunta, crying over him. He was able to vaguely recall the moments before he... died, for lack of a better description. And the God that spoke to him once he had passed over to join the rest of the Abyss. It was almost surreal to think that the very God that created him and the planet that he inhabited had spoken to him, saved him. But none of that was as important as this moment.

"... didn't I tell you, Nyun? The heroes never die."

Crepusculum knew for a fact that he had startled her, as her head whipped up to look at him in shock. The wound on his stomach was long since healed by his savior. All that was left to signify that he had ever been injured was the dried blood and tears in his armor. For all intensive purposes, he had never died. He had merely fallen asleep or something along that road of thought. But the reality, the truth, was much much darker.

"Crep!" his student-turned-lover embraced him, smashing his face in her cleavage.

He had to admit, dying was nice if this was the way he was greeted upon his return. Then he immediately silenced that thought as he remembered how distraught the purplette was. The Assassin loved her too much to put her through that again, especially when he could just ask her to get this whenever he wanted. Nyunta sobbed into his hair, clutching him tight as though he'd vanish and be replaced with his corpse.

Instead, the Asmodae adopted a melancholy smile. "I missed you, too."

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They had won.

The Guardians of Oblivion had managed to hold back the enemy forces and, in time, defeat them. With Taika in the lead, they sealed the portal linking Asmodae and the homeworld of the Balaur. Permanently. They would never again look over there shoulders in trepidation of being invaded by the Dragonic beings. Pandaemonium was safe, everyone was safe.

And nobody would ever know of the valiant sacrifice made by Crepusculum. For as they moved to celebrate their victory and mourn their dead, the master Assassin was right alongside them. He was humbled to see that he was the only one that the God had saved, to see that he was the only one that had been killed and resurrected by Aion itself. Nyunta was sworn to secrecy on the matter, ensuring that they were the only ones that would ever know. Neither of them needed to problems that would come with such knowledge leaking out into the public.

"So... where did you have in mind for this vacation?"

Crep would forever remember how her eyes came alive at his words, and the memories that followed.