"All the devils on Earth mush be sent back down to hell."
"That doesn't include you William."
"Of course it does. I started this, I must see it through to the end."
"Not your end. You don't have to die."
"I do."
"Liar!"
"(Y/n) calm down." Albert requests, putting his hand on the small of her back.
William looks away and clenches his fists. "This is my plan (n/n)."
"Don't call me that. You don't get to call me that anymore."
William frowns and looks into her eyes.
The tears blur her vision and he sees her anguish and hatred.
He walks over slowly and cups her cheek.
"You are not a devil. You aren't even just an angel. You are so much more than that." The woman whispers and grips his hand tightly.
"(N/n)," he whispers. "The devils will be extinguished and when Sherlock takes my life it will all be over. The pure world I built for you will shine brightly."
"Why do I get to live? It's not fair."
"Because my last selfish request is a part of me lives on with you. You won't forget me."
(Y/n) buries her face in his chest as she cries again.
William's heart clenches and he holds her close. "(N/n) please don't cry. I know I can't be here for you, but you won't be alone."
Louis clenches his fists, unable to lift his gaze off the ground.
Moran crosses his arms.
Albert pulls the woman into his chest and rubs her back. "Exactly. We will continue where he leaves off."
(Y/n) grips Albert's robe tightly.
"All the devils must be sent back, and I will be the final one." William whispers and kisses her cheek.
"The devils." She mumbles weakly, staring at his slippers.
"Yes."
"Will are you sure?" Albert whispers then looks at his brother.
"Yes." William responds shortly.
His hand reaches out to her but he pulls away.
"This is the last time you'll see me. Please don't let it end like this. Smile for me please, (n/n)."
(Y/n) takes a shaky breath then turns to the blonde.
Her smile is wide as tears stream down her cheeks rapidly.
"The Lord of Crime shall die and you will live on in my heart."
William burns her image into his mind, looks around at the others then leaves.
Moran walks to the window and sees William. "He's gone."
(Y/n) collapses to her knees and cries loudly.
Albert's eyes widen and he quickly follows her down and holds her.
They rock back and forth for a while.
No one could say anything.
Louis clenches his fists, watching the woman, wishing he could do the same. But he knew he needed to be strong.
Finally Moran and Bond leave, slowly followed by Fred and Jack.
Albert looks up at Louis and gestures down to (Y/n) with his head.
The two lift the woman to her feet and escort her to her room.
Albert sits on the bed, leaning against the headboard.
Louis lays (Y/n) on her side so her head rests on his brother's lap.
Albert pets her hair while she sniffles and hiccups.
Louis hands her a box of tissue which she takes advantage off, throwing them in the trash bin Louis holds up for her.
"Deep breaths," Albert whispers.
His fingers run through her hair, calming the woman.
It didn't take long for her to pass out from exhaustion.
Louis looks at Albert. "I'll look after her while you're away."
"Thank you Louis. She'll need you more than ever."
