OC CHALLENGE: NOMADI

7, Deathbed

STAB

Nomadi looked down to see Tyrex's pitchfork spearing his chest in two places, the third prong suspended above his shoulder. He coughed in pain, as he directed his purple eyes up to the infernal emperor.

"Well... This is embarrassing... Are you happy now, Lord Tyrex?"

Tyrex smiled an unnaturally, or rather supernaturally wide grin full of fangs and spite. Nomadi bled down the weapon, feabally attempting to pull his weight off the prongs. Tyrex laughed at the hopeless effort.

"Is this... is this really wh... what you want? No one to rival you? Well... congratu-fucking-lations..."

Tyrex licked his lips sadisticly, locking his infinitely black eyes on the fallen angel. Nomadi called forth the Soul Claw, but not to attack. He dropped it at Tyrex's hooved feet.

"There... Is what remains of your wife... I know... You miss her... b-bitterly." He pants, spitting up dark blood.

Tyrex brutally ripped Nomadi off his pitchfork by his wings. "Do you have any last requests, Nomadi, perfect death angel?"

Nomadi's eyes were clouded, the deep purple had nearly been completely consumed by milky white. He choked on his dying words:

"Look after... the girl..."