The Lightbringer reached up with trembling hands, wrapping his fingers around the blood soaked blade that was protruding from his chest.
"T-that's... not possible..."
The sword forced itself deep, causing a torrent of blood to pour from his mouth, which still hung open in disbelief, as the cross guard pressed against his back. His divine, wing and a half formed of pure light shattered into motes of light that fell to the ground like glitter, and the intense glow that covered his eyes retreated.
Seth raised his hand, curling his finger as if he was beckoning the Lightbringer to approach, to which he unwillingly obeyed. The sword forced itself into his back, pushing him along the ground, his feet dangling helplessly and dragging behind him as he was dragged like a puppet on strings, until he stopped in front of Seth.
