The world tilted, a dizzying spiral of stars and blood. Joseph felt the burn of the blade in his chest, a searing agony that stole breath. His legs buckled, and his head began to throb, his vision swimming in a crimson haze.
He crumpled to the ground, his hand instinctively clutching at the wound, his fingers coming away slick with his own lifeblood.
"What a pity…" Samsara's voice was but a whisper, "You really were… useful…"
Joseph coughed, a choked, gurgling sound.
He croaked, cried and cackled as his life seemed to in an instant slip away.
From the highest high to the lowest low, betrayed by the only person he had trusted.
It was the perfect moment, caught off guard, not giving any chance for whatever possessed him to be unleashed…
Samsara's mouth was unreadable beneath her mask.
She took a step closer.
Her hand reached for the hilt of the blade protruding from Joseph's chest, fingers delicately tracing the curve of the steel.
"I suppose… I'll take this back now…"
