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A pained, desperate gasp for air echoed throughout the chamber. Pain. Pain was the only thing Shadow Milk Cookie could feel flowing throughout his being.
Above him, his other half - his facial expression now tainted with unbridled rage - had the tip of his staff pierced through his soul jam.
Tears pricked at the corners of Shadow Milk's eyes, impairing his vision even further. Warm and sticky jam flowed from his essence, staining his ruffled collar and flowing onto the chill marble floor.
A trembling hand found it's way to his soul jam, quickly wanting to recoil away as his fingers smudged his blood.
The same hand reached out, though it found no surface to rest onto.
Shaky and genuine, he could only find two words to gasp out, complimented with a wavering smile. "'Nilly... mercy..."
In response, Pure Vanilla dug his staff in further, causing his arm to drop in shock. Despite the ancient's quivering grip, his voice was even and clear. "Look what you turned me into. Look what we've become."
His tone faltered slightly as the blunt tip fought it's way deeper. "You didn't stop when I begged you." A choked sob made itself audible. "You said the world was dark."
A loud yell resonated throughout the space as the staff took another violent push downward. Pure Vanilla leaned down closer to his tormentors limp body. "You never gave me mercy, so why should I offer you such luxury?"
Shadow Milk Cookie's blood began filling his lungs, shooting out his mouth as he coughed. With glossy eyes, he took one final look at the ancient.
"I hope whatever awaits you is what you deserve."
Pure Vanillas staff found itself all the way through Shadow Milk Cookie's chest.