Nero fell to the ground as tens of swords fell on him, bloodying his body.

  I guess this is it. It wasn’t so bad. Yeah, right. Fuck it all.

  He coughed up blood, looking at it with his hand, smiling.

  “Lady priestess, before I die… I love you. You were my first.”

  He coughed up more blood.

  What the fuck? How can I even say that? She’s the one killing me! Damn it! The power of beauty. That damned Servantus was right. And now, I’ll die. What a joke.

  “Not so quickly, mister. Tell me who the Creator is.”

  “I love you, lady priestess.”

  She undid her spell and put a sword through his gut, making him scream.

  “Tell me who the Creator is!”

  Nero couldn’t register what she said, as the pain was too much, while Sakura, in her madness, cut off Nero’s every limb, even his manhood; Nero couldn’t say anything anymore, his body unmoving.

  All this just to get my dick wet? Funny how a man thinks.

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  “Don’t worry, you won’t die just yet, filthy immortal.”

  Sakura took twenty steps away from him, casting a spell; soon after, Nero was covered in purple flames, his body now only bones.

  The things I must go through for love. She said I won’t die. I forgot I am immortal, but why do I feel as if she could kill me? Well, as far as I’m concerned, I’m already dead.

  Sakura summoned a huge black boulder in the air, letting it fall on Nero, who was now only a skeleton; the huge stone crushed Nero’s bones, turning them into powder dust. Sakura unsummoned the big black stone, looking at whatever was left of Nero.

  “God Blessed by Roses? More like God Cursed with Bad Luck.”

  I will fuck the shit out of her one day. Fuck! This isn’t even pain anymore, just numbness. I feel nothing. My mind is filled with mixtures of arousal, lust, and anger.

  “Lady priestess—no, fucking bitch, what do you think you’re doing, huh? I’ll use your body as my fucktoy for what you’ve done to me.”

  “Oh, so you can still speak? Surprising. Not many gods can do that after that, especially while they’re dust.”

  “I don’t feel anything anymore—you destroyed my body.”

  “Yet, you can still speak? You monster.”

  “As far as I’m concerned, you are the monster, bitch.”

  “Say bitch again, it’ll be your last.”

  “Bitch.”

  Sakura enchanted her sword, surrounded by purple fire.

  “Blame your Creator for your death, filthy immortal.”

  Sakura moved close to him, smiling, her face contorting in rapture.

  “Time to end this.”

  Nero started to laugh; he couldn’t stop laughing, and Sakura closed the distance.

  “Farewell, filth.”

  Sakura dealt the final blow, hitting the white marble floor where the dust of Nero’s bones was, creating a circle of purple flame, though Sakura did not burn.

  I am fading away. This bitch wasn’t joking. I want to fucking rape her guts out—the bitch.

  “Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon.”

  Nero died.