Farewell

Asmo left the" Merry Christmas Atmosphere" and vanished to the cemetery.

He had gone to pay his last respects to his deceased human best friend he fondly nicknamed Johnny Boy.

The noble prince of Hell, departed from the festive Christmas atmosphere cooked up by his brothers and made his way to the serene cemetery. The purpose was to honor the memory of his departed human confidant, Johnny Saint, a cherished friend whom he held dear which wouldn't happen as long as his brothers followed him.

Thinking back to what happened when he got there was a blur but it seemed like something as simple as this:

Upon reaching the cemetery grounds, he discovers Johnny's widow, Klair, weeping inconsolably at his gravesite. Initially intending to offer her solitude in her time of mourning, Asmo finds himself unable to depart as she acknowledges his presence. With tear-streaked cheeks, she beseeches him for information regarding Johnny's untimely demise, fully aware of his reticence. Despite this, she implores Asmo to avenge her husband's tragic fate and bring retribution upon the perpetrator.

Or he wished that was how it simply ended but in truth it was harder and sadder.

The cemetery was a somber and tranquil place, adorned with weathered tombstones and shadowy trees that cast ethereal silhouettes under the bright sky. A gentle breeze carries the faint scent of withered roses, while the distant sound of rustling leaves infuses the air with a ghostly whisper. The atmosphere is steeped in a poignant stillness, punctuated only by the soft murmur of mournful hymns and the occasional fluttering of a raven's wings. Johnny's grave is adorned with flickering candles and wilted floral tributes, nestled amidst a backdrop of ivy-draped headstones, evoking a sense of serene melancholy.

Klair, a woman of striking poise and sorrowful grace, is dressed in mourning attire, her once vibrant eyes now clouded with tears. Her countenance bears the weight of profound loss, yet beneath her grief, there lingers a quiet strength and unwavering determination. Her voice, though tremulous, resonates with a raw, fervent resolve as she confronts Asmo, her gaze unyielding amidst the veil of sorrow.

Asmo approaches Klair, his presence casting a solemn shadow across the gravesite.

Asmo, "Klair, I had not intended to intrude upon your sorrow. I came only to pay my respects to Johnny."

Klair's voice quivers with a mix of grief and accusation, "Asmo, you cannot deny the truth that lingers in the silence between us. You know of Johnny's fate, and I implore you to break your silence. Tell me what you know of his murder."

Asmo's expression a blend of empathy and guarded resolve, "Klair, I share in your anguish, but there are depths of darkness that even I cannot unravel. The one responsible for Johnny's demise is closer to me than you can fathom. I vow to you, I will bring retribution upon the perpetrator, regardless of the cost."

Klair's eyes glistening with tears, a glimmer of desperation in her voice, "Then promise me this, Asmo. Promise me that you will avenge Johnny's death and bring justice to his memory. I cannot bear this burden alone."

Asmo voice resonating with solemn conviction,"I swear upon the depths of hell and the heavens above, I will not rest until the scales of justice are balanced in Johnny's honor. You have my word, Klair."

Klair nods, her countenance a mixture of gratitude and sorrow, "Thank you, Asmo. I entrust Johnny's legacy to your hands, for I have no other recourse but to seek solace in your pledge."

Unbeknownst to Klair, Asmo harbors the knowledge that Johnny's demise had been orchestrated by none other than his own immortal brother, Satan, a fellow ruler of the infernal realms. Although death could never lay its icy hand upon Satan, Asmo solemnly vows to unleash a torment upon his brother that surpasses the depths of hell itself, in fulfillment of his promise to Klair.

Seated beside Johnny's somber tomb, Asmo engages in a heartfelt soliloquy, reminiscing about the joyful moments he shared with his beloved friend. Each cherished memory resurfaces, evoking a torrent of bittersweet tears that he tenderly wipes away. He expresses his fervent hope that Johnny has found solace in a realm far removed from earthly sorrows. Asmo's heart weighs heavy with the realization that Johnny has been spared the fiery abyss of hell, a consequence of Maria Ave's fervent efforts in safeguarding his soul from eternal damnation. Even if Johnny languishes in the purgatorial realms, Asmo prays that his spirit finds repose.

Lost in a reverie of poignant recollections, Asmo remains seated by the graveside until nightfall descends upon the hallowed grounds. Suddenly, the resounding crackle of fireworks illuminates the night sky, casting a radiant glow upon the sepulchral setting. In a touching display of farewell, Asmo channels his formidable powers, orchestrating the exploding fireworks to coalesce into the luminous and resplendent name of Johnny. This ethereal tribute serves as his final, heartfelt gesture to bid adieu to his cherished human friend, a testament to the enduring bond that transcended mortal boundaries