Chilo knew this day would come; he awaited it impatiently, to be held in his lover's arms one last time, his lover's makeshift blade taking one last life, his own. To be the last of his victims; definitely the most eager, was the way he repaid him for a life of protection and love and an eternity of the same after he's snatched from the grasp of the void.

Chilo's body would of course not be wasted; Piers had many ideas of what dishes to make with it but the goat's heart was a prized possession and would be consumed as is.

"Lost in the slash of those ruby reds of yours; on some strange 'Some Day'."

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