He coughed again, wheezing in and out for air as he started to fade away from existence. He kept his smile; a sinful thing to do when one was so weak.
"Lucifer . . . Hush now. This was just . . . The only way, I'm afraid . . . I wanted you back . . . We all . . . Wanted you +
+ back. You are . . . Needed here . . . I . . . Am not."
Another cough, this time, with more blood. He wheezed once more as his eyes started to become glassy and lifeless.
"It's already . . . Too late for me . . . You . . . Are always . . . Good for a smile." +
+ so happy to have his best friend back but he /// hated /// that he would never get to see him for more than a day ever again.
"Welcome home," he croaked out.
The poor demon was coughing up blood, but he kept his eyes open long enough in order to see the transformation from Pup the goat into Pup.
The true Pup. Lucifer. Thomas.
He smiled at him, despite laying on the grass and bleeding out to his inevitable death. He was just +
Evidently, Pup Jr was frightened to see a white ring form around James as Thomas spoke. He only smiled at the baby animal as tears now rushed from his eyes. The poor baby goat felt equally as helpless.
"I'm sorry I wasn't around for you," he whispered. "I hope I can make it +
He was silent. It broke his heart to see him cry. Pup even tried reaching out to him to comfort him but he held him back. That's when he felt a tear or two roll from his face as he set the kid down and handing Thomas the book.
"You know the drill then."
"Right here."
James appeared from the darkness with Pup Jr., his cloak, and a book, greeting Thomas with a somber expression.
"You're sure you want to do this?"