[GSM]

"And what a wonderful Story it has been, Mero."

The Imperfect's very first friend had joined it in the spaces of Death's domain.
Purgatory welcomed them both, yet only one would be embraced by it, the other prepared to slip between, and pass through the veil.
The White Wolf's story was one intertwined with the Demon of Knowledge's, reflected through their different walks of the Grand Guignol and the Deep Hold.
Two souls that sought wonderful stories, rising above the chaff so effortlessly, and falling in spectacular fashion.

The Era of Heroes, as Lyseroth so well put it, was the Era in which Na'Ria and Mero were raised.
It was only with their ambition- and the will of so many more- that they ushered the Era of Change.
Yet, even as the memories of the times when the child named Mero and the lesser named Na'Ria would loiter about in the Dragon's Maw danced between them...
They had not shared their mutual care for one another beyond their rising infancy.

In Death would they embrace.
For the first time, the Demon held another in its arms, cradling him like forlorn kindred.
Perhaps it would be the last.
Perhaps it simply lamented that it would not fade, and join him in the End.

Hel did not lament, but Na'Ria did.

"But all good things must come to an End.
I apologize, my friend.

Much we have done, but I pray your rest is as peaceful as it is deserved."