Malus' Canon Death [Story]

Malus stared in front of him... His good eye was wide with fear, while his covered scarred eye aching... All he could feel was pain... Too much pain... How... Was the only thing that was running through his head... HOW was he alive... How was his father alive? He had watched him die; Malus had watched Harold consume him; Malus had seen it; How the hell... was his father standing in front of him... Holding a gun to his head... The black metal glistened as a loud crack of lightning and thunder sounded. The wind blowing so hard, threatening to sweep him off his feet. Everything slowed like time stopped... His crimson eye stared into his father's own dark crimson eyes.

Hear me from the bottom
Forged in regret, I'm the silversmith
Doomsday, you had it coming
Marching the streets with an iron fist

The way he stared at Malus with so much hatred, he wanted revenge; and here was Malus... His shoulders were so tense... He couldn't escape, there was nowhere to run to... He took one more step back, nearly tripping off the edge of the tall factory building... He could hear his mother screaming, begging Walden to lower the gun. But her cries fell on deaf ears. Malus was terrified, he felt like a child again, terrified of his father, terrified of feeling the sting of the metal-tipped whip on his back, terrified of his father screaming at him. Void wasn't here to help, he was alone... Alone staring into the eyes of the Devil himself. His throat felt so dry, he couldn't even bring himself to plead for his life.

Obey no more in silence
The steel in our hearts will be monuments
Today, they'll hear the violence
We'll rise from the dark like Lazarus

He raised his hands up in a non-threatening pose as he watched Walden take a step toward him... His finger never left the trigger. He was ready to kill his own son... His own flesh and blood and Malus knew he was not going to hesitate if he did anything stupid or reckless... His fur and clothes were wet and clung to his body due to the heavy rain. 'Hah... How corny... I am going to die during a storm... Like those stupid cheesy movies...' He thought to himself as he closed his eye. He didn't want to see his father anymore. He knew his time was up, he wasn't going to beg. Malus knew he had it coming. Karma always had a way to come back and bite the hand of the guilty.

These trials make us who we are, who we are, we are
We're motivated by the scars that we're made of
These trials make us who we are, who we are, we are
We take our places in the dark
And turn our hearts to the stars