Right, so you people wanted an epilogue, so here it is. Enjoy.

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Sarka lay dying next to Akari, his blade still clutched in his hand. Barely breathing, he turned to face her. To his surprise, Akari was staring back at him. Sarka pulled himself closer to her, but the closer he got, the more he noticed her lack of movement. He lifted his hand and closed her eyelids. Sarka lay wondering if he would live. He doubted it.
A demon approached him. "Master, if I may. You realize the world can not survive without you. It's a beautiful theory, but you know it could never happen. Sir, why don't you just accept your fate and save yourself?"
"I can't," he panted, "I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I made the mistake of demonizing myself, but I won't take over her throne."
"Sir, if I may. May I, then? We need someone to rule."
"You may. All I ask is that you free me from these confines before you begin. I will not remain here to watch the demise of the human race again."
The demon raised his weapon and stealthily plunged it into Sarka abdomen. He looked out the window to the world and began his own reign.

THE REAL END.

Right, so I know it sucks shit, but I didn't want to write it, so bleh.