His life is forfeit

Lifting your hand, you focus your aura and a bright ball of glowing plasma materializes in your palm. Judge, Jury, and Executioner; that is your role today. The humming of the ki blast grows with intensity as you pour more energy into the attack. You wanted nothing left behind of this creature beyond ashes and smoke. Tyrian manages to crack a defiant smile despite his predicament. Coughing around bursts of internal bleeding, he manages one last taunt before you finished the deed.

"S-some hero... you.... a-are," he says with a giggle. "Killing a... a d-defenseless... prisoner..."

"Not a hero," you answer with a shrug, no hero would've done your deeds. "You've simply angered a God."

Your declaration seems to only make Tyrian laugh harder as he tilts his head backwards, seemingly embracing his fate.

"My Queen... sends... her regards!"

This was it. The end of the road for Tyrian Callows, or at least it should've been. The soft grip of a woman enveloped the wrist of your outstretched hand. You find Neo standing at your flank, her expressionless eyes boring into the scorpion lain at her feet.

"Neo...?" you ask her quietly as her grip steadily tightens on your wrist.

Obeying her silent command, you let the energy dissipate into the air harmlessly, its glowing form fading completely. You stand without a word as Neo steps forward, then kneels down at his side.

"Ah... I see now..." Tyrian manages to say between coughs. "It's no fun, is it? Letting someone-.... someone else... take your own ****."

A string of giggling follows as he continues his monologue.

"The cold of their skin... the blankness of their eyes... the reveal... of who they really are. It's so much... better... to savor all of the... little emotions... for yourself... right?"

Neo's face scrunches up into a sneer, her hand threading into his hair and grasping at his scalp tightly, she yanks him up to her level. As warm and inviting as she could be, she remained cold and ruthless to those who would hurt her.

"Right..." she answers with a whisper.

From her boot she pulls the thin, gleaming, and razor sharp edge of a dagger, its silver blade reflecting even this early morning sunlight clearly. It slips from its sheathe with a near imperceptible ring, a final nail in the coffin for the one who murdered her most precious person. You stand aside patiently, arms crossed as you await the final, fatal moment.

"Just... one more thing...? Before the curtain call?" Tyrian manages to ask. "The best ending... to any story... is the twist you don't see coming!"

Time slows to a crawl as you spring into action, the scorpion's barbed tail flicking upwards to pierce Neo in the chest. Even with your ascended speed and reflexes, you're **** to make a wholehearted effort to reach your lover in time. Thankfully, you manage to grasp the stinger in your hand a mere hair's breadth from her heart, the pressure of your grip squeezing the barest droplets of violet venom from its tip. The sudden exchange took place within a fraction of a second, causing Neo to flinch in shock. Surprise in her face soon gives way to rage, and she promptly buries her dagger to the hilt into Tyrian's abdomen.

A pained gasp is all that could be heard from him, his body seizing up from an overload of pain stimuli. Spasms follow as Neo callously twists her dagger and drags it upwards into his sternum, teeth clenching tightly as she sends Tyrian Callows into the abyss forever. No screams were made nor pleads for mercy. Instead, his face is screwed up in one last silent, maniacal grin with rivers of blood spilling from the corners of his mouth in a ghastly Glasgow Smile, as if he greeted **** like it was the punchline to some sick comedy routine. A final rattling breath and shudder signals his passing.

Silence sweeps through the street as Neo stays rooted to the spot for several moments, her hetero-chromatic eyes watching carefully to ensure Tyrian was truly dead. Once she was satisfied with her work, she yanks her bloodied blade free and wipes it clean against her sleeve between forearm and bicep, and carefully stows her weapon back into her boot. Without a word, she stands and brushes past you, returning to where Torchwick lay. Dropping to her knees once more, she looks back at you with tear stained eyes pleading that you save his life. Lips pressed together in a grim line, you move to join her at her side and place a steady hand upon the thief's still warm temple. Closing your eyes, you extend your senses and search for the fleeting form of his soul, but unfortunately you find nothing. The threads of his life had already been severed, and their frayed ends fluttered aimlessly in the void. He was already too far gone, even for your Godly abilities. It seemed resurrection of the dead currently remained out of reach.

"He is beyond my power now," you say with a long sigh and frown. "I'm sorry Neo... I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner..."

For a moment she twists her head away from you, her shoulders shaking with silent tears. The despair she felt rolled from her in waves and you felt at a loss of how to comfort her. Should you comfort her? Should you even say anything? You wanted to help yet had no idea how without simply erasing her memories of him.

"Neo... I-"

She doesn't let you finish your words. Instead, she spins about and buries her face into your chest, her arms wrapping tightly around you as she let her emotions run loose.

"Hold me... please..." she whimpers.

That you could certainly do. You return her embrace and hold her close, letting her spill all of her sadness and sorrow out upon you. In the overall scheme of things, pretty mediocre for a God but if that was her request, you would freely grant it.