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Blackness engulfed the pair, death ripping at their very conceptual existence. One of Bob's greatest weapons, the Fear of Death, using his ability to manifest the essence of death itself. A nightmare that dragged one to their inevitable demise, capable of killing even supposedly immortal beings. Both Alucard and Mithias were trapped within the darkness, falling into infinity, even as each played out their own personal hell. A death devised by their own minds, their own vision of their demise. The fear of death that resided in all things that lived, personified, realized.

And yet, a single star seemed to shine brightly in the darkness. For trapped there with them, was a new figure. Two broken souls, formed together into one. A tall figure, clad in green. His hair was wavy and brown, his eyes a bright red, even as he smilingly held up his hand. A strangely familiar voice sounded, sounding unreal in this dreamlike world they floated in. The words spoken were lost in the rushing screams, in the creeping cold. However, the message came across.

'don't worry. I got this.'

And as the blackness cleared, Mithias and Alucard sat there, each covered in wounds, each weakened severely. And each completely alone. For the one who had died was not Alucard, nor Mithias, but Tsukune. And the only death he had ever envisioned, was to die protecting others from danger. And as such, that death was delivered unto him.