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Despite the best of efforts, a two hot tears betrayed him and slid down his face. Luckily the rain hid it well. Only he would know his secret shame. Crying over Desaad after all he had done.
Wally shook his head, hands balling into fists and trembling at his side. “No…I didn’t want this…” His jaw clenched tighter, thinking back on the many interactions they’d had. The small and welcome bits of praise. The sense of normalcy Desaad had helped him achieve. Normalcy he’ll most likely never have again.
“You hurt everyone I care about…After everything…I still meant nothing….I was just a tool…”
Wally took in a shaky breath as his arm began to vibrate until it was nearly invisible.
“I’ll make it quick…”
With that, he phased his arm through Desaad’s chest. Closing his eyes, the speedster turned his head, and stopped his arm.
“GAGHH...!!”
Desaad’s hands fell on Wally’s arm and his head lulled forward.
The speedforce had been quickly drained from his body, trying madly to heal wounds that nothing could undo. His body had shrunk back down to its relative diminutive stature. Each last breath shook him to his liquefied core.
He heaved quietly through his blood, though he found no organs left with which to cough.
“It.... was....”
“ ...always....”
“....more...”
With the last of his strength, he placed a bony hand on Wally’s face. His empathetic powers had never worked in reverse before he was granted the ability through the speedforce. Before they met, he’d have never been able to do what he did just then. Right before he died, he embedded his feelings into Wally’s brain. Pure, unfiltered, bridging all language, cultural, and species barriers they had.
His feelings and goals now digested in a way that a human could understand. One thing was startlingly clear.
Desaad had cared. He’d been proud. He saw a future for them together, when he could have taken what he wanted from the very beginning. And he regretted, deeply, that he couldn’t have brought Wally over to his side willingly.
Coming from a society where everyone was a tool, Wally was a tool that Desaad had prized.
His hand slid limply off Wally’s face, leaving a black handprint in its wake and..
The God of Torture died.