After going through on the Chaos route, I had the want to write this after the fight with Isabeau. Without further waiting here's the story.

Regret

Isabeau slashed her sword at Flynn, who dodged it with ease. She was angry, he had betrayed them. They didn't even tell her, one of their friends. Jonathon only told her, because it went along with what he needed, and she knew it.

She knew she wouldn't be able to win. Flynn and Walter had been the two strongest of their group, and they both left. She had thought they had been together, but she wasn't able to see Walter anywhere.

"Why didn't you tell me!" She yelled at him. She thrust her sword at him, which he back-stepped with ease. He gave no response, but a hurt look showed on his face. She didn't get it, she was the one who was hurt. She looked over, seeing her demons were nowhere to be seen. She knew what it meant, they were already dead.

He had done much training, only getting the strongest demons with him. He had told her once, of a dream he had, where he could shape the world. He felt that it might have been more then a dream, so he worked on his strength.

She jumped at him, the strange demon that was with him sat one the sides, per Flynn's command. He didn't want it in the fight. She took a step back, as his sword slowly came down where she had been. Neither had hit the other yet, a fact she found strange.

"...Isabeau," She heard him say.

"What?" She questioned, venom in her voice. She was truly hurt, and he knew it.

"...Sorry," He said plainly, as he swung his sword at her. He wasn't attacking full force, and it was painfully easy to see.

"Sorry? Sorry! You think sorry is good enough for turning your back on me, on the kingdom! You've changed!" She yelled at him. She stabbed at him. He didn't move, and her sword went into his stomach.

Isabeau's eyes widened, as it went through. The frown he always had on his face, turned into a slight smile.

"I can't bring myself to kill you," He said to her plainly. Blood started to come out of his mouth, he was dieing.

"Why?" She questioned, as he took her hands back, leaving her sword embedded inside of him.

"I don't...want anyone...else dear to me...to die," He said as he took a step back. Her thoughts went straight to his old friend, she only had seen once.

"Issachar," She said. He had turned into a demon, and attempted to kill them. In the end, he begged for death.

"Not just...him," He coughed, and more blood came out.

"What do you mean?"

"...Walter...he fused...with a demon...and mentally...died," Flynn said, even more sadness in his eyes.

"Walters... dead?" She questioned.

"And...I don't...want," He started, ignoring what she said. "The...one...I...love to die," He finished as he fell backwards.

"Flynn!" She yelled out, rushing to his side. She could see he was already dead. She felt tears form in her eyes. She started crying.

The demon at the side slowly started walking up to him.

"Even you, had a weakness. One that got exploited," He said, as it turned away, and walked out the door, leaving Isabeau, and Flynn's body.

"I'm...sorry," She said in between tears. "I...loved you too." She reached to her side, pulling out a dagger. It wasn't suppose to go like this. She thought. I was trying to get him to change his mind...not kill him. If I failed, I even had planned to take my own life. She continued to cry, as she took the dagger and slit her own throat.

Her body fell forward, landing on top of Flynn's.

S/N: Thanks for reading all you people who are still here. I'm not sure if it's good or not (Though with me writing it, it's most likely crap) So please tell me what you think.