The Baron remained conscious for three more seconds, his eyes locked on Jack's face with an expression that mixed disbelief and fading.
But worst of all, he felt an emotion he hadn't felt before, except on the face of one individual, regret.
His mouth moved, trying to form final words that his destroyed cardiovascular system couldn't support. Only bubbling sounds emerged, blood pouring from his lips to run down his chin.
His hands fell away from Jack's arm, fingers going limp as strength fled his body.
His runes flickered and died, the crimson light fading to darkness as the magic sustaining them lost its power source.
His pupils dilated, consciousness retreating as his brain recognized that death had arrived and resistance was futile.
'If only I could speak, you'd know what a mistake it was to kill me. When he learns that you're hunting in his kingdom, he'll send his army.' The Infernal Baron thought as the light faded from his eyes.
