Snowid bitterly chuckled, seeing Alfred walk in. He was on the verge of death and a sif being mocked by the universe, he was the last person he had to see. "King Snowid," Alfred said softly, sitting on the steps beside him. "I won."
The smugness in Alfred's voice made the overwhelming tiredness Snowid felt vanish slightly, replaced by a deep rage. "Fu..ck y..ou." Alfred chuckled, hearing his words. Looking at the man, he smiled and cut off a piece of his shirt, wiping the blood pouring from Snowid's mouth. Snowid tried to lift his hand and smack Alfred away, but couldn't.
"It was inevitable you would lose, however." Alfred looked ahead; he had ordered to be left alone when he went in. It would be a few minutes before anyone came. Looking into Snowid's eye, he smiled, "After all, I'm not from this world."
