"I'm sorry! I'm sorry for everything! I'm sorry for the death! I'm sorry for the chaos!
I AM SORRY

"Then you shouldn't have done it in the first place"

"I can't I just can't help it! "

"And help what!? I suppose your Greed your Blood lust your Selfishness Is that what you referred?! "

Cause if that's it you would be right.

Time began to slow down and the scene became an ungodly cope of events. Tears drew down, wimpers echoed and anger-filled voices shattered across the now heated scenario. The porcelain man was sobbing with guilt and The demon wasn't having any of it.

"Stop you're false grief... it's sickening me"

"Then let me show you.. "

"Show me what?! "

"Show you that I've repented show you my grief, show you my discreet

Show you how I felt.

"Heh as if.. "

"Please"

The demon gave him an undignified glare of uncertainty, but that changed after a few ruthless moments. Something deep inside him wanted this man in front of him to change.

But he didn't know why.

His face drew softer, drew calmer and somehow drew himself to accept his offer. This lead the man in front of him to be shocked. Clearly not expecting to be given such a chance, especially with him and his regretful sins.

"R-really!? "

"Yes now accept it before I change my damn mind"

"I will! Thank you I am forever grateful"

And with that they shook hands and let the past be and set their differences to start a new.

For now.

They started with the feast that his dad, Ever so gratefully prepared for his son days ago. To which they never celebrated unfortunately. They seated apart from each other, and began to read what heartfelt letter his dad wrote him.

My Dearest Son,

           It has been 18 years now, wow I never thought I would see the day. I can't believe my baby has grown so big. Time and Time again I just couldn't help but to be proud of what a brave and strong and loving being I've made you to be. I'm proud that a man such as me has been blessed with a son who couldn't be more perfect.

From your loving father,
Dad                

Tears ran down his chin as his   now bleached out eyes been pouring them out. His mouth quiver and began to mourn out.

"Dad"

Cuphead couldn't do anything but to just lower his head in guilt. The demon just didn't reacted more, No screaming, No punches or things being trown. There were just no violence. This made him perk up, and saw him being just torn to shreds. Tears streaming and whimpers escaping his now shaking body of his.

"B-bendy.. "

"Just... just.. let us finish this.. "

He just nodded as if he would make things worse if he would speak up. Pain... just utter pain was only held in their current situation right now. Mourning pain hit the demon deep down the depts of his consciousness. And a pang of guilt-filled pain washed the porcelain man through his altering face. Both just wanted to have things back the way they were used to be, and even though one of them loved the other, it would only be nothing more than that.

They continued the silent mourning feast and just... cried.

Time flew by slowly, creeping like a snail, slowly and antagonizing their emotions. Who knew time was cruel. But alas, they eventually finished the grueling task, and just sat nearby the thrown. Both of them staring with different intentions.

One was to rule and let hell rise up. And the other one was to capture his love. But none of those matter now

All that matters is the fact that the old king was dead and Can Not be rais back from the dead.

"So... what now? "