Nightwing & Angel - The Legend Untold

Alphonse, who was still reeling from the damage earlier, glared at the group with burning defiance. His body had taken a toll, but his arrogance remained untouched.

"I can still regenerate! You can't bring me down that easily!!" Alphonse roared, his voice filled with fury. His wounds began to close, and his stance grew more aggressive.

Mark shifted his weight, focusing on his next move. He turned to Loe, his eyes steady with resolve.

"Ready, Angel?" Mark asked, his voice calm but determined.

Loe shot him a look, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"Should be my line," he replied, his tone filled with a touch of playful arrogance.

Mark, now fully suited in his iconic Nightwing attire, his violet hair complementing the sleek black and blue outfit, stood firm. Loe, standing beside him, wore his signature blue spandex with the bold wings logo emblazoned across his chest. His messy black hair framed his face, and the cape that flowed from his shoulders added a dramatic flair to his figure.

Mark's voice was low, his conviction unwavering.

"This time… we will defeat you with our own strength." He spoke with an unshakable confidence, stepping forward, his batons in hand, though his body was still marked by the wounds of the previous battle.

Loe, preparing for the fight, cracked his knuckles, his voice laced with a hint of savage excitement.

"More like we're gonna fuck him up." Loe said, his grin widening as he shifted into a ready stance.

Mark shot him a quick look.

"Language." he chastised lightly, but his expression was firm. His gaze never wavered from Alphonse, who was charging at them with renewed fury.

Loe merely chuckled.

"Heh," was his only response, his fingers brushing the pistol in his pocket as he prepared himself for the battle. His body, like Mark's, showed signs of injury from the earlier skirmishes, but neither of them showed any hesitation.

Alphonse, no longer willing to hold back, let out a guttural shout. His eyes burned with rage as he lunged toward the pair, his body crackling with energy.

"You pests!!!!" he screamed, charging forward like a wild beast.

Mark's heart raced, but his grip on his batons tightened.

"It's now or never." He whispered to himself, ready to face the storm.

Alphonse, weakened but still furious, swung his massive fist at Mark and Loe. The force behind the punch was enough to shatter anything in its path.

Mark reacted instantly. He dodged with quick reflexes, using his baton to block the punch as it zoomed past him. The sound of metal clashing against Alphonse's fist rang out as Mark swiftly moved out of range, rolling away to quickly get back on his feet.

Loe, sensing an opportunity, acted immediately. He launched himself toward Alphonse, his body moving like a spring that had been released. With a powerful jump, he aimed directly at Alphonse's face, positioning himself to strike the eyes, the only vulnerable spot he could see.

"Take this, fucker!" Loe shouted as the bullet flew toward Alphonse's eyes.

Alphonse, still regenerating from previous injuries, couldn't react fast enough. His healing was too slow to stop the attack. The bullet struck him directly in the eyes, and Alphonse screamed in agony.

"My eyes!" Alphonse yelled, stumbling back, his hands instinctively clutching his face in pain. He was blinded, disoriented, and vulnerable.

Mark saw this moment as his chance to strike. His eyes flashed with determination, and he immediately took action.

"Take this, you monster!" Mark shouted, raising his baton. With a powerful swing, he aimed for the spot he knew was most vulnerable. The baton hit Alphonse with a heavy thud, pushing him back further, making him stagger.

Alphonse, still in pain, tried to hold on to his strength. "There is no way I lose… my conviction... my conviction!" he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice weak but desperate. His hands trembled as he tried to hold himself up, but the damage was done. The pain and the shock of his injuries were too much for him to handle.

Mark stood tall, watching as Alphonse weakened. His voice rang out again, firm and full of resolve.

"My conviction is larger than your conviction!!!" Mark shouted, his words filled with the strength of his spirit. In that moment, he knew it wasn't just about being stronger physically—it was about their unshakable will to win.

He swung his baton in a sharp, upward arc. The baton connected with Alphonse's chin, delivering a powerful blow that sent the monstrous figure flying backward, his body lifted off the ground from the sheer force.

Alphonse crashed hard into the ground, the impact rattling his bones. His head snapped back from the blow, disoriented and struggling to regain his bearings. For a moment, it seemed like he was on the verge of collapse. His body was already weakened, and the damage was starting to take its toll.

At that same moment, Loe—who suddenly awakened his potential —moved faster. His hand, already gripping his pistol, was steady as he aimed at the weakened Alphonse. With pinpoint precision, Loe fired, the bullet slicing through the air and hitting Alphonse's damaged body. The bullet struck Alphonse with a sickening thud, causing his entire body to tremble from the shock of the impact.

In the end the weight of their determination crashed down on Alphonse, and the monster who had once been invincible began to crumble. He could no longer rely on his power; Mark and Loe's combined strength and will to fight had broken him. Their convictions had triumphed over his, and there was nothing he could do to stop it now.

As Alphonse lay defeated, the once mighty monster now nothing more than a frail, human form, Mark and Loe approached him. The effects of the powerful dose he had taken were clear. His body shrank and withered before their eyes, reverting to the frail, aging man he had once been. Despite the transformation, parts of his body still bore the grotesque remnants of his monstrous form, the marks of his ill-fated attempt at gaining greatness.

Mark gazed down at him, his voice barely a whisper. "You..." His words hung in the air, filled with the weight of everything they had fought for.

Alphonse turned his weary eyes toward them, a faint smile touching his cracked lips as he murmured, "All my life, I was chasing that greatness... but... sadly, this is my reality."

The bitter truth of those words seemed to hang between them, the final admission of a lifetime spent in pursuit of power at the cost of everything else.

Loe stepped forward, his eyes narrowing with determination as he looked at Alphonse.

"Alphonse... let me ask you one more question."

A weak chuckle escaped Alphonse's lips as he met Loe's gaze, his tone sharp despite his weakening body. "Bold of you... to ask me a question."

Loe didn't flinch. Instead, he asked, "Do you regret all of this? And what about your son, Albert? Do you regret what happened to him?"

At this, Alphonse's expression shifted. The smile faded, replaced by a hollow laugh, weak and tinged with sorrow. For a moment, he seemed to find the question amusing. Then, without warning, his laughter died off, replaced by a profound sadness.

Alphonse looked into Loe's eyes, his voice trembling."My son... Albert... he was a kind, innocent young man. If it weren't for me... maybe he would've become the lawyer he always wanted to be. But because of me, he became what he is now... a criminal." His voice broke, and he paused, staring at his withering form as if it symbolized the entire life he had ruined.

"He died... because of me."

Loe's expression softened. He had heard of Albert Capone before—Alphonse's son, the man he had once known as a mentor and the first father figure he ever had. Loe's connection to Albert was more than just professional; it was personal. He had witnessed firsthand the influence Alphonse had on his son, and now, hearing the man's sorrowful confession, it was clear that Alphonse understood the full extent of his mistakes—too late.

The air between them grew heavy, as Loe allowed the gravity of Alphonse's words to sink in.

"When I said," Loe continued, his voice softer now, "if you regret it or not... But... it's too late to regret, isn't it?" He watched Alphonse's fading body, knowing that the monster he had become would soon be no more. They could see the slow process of death taking him, as his body gave out under the weight of his own choices.

Alphonse looked at his broken form, and a deep sigh escaped him.

"Yes... too late to regret." His eyes grew distant, as if staring at something only he could see—perhaps the life he had lost, or the shadow of the son he could never save.

"It's too late for everything now."

Mark stood silently for a moment, his eyes lingering on Loe, who was rooted to the spot. There was a sadness in Loe's expression, a quiet grief that spoke volumes more than any words could.

Mark turned his gaze from Loe to Alphonse, his eyes softening as he watched the once-feared monster now lying helplessly before them. He could feel the weight of the moment, the finality of it all. This was not just about victory—it was about a reckoning, a price paid for the sins of a lifetime. Mark swallowed hard, the sting of his words sharp as he spoke, breaking the silence that had settled between them.

Mark's voice was steady, but tinged with sorrow.

"Loe..."

But Loe remained silent, his eyes cast downward, as if unable to say anything that could undo the pain of the past.

Finally, Mark looked back at Alphonse, and in that moment, he knew. There was no redemption for Alphonse Capone anymore, no hope of saving him. The man had chosen his path long ago, and now the consequences were catching up with him. This was the price Alphonse had to pay for his twisted pursuit of power. The end of the line had come.

Mark sighed softly, a final, bittersweet farewell as he whispered,

"Goodbye, Alphonse Capone."

As Alphonse lay there, his breathing slow and labored, he closed his eyes, a faint smile touching his lips. For the first time in his life, there was peace. The anger, the bitterness, the thirst for greatness—it all faded, leaving him with a calm he had never known. His body no longer fought for life. Alphonse accepted his fate.

In his fading moments, Alphonse thought of the life he had lived, and what awaited him. He had always believed in the teachings of Christianity, a faith he had clung to throughout his life, even in the darkest of times. Alphonse knew, deep in his heart, that his soul would not find rest in heaven. The choices he had made, the life he had lived, had sealed that fate long ago. He knew where he was headed.

But in the silence of his final moments, a single, fleeting thought crossed his mind. Alphonse's heart ached with the realization, and he whispered in his soul,

"I hope my son won't be in hell with me."

The last remnants of his strength faded, and with that final prayer for his son, Alphonse Capone's journey came to an end. His body stilled, the weight of his sins left behind, and peace, for the first time, washed over him.

Mark and Loe watched as the man who had caused so much chaos and pain was now dead, at peace in a way he had never known in life.

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