Even as Teo ordered the butler bots, Creed was no more. What was left of him slowly but surely dissolved into dust. Without the stone to maintain his presence, those thousands of years struck the pile of flesh in mere seconds, reducing it to nothing. There was no soul to wither away, there was only a beautiful red stone laying on the ground where the man had been. Slowly, the stone cracked, but stayed intact momentarily. From the ground up, projected from the stone, an image was created, of Creed. One might say an astral projection, since the stone was the only thing close to a soul he had. A red and white Creed stood there, the stone still slowly cracking. The projection flickered before Creed began snickering. The gem cracked, more and in faster increments as the snickering transformed into manic, side splitting laughter. He flickered more, the image of him fading fast. He looked to the sky. "WHAT A FINE WAY TO GO! WASN'T THAT JUST EPIC?!" He looked forward, smiling ear to ear, the image flickering more and more. "AND NOBODY'S GONNA CRY, IT WAS JUST THAT AWESOME! I MAY BE DYING, BUT I DON'T WANT TO MAKE ANYBODY SAD! SO... DON'T LET ME CATCH ANY OF YOU BABIES MISSING ME, GOT IT?!" And then he really was gone, the stone bursting into pieces. The image disappeared, leaving nothing, as the stone itself dissolved as well. "AND I BETTER NOT SEE ANY OF YOU IN HELL, OR I'LL KICK your asses myself..." His voice faded and then vanished, Creed, erased... there was no afterlife for him, not really, even if it did exist...
Clarent simply laid there, the metal slowly cooling. Clarent was not dead, the sword took a beating but his soul was intact... he merely slept. He became dormant, resting. He awaited a master, Creed, or someone as strong as he.