As Eniel's broken body lay on the floor, he watched as Thea and Moka were talking to Willow.
He tried to make words, but only pathetic wheezes came out of his crushed throat.
His vision and consciousness fading, his life experience flashed before his eyes. (Cure typical montage here)
Lady Thea of the Inner Council... one of the few who could truly be called demon. I always admired you. Perhaps, letting my guard down was too merciful of me. My death was inevitable, due to my incompetence.
... in the end, this is who we are. Demons. Willow, watch your back, always. Thanks for the conversation...
... I wanted better for our race. But I'm tired... I've accepted my fate.
As these thoughts escaped his mind, Eniel gave a small smile, unseen by anyone, as his body decayed and faded into oblivion.
Eniel eats cake.
