The sudden pressure to an already wounded stomach was enough to cause him to turn his head to the side and vomit a combination of blood and bile. It felt as though his stomach were being torn apart as the Purifier dug his heel into the wound, making it worse. He spit up a bit more blood before speaking, his voice sounding pained and weak.

"Hurt me all you want... But I will not... give you the pleasure..." He struggled to speak. "Of giving you... what you want. I will not... let my last moments, be of your bloody faces."

The last things projected from Dolemeck's mind were a life not yet lived, and now may never come to be. His dreams... no, the dreams he shared with Ilya of a long, happy life together were the very last things he thought. All before lifting his arm up to shield himself from the bullet fired, after the Purifier's gun was cocked.

The bullet left the chamber, going into Dolemeck's arm. This helped to slow the bullet's speed. But not enough before it went through his arm and lodged into his right eye. Dolemeck's went limp after this happened and his body appeared incredibly bloody to anyone looking. There were no more thoughts going through his mind that anyone could pick up on.

For all intensive purposes... Dolemeck Night appeared to be dead.