Fredrick and Quatre were both at the brink of releasing everything they had into each other, both knowing what they wanted deep inside, as suddenly a glow emerged from the wings of Quatre, the wings bursting into a magnficent arch, growing much larger than Quatre's mortal body could have dealt with. The wings draped across Fredrick's body, their pleasure now in a state of almost suspended animation, sliding underneath him, as the two were still inside of each other, the wings now glowing every color imaginable as the wings now surrounded the both of them again, this time in a more powerful embrace, as the flood of pleasure surged through them again, as if the waters were parted and frozen, and then restarted, cries of pleasure no longer discarded, as now the seed of life that pumped through them was no longer of mortal origin. As the seed pierced into his body, Fredrick gasped more from the shock of what he experienced, suddenly feeling a new sensation, as if he were ripped from his physical body. In reality, his heart stopped, and he was alone, and that was how the medics found him. But he was not really alone. After the union had been created, Fredrick looked at Quatre, still staring him in the face, looking at the empty shell of his physical body, turning around as he saw wings beginning to sprout out of his own back.