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He looked down on them, sneering with dismay. The simple-mindedness of these people was one thing he surely would not miss. A few feet below him, they walked the streets of Oz, cheering on his death and shouting abuse at his soul. In hell he should find no rest, they chanted, for he deserved eternal punishment for all the horrors he had brought over the country. Little did they know or care that he would not mind spending his afterlife in hell, after all, he had already been spending all his life there. The people celebrating his death now had made it so. Most of them seemed more than a little drunk and for a moment he considered getting onto his broom to fly through the crowd and curse them all as he passed them. He did not. However much he resented the hateful mob, he swore one thing but to himself: He would hide himself, he would control his anger if he could and he would only ever be good again for one man, the man he loved with all his heart – a man who loved him just as much in return. Yet, as always in his life, there was no happiness without obstacles. The man he had lost his heart to, now believed him to be dead.