[ Golden light, hot and pure and dazzling, spills over and through her. She understands intensely and with that same frightening clarity - oh. This truly is real magic. Everything before this has merely been cheap, shoddy imitations, and the fact that a human as pathetic and worthless and small and insignificant as Ai Hoshino is now allowed to feel it is nothing short of an incredible honour. It's so bright, searing away every ugly, dirty part of her, washing her clean of the filth of the human world that's stained every inch of her for as long as she could remember. In the midst of that blazing, all-consuming light, she can feel the fear being stripped away and the panic and the desperation and every last ugly, miserable little human folly.
It doesn't hurt. That terrifying intensity, her sureness that her body would break beneath the strain isn't gone but there's something else - there's something warm, something golden. A shaft of blinding midsummer sun. A star, brilliant and blinding, illuminating an ink black night. It threatens to wink from her vision but before it can vanish, she reaches out and closes her fingers around it, pulling it into her chest even as it sets her skin ablaze. No. You're mine now.
It burns. The only thing she feels at all is the horrible cold of his claws wrapped around her heart. But then even that ruptures, her flesh giving way and a single pulse of golden blood flowing out from the gaping wound, the only proof left behind. Her fingers curl tighter, a silent and instinctive refusal to let go, and she's- ]
Ah...
[ It's destiny, after all. Ai Hoshino's story ends at age twenty, no matter what strand of Human History she flees to. Her heart has ceased - she's nowhere, she thinks of nothing. That girl will never smile again. ]
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It doesn't hurt. That terrifying intensity, her sureness that her body would break beneath the strain isn't gone but there's something else - there's something warm, something golden. A shaft of blinding midsummer sun. A star, brilliant and blinding, illuminating an ink black night. It threatens to wink from her vision but before it can vanish, she reaches out and closes her fingers around it, pulling it into her chest even as it sets her skin ablaze. No. You're mine now.
It burns. The only thing she feels at all is the horrible cold of his claws wrapped around her heart. But then even that ruptures, her flesh giving way and a single pulse of golden blood flowing out from the gaping wound, the only proof left behind. Her fingers curl tighter, a silent and instinctive refusal to let go, and she's- ]
Ah...
[ It's destiny, after all. Ai Hoshino's story ends at age twenty, no matter what strand of Human History she flees to. Her heart has ceased - she's nowhere, she thinks of nothing. That girl will never smile again. ]