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“Hey Megumi. Look , the sun is rising.” I mutter to the young child next to me. His unruly spiked black hair matches the night. Slowly the black starts to lighten into shades of purple, pinks, and blues.
“It’s beautiful, isn't it?” I ask the small child. Laying on the grass I feel my back make contact with the cold hard ground. The taste of copper fills my mouth as I cough up blood.
“...Megumi?” I manage to get past the blood filling my lungs as my torso lays separated from my waist. My crystalline eyes take in the raising sun on the battlefield that was once the city of Shinjuku. Now nothing but ruins. A soft breeze catches what is left of my once long snow white hair and dips what is left into the blood pooling around my mouth like brushes to ink.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” I get out as my world fades to black.
Wing Dings pov
What would normally be a typical morning waking up in the lab I go over my test results only for a growl of frustration to rumble up from my rib cage. Lashing out I knock everything off my desk as anger fills my soul.
“Another Failure!" I snarl before looking up at the empty tube filled with magic. My left hand lifts to rub at my scarred skull, the overhead lights filter through the hole from my latest experiment.
“What am I doing wrong? Is my race doomed to die out?”
Sighing, I stand up before short cutting to the Garbage dump in Waterfall. Grumbling under my breath I start to head to one of the piles that has recently provided the most helpful resources only to feel a sharp tug on my soul. Pausing, I turn and follow the tugging to a pile I haven't ever seen before. Rubble and debris of buildings plus the mangled wreckage of human vehicles pile in an unnatural way. My eyelights scan over the mess looking for whatever caused the tugging only to widen as I see crimson smears on the rubble. I feel chills run up my spine as I see the amount of lives that were lost in this mess. My lights widen as they spot a scarred pail hand. Rushing over I freeze at the state of the human. The poor female’s pail skin is covered in healed over scars marring a once beautiful face. Blood stains her lips crimson and flakes off her chin and neck as it lays atop some of the larger chunks of building.
Snow white hair is cut into a choppy mess haloing her face. Startling crystal blue eyes stare unblinking at the ceiling of the cave. I feel my magic try to crawl up my throat as I see that the poor human is missing the lower half of her body and one arm from the elbow down.
Bending over, I brace my hands on my knees as my magic pours out from behind my teeth. Coughing out the upset magic, I wipe at my mouth as I look back over at what is left of the human. My sockets widen as her soul pulses in her chest, shining a brilliant mix of crimson and crystal blue in the upper arches that flows down and mixes into a deep purple in the lower point. Rushing to her side I lift up what is left of the woman into a bridle carry and short cut back to the lab.
“I’m sorry about your death, human.” I whisper, laying her body on one of the lab tables. Gently, I close her eyes before laying her hand beside her chest.
“But you may be the salvation for not only my race but all of monster kind.” Reaching out with my magic I grasp her soul and place it in a stasis pod.