EPILOGUE
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The darkness, that's all I remember.
The cold darkness, and the hunger...for blood.
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The blood gushed to the floor. Aizens hand struck deeply in Rukia's chest.
A bright light escaped through the newly formed hole in the little Shinigami, letting a white liquid crawl its way onto her face. Horns sprouted from the white liquid just behind the ears, mixed and formed with the cells to merge them as one.
"Aizen! Its working!" Gin said in shock, eyes still glued to the Shinigami's screaming figure.
"Were you doubting me...Gin?" Aizen replied, a faint smile glued to his face.
The screaming stopped, as Rukia fell to the floor, no longer a Shinigami...but the things she once hated most.