Hiro lay on his knees, the ground black and smoldering as if flames danced just below their crust. His hair masked his face, the ribbon which bound it loosened, his blade glistening in his left hand, the blade behind him and next to his leg.

He looked almost as if praying, and yet as his darkly hued lips moved and whispered, it was true that that was his actions: "Damn me Father, for I have no choice for what I do. I have slain even my Love, and now I too must offer myself into cleansing, into the autumnal purgatory Hells."

His right hand, the flesh so pale and hard, moved across the soft skin of Rae, his love, the mortal he would not make Vampire. Her golden hair lay as a pillow below her lovely head, her pale blue eyes to shine no more. A single dark slit below her chin showed where another blood drinker had finished her life. It was the Blood Drinkers of humanity, the stupid and powerhungry fools who governed others not with justice, but with what they percieved as righteousness. The blind, stupid fools.

And now his love lay dead, the love he had been with for years, and it lay castrated at his feet, bloodless, without meaning and without cause, empty. This was the fate of his love, and so his fate would be no other. As she would be gone, so should he.

With his powerful arms he lifted the blade up into the air, the honed point just over his heart, and with all of his might forced the blade to penetrate first his clothes, then his steel-like flesh, through bone older than stone, and finally deeply into the black meat of his heart.

A scream not unlike a tortured beast tore from his throat and soared into the cold night air as stolen blood older than Earth spilled down across the soft white silk of his Eve Angel's gown. The blade now glistened, stained with black blood, protruding from Hiro's back, his hands still clutching the hilt of the blood. The sword itself seemed to melt within contact of his blood, slowly dissipating, becoming almost transparent. As Hiro's life passed away, lost not at the hands of any foe for his power was too great, but instead at his own sorrowful hands, his whole life in this world passed before him. Foes met and destroyed, beaten, to crawl away in shame. Allies met and made and, yes, he loved them. Rae, his secret lover, which now lay dead at his hands. Everything all ultimately led to this, to the end, to his death. No reason to live now.

All his power was amazing, all his age and wisdom and influence, his adeptness, yet what did it mean? What did it all mean, what did it ammount to? Nothing.

Now he lay over, crouching, and the smell of his own blood drifted into his preternatural sense. Yet it grew dimmer, and fainter, and finally it was nothing but a buzz in the back of his mind. Instead he lay his head down upon the breast of Rae, upon this woman he loved so dearly as to die to be with her, imagining for amoment he heard her heart beat once more. Yet no life was hers, and now neither he.

With a boneless slump Hiro's life slipped away, perhaps to Heaven or perhaps to Hell, soundless, and with a great clap of thunder and a streak of lightning his body fell limply against Rae's.

Hiro was now dead, his blade had all but been destroyed. Now his legacy was dead except in those who knew ofhis memory. But would anyone even whisperhis name now that he was gone? He knew not, nor did he care, for now he would be with Rae, his one and only Love.

I ask that this please not be deleted, so that people can see the Love Hiro had, and his power, forever. That this be a memorial to him. I'm sorry to leave, but I can suffer this no longer. Goodbye, and Hiro will forever love and miss you all.

Sincerely,

~Shane~