A Hellish construct of flames and heat surrounded the woman, towering upwards as the blast engulfed her and many surrounding buildings. She couldn't stop this, all was lost, and for what? A winch appeared upon her face as memories casted back to when she last spoke with Saemon and Muji as a group, a trio, oh how those days were much different in comparison. Her companion, the man who assisted with easing her troubled life, moved over, stroked her hair and knelt beside her limp body. Koho could not really speak, her mind was fragmented by the horrid fleeing of her life becoming something so precious - a moment of realization that this was it, and you know what? It was perfect. The end had come for a woman who was indoctrinated to do nothing but harm and dismay others. She had shown great stride when striking down the innocent, but that wasn't who the real Koho was; no. She was a gentle creature, a misunderstood being that just wanted to be loved.
She felt Muji's strong hand brush through her crispy red hair. A smile cropped onto her face; its body frail as her own frame. They didn't need to converse for each other to know how they felt, and what was about to happen next. "You... take care of yourself, Muji..." She would raise her crispy hand, its leather-like quality would be pressed against the man's face, the occasional flaking would take effect. "I only wish that I could have known normality... Do you think God is forgiving?" A tear would stroll down her face, and just then, it would become apparent to Muji that this was meant - this fight. Koho was never going to leave this village, where would she go? Saemon had betrayed her, and her body couldn't stop itself from wanting to destroy him, so in order to protect him for herself - she would have to destroy her own flesh. This way, peace would be ensured and Saemon would become mortally wounded for eternity; he failed his Red Queen.
The demon rose, it's terrifying form soothed her body, as it began to pull the spirit from the shell. "Muji, I have a note for Saemon... Give it to him please, it's back at my accommodation." And that was it. After those words were spoken she was dead, how anti-climatic. Her hand would fall from his face and tap against the ground. Her soul on the other hand, the human spirit, had a much more exiting journey.
From that moment, the spirit escaped with an utter sense of happiness, unbound to the world by shackles of indignity and inhumanity. But alas, its journey had but begun. The spirit world was an unimaginable thing and upon arrival to the plane of the dead, Koho was but whisked off, sent back into the world. A small realm, a farming region on the other side of the planet, in a decently sized farming home there lay a woman in a bed. She grasped tightly onto the sheets, screaming for her midwife with a reddened face. She gasped and moaned, forced to push, until a baby spilled out from her delicate. Her husband, a very honorable and gentle man, rushed in from outside of their master bedroom after hearing the innocent cries of a baby. His eyes overfilled with salt as all was well, his wife cradling a baby, and his sister - the midwife - crying with joy at their new addition. The man, a hard-working farmer, approached the bed with a humble step, falling to his knees and kissing his wife's hand.
She would smile, rubbing her thumb against the baby's small face, "It's a girl." She would add happily, shaking her head in disbelief. "Let's call her... Shii, after your grandmother." The husband would add, kissing their baby upon the head with an undying smile. The baby, a delightful chunk of joy and blood, would gurgle happily on its own spit as a lock of red dangled from it's head. The spirit, the innocent part of Koho, was reborn again into a new form with a new name. She would be in no harm, she would be gifted with the love of a family and the safety of her father's protection.
A life that she always wanted. A life that she was never given.
But now... Truly, she was safe.
[Dead </3 What a wonderful RP!]