#hohooh

She didn't wake up from her sleep, no. She hadn't eaten, slept or even drank during all this time, it had already been almost a month for her. She didn't wake, yet she hadn't died.

Her breathing stopped, eyes glossed over and heart slowed down. Before her soul would shatter, sending an echo to every being she knew and cared about, it glowed of pure white.

Then it shattered.

Third time's the charm, she got what she had dreamed of. Her soul may have shattered, making itself known, but it was immediately replaced with a new one.

The soul was pure fire, glowing of different colors as it pulsed in her chest. She once again opened her red eyes, standing up slowly as her arms turned into black liquid, all the anger and despair gone as she smiled.

From her back, two wings sprouted. They had white feathers with pink accents. Not only that, there was also chimes of distant bells as ice covered the ground beneath her, growing out of her arms came icicles. She didn't feel them, she didn't feel the cold.

She got powers, perhaps even stronger ones that what they used to be. They weren't powers of a demon, nor an angel.

They were powers of a God.