Fourth Child of Destiny

Sango . . . was dead.

Sango, the sole survivor of the strong Slayer village.

Sango, the solitary demon exterminator.

Sango, the woman I called my blood.

My sister. My friend. Gone.

Cruelty! So cruel, but easier to say in my mind than out loud. As expected, Kohaku was there, still controlled by the corrupted shards in Naraku’s possession. The memory ran fresh through my mind, like the wounds that would scar me forever. She had whispered words of comfort to her brother, as they hugged and cried together.

But Sango had to kill him, and so she did. In a last moment of redemption, Sango had pierced Kohaku’s heart and he her own with his scythe. The siblings clutched each other as their bodies convulsed and their souls floated away to paradise. I smiled softly, for that moment had been the only I had truly seen her content; content in just dying with her beloved kin.

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