fired her Kamehameha forth, but... it just wasn't fast enough. The ray Michael fired pierced through her chest in but an instant, hitting her straight through the heart and destroying it. She coughed up blood, and could only smile, as she fell back, her consciousness beginning to fade. She shut her eyes once, and thought about things, as her blood began to pool up under her.

Of course... her life improved since she dealt the finishing blow to Duma. She grew in power, resolve, and... she fell in love. She fell in love with the most wonderful of women- Loraine Skye. She settled down. She had a family. She was truly happy. And, in her last moments, she died happy. She was satisfied above all else, more then she ever had been in her life.

Was her death regrettable? Yes, it was. But she died standing up for what she believed in- she died to offer someone a chance at redemption, just like she did to Duma.

Nobody ever truly deserved to die, she believed. Everyone always had a chance.  Even Void, who killed her, still deserved a chance- at least in her opinion. These people wouldn't offer him such a chance, but... he fought for what he believed in as well. He had pride, and he had a goal- a tragic one, but one nonetheless.

"It's quiet now. I don't think it's ever been this quiet before in my whole life. This is what I sought. And yet, now that the time has finally come, I long for the noise of the past. I long for those hectic and chaotic days that once were. But this too, is pleasant, in an odd sort of way."

She opened her eyes one final time, flashing back to their marriage- the high point of her life. She reached into her pocket, pulling out one final object, which she held to her chest, where her heart once was. She remembered her final vows, and opened up her mouth, uttering her final words to Loraine.

"I... love you."

And thus she shut her eyes...

"It was a good life, I think. A good, good life..."

Those last thoughts in her head, Melokhia let her body go cold, her hand slipping from her chest to the ground. Left would be the picture of them at their honeymoon, smiling upon entering their vacation spot- holding hands, smiling, happy as could be.

...and died with a smile in her face.