"I am you and you are me, we will never be alone"
It was a slimy, snaking feeling that disgusted and entranced her all it once. Miranda watched with nearly fearful fascination as the darkness wound itself along her arms, sliding under and across her skin. She had chosen this, consciously accepted her Noah. Now it writhed outward from the stigmata on her palms, stretching out to pool around her joints, her curves, every crevice of her body. She felt it consuming her, felt the last of her humanity being burned away in a painless, icy flame.
Miranda gasped, head snapping back as the blackness ran along her neck, slicing another stigmata there and winding along upwards to her face. She felt it slide into her mouth, her nose, her ears and eyes, not quite wet but choking, suffocating. Her marred hands curled into fists, she screwed her eyes shut.
Behind her eyelids, inside her head, there was a voice. A whisper, harshly soothing, telling her of days long past and futures yet to come. Reminding her of the pleasure of the kill, of the joy it was to be a Noah. Reviving her purpose, her direction, her use.
The darkness curled around her heart, pierced through it and ran into her veins even as it disappeared from her skin. It infected her entirely, and suddenly her eyes flew wide. This was Joyd. She could feel it. The knowledge of centuries past, the indisputable belief that she was a child of the true god, the reckoning she was a force for cleansing this world of its wrongs.
Consumed, she stood and smiled.