"...Hmmm...hmmmmm...hmmm...uhumm..." I hum to myself as I gently stroke the brush, spreading the blood across the canvas. My beautiful work of art is almost complete, needing only my signature.
"This is magnificent..." I push my wheelchair back to view the perfect painting. It is magnificently detailed—a beautiful lake surrounded by a pine forest with a log cabin in the distance.
However, the sky in the painting is overcast, threatening to rain, while in the lower part of the canvas, beneath the earth, dozens of skeletons are positioned as if trying to climb up to the surface.
"It represents perfectly... the inability to reach the top... I like it..." I look at the dozens of corpses of magical girls scattered on the floor. Their blood and organs were used for this painting.
And now, only my signature is missing. I look at Lenore, collapsed on the floor. She isn't dead yet, but she's in a coma from overusing her power, and her heartbeat is growing slower and slower.
