Together in all these memories, I see your smile. You know I will love you 'til the end of time.
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Together in all these memories, I see your smile. You know I will love you 'til the end of time.
Mahiru is the personification of the sun and of gold. Mahiru is the warm sunray that cats fumble over themselves to lay in. Mahiru is the beautiful expensive metal that goes so well with soft brown hair and honey eyes.
Gold is not formed on Earth. All fusion on Earth ends with iron. Strong, useful iron. But gold is formed outside of the world’s boundary. Gold can only be formed from supernovas, stars exploding at the very end of their lives and scattering materials across the cosmos. All of the gold on Earth came from the violent deaths of the stars that formed them, launching the material to where the Earth could grab hold of it when it was forming into what we know it as today.
Mahiru is gold, made from a star of a woman and scattered out from her loving arms the moment of her violent death.
Germaine, with reasonable suspicion to how the limited explanation of how the Servamps were created, is an alchemist. It is to be believed that the Servamps represent Masculinity while their Eves represent Femininity in alchemy. But aside from that, gold is a very, very important material in alchemy.
For any one who practiced alchemy as Germaine has, gold represents the perfection of all matter on any level, mind, spirit, and soul. It is the most pure and perfect matter in the universe. This is why alchemists were so hellbent on learning how to turn other matter into gold; being able to successfully complete that transmutation of one material into gold would equate to having the ability to create perfect matter you could previously only find stuck within the Earth.
Gold is the perfection of all matter.
Mahiru is gold, formed within a star, his mother, and cast out the moment that star died. Mahiru is gold, caught in the arms of the Earth, his uncle, taken in without a second thought and shielded within the protection the Earth provided. He is the perfect being.
Saint Germaine is an inhuman alchemist, striving to make himself and his creations perfect. He strives to be able to create gold. He is only afraid of death and seeks to immortalize himself with little to no drawbacks and once he’s done so, he will go back and ensure his beloved creations are the same.
Germaine, in the form of the djinn floating in the air of Tokyo, Japan, sees the boy born from a star, the boy made of gold, and waits from afar. He could never get too close as the star that protected him was brutal in doing so. He could never directly interact with him. So he waits for about eight years after his birth, watching and observing him and all that was around him.
Then one stormy night, when the boy of gold and his mother star are crossing the street, he possesses the driver of an incoming car. The driver falls asleep, the car swerving and unable to stop for the crosswalk before it.
For gold to be scattered somewhere reachable, the star protecting it must go supernova. The star must die to be embraced by something else when there is nowhere else for it to go.
The moment Shirota Akira died in a car accident was the moment Mahiru’s fate as a perfect being-- a perfect vessel-- was sealed.
Years later, the boy of gold, who had taken to disguising himself as someone normal, rushes home from school and sees a little black cat mewing pitifully in an alleyway.
The only time the alchemist ever influenced Mahiru was to turn his head and eyes towards that alleyway. To zero in his attention on his first and most loved creation. Mahiru, the perfect being yet convinced he’s anything but, cannot help but to cradle the kitten in his arms and run home to take care of it.
He could not help giving the kitten a bell collar and a name, “Kuro”. He could not help taking what ends up being a vampire into the bustling street to his friends. Neither could he help the puncture wounds and the voidish marking around his wrist.
It is an alchemist’s life goal to create gold. Germaine had the power to give humans magic and called them “mages”. From the three pure bloodlines he had blessed, the mother of the boy he would turn into his vessel would be born. Experiment after experiment leads to the creation of a perfect being from no hands but his own.
Germaine will not stop until he can feel the warmth of sunrays on his skin and the expanding and deflating of his lungs. He will not stop until he can reach out and claim the fruit of his labor.
His vessel’s name is Shirota Mahiru, the boy of gold.
Saint Germain is gonna kill me at one point and I hope he'll at least make up for it by turning me into a Servamp
Guys, this is driving me insane as usual. If the creator needs to jump from a body to another in way to keep himself alive, does that mean the appearance he had when Kuro came back to life was not the real one? Maybe Kuro actually met him during his human life but he obviously couldn't recognize him as he has a different appearance?
This chapter was amazing and I particularly loved this moment. It was pretty much obvious servamps have never seen Jeje's face (except Lily, maybe?) which is very curious considering they know each others since centuries. Is it because Jeje has got scars which he doesn't want to show or because he's actually someone they all know? Can you imagine that is the Count and there are actually TWO people behind servamps birth (him and the one Tsubaki is trying to bring back)?
Translation by @hello-vampire-kitty
“Who am I? Who do you think I am?”
servamp | sloth & kuro } [surrender]
We can live forever, you can't abandon me.
"My creator, do I swear inextinguishable hatred. Have a care; I will work at your destruction, nor finish until I desolate your heart, so that you shall curse the hour of your birth."
Frankenstein, Mary Shelley