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They kept me in a cell at the Zero Division after that. A safety facility for the supernaturally-dangerous and metaphysically-troubled.
You could certainly say that's what I had become. A vacuum within a vacuum, my cells crushing infinitely the energy of all the matter I could now absorb, my existence surrounded by and outside of time yet existing within space as a void and abyss.
They could destroy me if they wanted to, but they didn't.
I hadn't happened before. There had never been a Midnight Son like me; a black hole where a person should be. None of the previous Sunbearers had even thought it might happen, although there were legends, and there were theories.
Supposedly, it was a risk of the Gift. A byproduct of wielding the sun is you have enough energy that you can just collapse in on yourself and become nothing; self-destructive cataclysm from the flame of the stars.
And that's what became of me after that fight. Lost in the sea of time, and changed forever into the Midnight Son.