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Elizabeth's Domain
SINIB:
Eruraviel
Eru's shadow shot out, cutting both the demon's and Hannah's palms, before wrapping around them and binding them together. "Alriiight, let's go, then."
The elf snapped her finger, and the demon felt pain. Pure, unadulturated, excruciating pain. Pain one could only feel from having your spirt ripped apart from your essence. The jar on top of her head began to fill with a flourecent dark liquid, seeming to absorb all light into its blackness. Hannah could tell the demon was in agony.
But it only lasted a few seconds, and the demon collapsed. The sigels suddenly expanded, covering both the demon's corpse and Hannah's body, and she herself felt the pain-but only for the briefest of moments.
The next, she found herself in a decidedly different position, and the elf crouching down in front of her, crying.
"Congragulations. You're free from the bondage of your father." She reached down, helping Hannah up, and supporting her againzt her. "So, how does it feel to be free?"
The woman was a little wobbly, unsure of how to move around as her soul finished binding to its new vessel. "Shall we go downstairs, and get a bite to eat? We should make sure to-well, that everything attaches nice and perfectly. See if you need any minor tweaking."
Aiden:
Hannah
There was nothing light to fill that jar - just a darkness deeper than any elven shadow could ever be, a pit where no heart had ever dwelt before. It was then that Eruraviel saw, in ways that even her eyes could not have appreciated while it was still trapped in physical form, the true essence of the inferno from which Hannah's ancestor had spawned.
Hannah, for once, was not excited by it. Her own desperate anticipation left even her sick desires unable to appreciate what was happening in light of what was to come. And then the pain, the mind-searing torment the likes of which even Hannah's father had never inflicted upon her in all their years together.
Wait no please don't don'tithurtsithurtsithurts
She screamed in a voice that was not hers, and her old body lost control of its bladder as all light fled from its eyes.
Hannah stumbled, unused to the demon's exact proportions, and wrapped an arm around Eruraviel's waist. "I don't..." The cambion paused, all too disturbed by the sound of her own voice. "... I don't know. I, I need a mirror. Please."
Yes. Mirror. Change. Needed to change.
SINIB:
Eruraviel
"Sure." The elf said simply, leading Hannah over to the mirror in the wall. Supporting her, letting her get used to it all.
Hannah might have noticed that the elf was surprisingly strong.
Aiden:
--- Quote from: Sinib on April 23, 2019, 03:33:30 AM ---Eruraviel
"Sure." The elf said simply, leading Hannah over to the mirror in the wall. Supporting her, letting her get used to it all.
Hannah might have noticed that the elf was surprisingly strong.
--- End quote ---
Hannah
It was hard to stand... but not the first time Hannah had been in an unfamiliar form. Balance was not the problem. The hardest part was how distant everything felt. Her senses felt like she was noticing them through a mesh filter, too hazy to be real. There was a certain emptiness to things, a certain sense that she was looking in on herself from afar, and it made it hard to remember things like - standing.
But her soul, her soul should still remember. Hannah reached for the darkest depths of her own spirit, into the places where virtue was defined by its utter absence.
A conduit to Hell.
The eyes of Hannah's new form burned a malevolent red as she clutched at her new chest, the place where her heart should beat. She grit her teeth, and forced by memory this stolen flesh to take the shape she wished of it. The cambion would have fallen to her knees were it not for the elf's efforts, but Eru could feel the way Hannah's skin crawled, bones snapped, and features shifted. She could see the demon's tortured face begin to take on the appearance of Hannah's own instead.
She groaned in pain.
SINIB:
Eruraviel
Eru simply stood silently, rubbing the girl's back. The feeling of emptiness, wrongness, was quickly disappearing-her soul meshed together, seemed to be accepting its new home. No, it was being forced to. The rejection responces from both parties were brutally suppressed, forced away, and overwritten.
Slowly, it felt like it was becoming her body, as immutably as her last one had been.
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