Costin
An unhinged smile crawled on the vampire's face. There was no need for introductions, no need for anything in this world. All that mattered was this moment. Crimson blood sprawled on her hand and turned into claws hard as steel, and without a shred of hesitation she met the killer's charge with her own, her bloody claw swinging forth to meet her weapon.
Seven lives. That is how many she had managed to offer that killer, and yet she could not take a single one from it. Had she been anything less, that number would have easily doubled, nay, tripled during the course of this fight.
But none of it mattered, for such an exquisite opponent, she would hardly mind dying thousands, no, millions of times.
"Haaah...haa...hahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She suddenly burst into laughter, as if she suddenly realized the hilarity of it all. In truth, she was just exhilarated, she smiled as wide as she could because she couldn't grow any madder. Even with her arm missing and her guts spilling, all he could give her were scratches.
It was like banging her head repeatedly against a wall until her skull popped. It was so frustrating it made her head throb like it was burning, so much she had to dig deep into her brains and scramble them like gelatin in order to calm herself down.
The killer moved in for the kill once more, and they clashed countless times, but even with her defenses and tenacity, it was all but trifling to her. So she let her have her way, despite the risk of being caught. But Costin was far more nimble, she moved back and increased the distance, reveling in the wounds each exchange would carve on her but not allowing her to take a decisive grasp on her.
"Ah yes~! That's it! That's it!" She screamed out of pleasure, splashing blood and gore all over and squeezing tight on her own guts and intestines before her stomach could reform. "To kill one another without pretense of logic or meaning to it, there is no greater gift to monsters like ourselves! You could say that this is exactly what we were born for. To plunder and murder and destroy, to murder, to be plundered and to be destroyed... it's fun! There is no truer expression of love, yes, I can see from how you violated me with these hands of yours... IT MUST BE TRUE LOVE!!"
Her foot clashed with the floor, for a second it looked like she'd charge into motion again, but all of a sudden she stopped. Her expression shifted to sadness, a gloom misery, the sort that just breaks your heart.
"I'll take it. Ah, but this won't do. This won't do at all. I accept your love, so why won't you accept mine? Such a onesided carnage is nothing more than an inconsiderate affection." The blood surrounding the girl suddenly crawled towards her, moved by her magic until it came unto her and showered her like a revitalizing drink, becoming one with her flesh.
She posed dramatically and howled, and a pitch black aura began to coat her own body. Was this mere magical energy snapping her bones and making her flesh bulge into an unsightly mass of monstrous muscle and sinew? No, if one had to describe the aura that the beast released, it was nothing short of pure malice.
"Pfffft, hahaha! But I gotta say, you really are great! If only I could see your handsome face, I could truly fall for you! Yes, hate me, love me, kill me, and die! Die kill and die and kill again, that is our purpose. THAT IS OUR DUTY!! Let us put your everything against my everything AND FINISH THIS FESTIVAL WITH A BANG!"
And suddenly, the black aura became hair, and what had once been a girl was now a hulking beast, a cross between a monstrous wolf and a behemoth of flesh. Simply put, she was violence personified.
The beast let out an inhuman roar and shattered the ground with its springlike legs, bursting into motion with speed and power unrivaled even by her own body.
