He has done it. After a day of pouring essence into the black stone armor, the armor was fully repaired.
"Hehehe..." Faraam was laughing like a deranged madman who is going to experiment on a victim. Of course, Sunny was the victim, as he saw the new runes of the armor.
Memory: [Mantle of the Underworld].
Memory Rank: Ascended.
Memory Tier: VI.
Memory Type: Armor.
Memory Description: [Vowing to never look upon the Goddess of the Black Skies again, the prideful demon retreated into the darkness beneath an unassailable mountain chain. He wasn't the first to lead his army against the gods. However, he was the first to shed their blood, as well as learn the secrets of his own.]
Memory Enchantments: [Living Stone], [Feather of Truth], [Stalwart], [Underworld Armament], [Prince of the Underworld].
[Living Stone] Enchantment Description: "This armor can repair itself while being worn."
[Feather of Truth] Enchantment Description: "The weight of this armor can be changed at will."
[Stalwart] Enchantment Description: "This armor provides extremely high protection against physical attacks, high protection against elemental attacks, and a moderate amount of protection against mind and soul attacks."
[Underworld Armament] Enchantment Description: "This armor can accommodate a Charm Memory to inherit and enhance its enchantments."
[Prince of the Underworld] Enchantment Description: "This armor grows stronger according to the amount of opponents its wielder defeats."
Vanquished Foes: [1213/6000].
"A growing memory... A fucking growing memory! I hit the jackpot!"
Faraam laughed more, while Sunny just stood in his place, reading the runes again.
'He wasn't the first to lead his army against the gods. However, he was the first to shed their blood, as well as learn the secrets of his own... I wonder what secrets the demon discovered about the gods.'
Sunny sighed; his memory was taken by the bastard, and it wasn't just any memory; it was a growing memory that might belong to a Daemon.
'There isn't anything I can do about it for now...'
He glanced at Faraam, who had already worn the onyx armor.
Only the armor didn't look like stone anymore; instead, it looked closer to metal.
Faraam closed his hand and opened it. The only enchantment he could use now was the [Feather of Truth].
Even though he would love to try it now, he knew it wasn't the time for that. Soon they will reach the Dark City, and he will have his time.
"Since it's an Ascended armor, it sure is durable... but it's not enough."
Faraam summoned the [Formless Ichor] and covered the onyx armor.
The onyx armor wasn't onyx anymore; instead, it was golden, reflecting everything.
Now if someone or something attacked him and somehow broke through his Transcendent Echo, they have to go after his Ascended armor that will be covered by his echo again.
Basically, Faraam was wearing two armors.
Satisfied, he dismissed both of them and sat again. Before they reach the Dark City, there is something he needs to check on. Something that he has been delaying for more than a day.
His Awakened aspect ability, [Mimicry.]
He summoned its description.
Aspect Ability Description: [Transform into those who you devour, and wield their powers, but be aware of losing yourself.]
He was wary of what was said last. He had already felt losing himself and what he is when he devoured Caela. His mind nearly broke.
What was worse is that this ability, unlike [Gluttony], didn't just grant him someone's memories, no. It transformed him into said person, becoming that person, both in mind, soul, spirit, and body.
From what he knew and has already figured out thanks to the [Weaver's Mask] incident. A true name works as an anchor for a person. They represent not only the present of a being but also their past and future.
So unlike before, when he devoured Caela, he had some protection. But still, Faraam was still wary of using the ability, but he will also have to use it in the future; he can't just nerf himself.
Sighing, Faraam used his ability. His essence moved inside his body, pushing and moving his muscles and bones.
'I'm Caela of Clan Valor, daughter of Madoc of Valor and Elisabeth.'
Faraam gritted his teeth from the pain he felt. His muscles tightened and got smaller, and his bones broke and healed, getting smaller too.
In front of Sunny, Faraam's looked like an abomination. Especially his face... it was horrendous.
His black hair grew longer and got more glossy. His eyes turned crimson red, and his waist, shoulders, and arms got smaller. His chest, hips, and back instead grew larger.
While the transformation happened, Faraam lived Caela's life again and again, slowly losing himself in the memories.
But every time he saw himself through Caela's memories and dying by his own hands... he felt betrayed... and the despair was unbearable. But every time he saw this, it reminded him of who he was.
The Bearer of Curse.
Finally the transformation finished, Faraam took a deep breath, and opened his eyes and looked at Sunny and spoke.
His voice was high-pitched and sweet, something Faraam never would have imagined.
"What do you think?"
Sunny studied Faraam from head to toe.
He now had long, wavy, glossy black hair and red vermilion eyes; he wore the same clothes as the first time he met him back in the Dark City, a black shirt and trousers, though it looked big on him right now.
Even though he has turned into a woman, he wasn't short or delicate. No, he was tall, packed with muscles in every part of his body. Well, everyone looked tall in front of him.
"Congrats, now you've become a woman," Sunny said mockingly.
"Know how to speak commoner. You're speaking to a Princess of Valor right now!" Faraam said with a grin on his face.
Sunny glanced down toward Caela's hips and asked.
"Is it... gone?"
"Oh yeah," Faraam chuckled, "want to see?"
"That's disgusting."
"Everything is disgusting in this world... both worlds actually."
***
Author note:
I know some won't like this gender-bender thing, but again, like I said in the synopsis, Faraam will use everything in his disposal to survive. Obviously nothing sexual or NSFW will happen; even Faraam has a red line.