Stepping slowly over the corpses, her hair began to lengthen with each step, her attire changing into a long, flowing black gown that hugged every inch of her body before trailing back behind her, a long slit up the front revealing one slender leg.
Her feet were encased in black metal, delicate with vine-like creepers crawling up her shins with a modest heel. Her body was encased in a large black cloak that appeared at first to be made of feathers, until the feathers began to part and enormous black wings spread out behind her, thick and full.
As they parted, a headdress seemed to leak up from her now knee length hair, two large horns pointing backwards behind her head, a glowing stone trailing from a single silver chain over the top of her head to hang between her brows.
Long black gloves snaked up her arms from her nails, stopping just below the hanging sleeve of her gown.
The demon was back on his feet, those odd yellow-gold eyes huge in terror and wonder as she stretched out one hand to her side and a massive scythe formed between her outstretched fingers.
He had wanted the perfect weapon, and she was now stalking him in her demonic, God-like perfection.
The bodice of her gown was made of tight leather, cupping and supporting her breasts with a thin strip that traced down her front to join at the skirt, enclosing her in leather and cloth while leaving a healthy portion of her grey-blue skin visible, a large cross of leather running up her chest to curl around her throat like a lover. A crimson crystal hung between her breasts from a slender black chain, throbbing and glowing with her heartbeat which had kicked back into action as the transformation began.
She smiled at the demon, and he flinched as she handled her new scythe with hypnotic precision.
"Tell me Daemon, can a demon greet death as a lover?" she whispered, her voice echoing a nanosecond behind her throaty purr.
He shook his head mutely, terrified and enthralled in equal measure.
"Shame, he's a nice creature," she whispered, her words echoing inside her head. "Tell him I said hi, when you see him,"
She swung the scythe and his body slowly, dramatically slid apart at the waist.
There was no blood, no gore or anything, the scythe moving so smoothly and perfectly that reality didn't have time to process what had happened before he slid apart.
He still had a shocked look on his face as she set the clawed foot of her scythe on the ground and contemplated what was left of him.
She didn't know if destroying his physical form would kill him, but she hadn't been able to resist.
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Turning slowly to the booming steps of the titan, she smiled and headed in his direction, a gleeful excitement starting in her gut at the approach of the king.
She was going to kill him too, just as soon as she got to him.
He was staring down at her, seeing the destruction she had caused, seeing the change and yet he came for her, prepared to die in defence against this new, more lethal threat.
Most of the field had emptied before her and both sides had huddled together out of the way, leaving her a clear path to the titan, though corpses still littered the ground.
His sword lifted and she swung the handle of her scythe up, holding the shaft behind her back, the long six-foot blade pointing up, curled up over her head and she grinned, a feral grin that had men cowering back in the trees.
The titan began to run for her and she stopped, reaching up to caress down the clean blade, down the shaft and as her fingers left it, the shaft seemed to stick to her, stretching to form a ribbon that curled lovingly around her wrist, turning her head, she smiled and closed her eyes as she felt the weapon singing to her, loving her for her beauty and for her love of it.
Allowing the blade to fall, she jerked it and it flicked across her back and up, her fingers curling around the ribbon and tilting herself just slightly, the scythe began to spin in a rapid circle by the ribbon.
Her eyes snapped open, bright white as she released the scythe, and it flew for the king. The ribbon stretched, seemingly endless as it closed the huge distance to the titan.
Something struck the scythe before it could reach its mark and she lowered her eyes to the lich, his eyes glowing a bright, flickering green still.
Pulling at the ribbon, the scythe shot back to her, and she caught it as easily as a tossed apple.
Anduril was in his hand, smoking heavily with a new chip in the blade.
Alaric had stopped, not expecting her to be able to move so readily and he watched as his younger brother took on death given flesh.
Epharis paced forward, his right hand lifting to form a flickering green ball of fire, throwing it at her with a speed she hadn't expected.
Snapping her scythe around, the ball hit the blade and bounced off to her right, exploding a tree into evil green fire.
She smiled, watching her husband approaching her with a second ball starting.
He was so cute when he was angry, furious that she had turned on them. But what had they expected? He was just as bad as his brother when it came to hurting her.
The second ball was deflected just as easily as the first and she paused, looking around at a soft rustle.
The scythe flashed and someone fell, blood splashing.
"Kai!" someone screamed, and a sudden shot of fear hit her chest at the scream as she vaguely recalled something important about the name.
She turned slightly to see what was going on, seeing Jaia over his brother. Kai was bleeding profusely from a large cut in his chest.
She deflected a third ball of fire without looking and started for the two vampires.
Jaia moved to defend his brother and she used the butt end of her scythe to send him flying.
Kai was dying, looking up at her with huge, terrified eyes.
She smiled at him, and tears welled up in his eyes. Oh, how she loved that man, loved his fear and loved his beautiful death. She loved him more than he would ever be able to understand in that moment.
"Etani?" he pleaded as she knelt down, her scythe set down.
She drew him up to her and even as Jaia screamed, her lips met the soft lips of Kai and she lifted him lovingly from himself, cradling him tenderly inside her even as his corpse fell to the ground.