Dead demon god's body slowly started to dissolve leaving behind it's essence, a blood red glowing orb size of basketball floating in it's place.
Out of curiosity I approached it, it was not actually a solid orb but more like a ethereal cloud. It was origin of demon god's authority devour.
I went ahead and lightly placed my hand on it,
The moment I touched it, it dissolved into me, my body began to break, mind flooding with hunger that wasn't mine.
The instant the authority enters me, my body cannot process it, my senses overload, space around me begins to distort.
A human frame trying to contain something that does not belong to mortality.
At this stage, most would, collapse, disintegrate or lose their identity entirely.
But instead of resisting blindly I understood it.
I does not fight it.
I do not try to control it.
I simply accepted it completely, no fear, no resistance.
That single moment changes the outcome.
"You devour because you are empty."
The moment I came to such realization,that moment changed everything.
Instead of being consumed, I accepted the Demon God's origin into myself. The origin got purified bit by bit from holiness of my armaments, and it didn't take long for purification to get completed. It turned into gentle blue from bloody red color.
Instead of destroying my body, the authority adapts. Because, a concept cannot exist without a stable form. So it rebuilds my body into something that can hold it.
My body rewrote itself. Not like a Vision awakening but something far more primal.
My physical structure is replaced with a divine-compatible form. Biological limits are removed. My body became a vessel, not a mortal organism.
This is not healing. This is, creation of a new existence using my materialized soul as a base.
My body was no longer bound by normal human biology.
My form was accelerated to a stable state capable of holding divine authority.
My existence shifted from mortal → semi-divine vessel.
This is not "aging."
This is closer to, a god forging a body that can house it's own authority.
I gained power beyond mortals.
This transformation follows one rule, power does not wait for a vessel. It creates one.
I did not "gain power." I became, the place where that power can exist.
When the light faded I stood, not as a 5 year old child but fully mature maiden, I looked like 20 year old woman in appearance. A very beautiful woman at that.
My body is that of a fully formed divine vessel. Slender, perfectly balanced proportions, Movements minimal, almost no unnecessary movements. I didn't shift my weight or breathe noticeably. I appear complete, but not "grown" in a natural sense. Like a form created to fit power, not life.
My hair long, flowing past my knees, silver at the roots, fading into soft blue at the ends.
Moves slowly, as if drifting underwater even in still air. Occasionally, a few strands lose shape briefly, like dissolving before returning.
Her eyes reveal the truth of my existence, clear, calm, almost human it carries a faint depth subtle, but endless.
Clothes manifests as part of my new existence, a long, flowing gown in white, silver, and muted blue no armor, no protection none is needed. Fabric moves gently, like it has no weight. The edges occasionally blur, as if the form itself is not entirely fixed.
There is no visible power release.
But there is a constant effect, sound feels dampened. Movement nearby feels slightly slower. The space around me feels… thick, not heavy, not oppressive, just different.
This is the most important part, I am not yet a "god of anything."
I have
No element
No domain
No demon god name
No authority expressed outward.
But I contains something immense.
A concept waiting to take shape.
If someone encountered me in this state, they would think,
"She looks so gentle"
But they would hesitate to approach.
Because instinct would whisper,
"Something about her is different"
Not fully a god, but something in between.
I gained Devour Authority, I can absorb energy, attacks, even fragments of power now.
But I'm not demon god yet, but half demon god.
I lack a element.
In Teyvat logic, this almost never happens because, humans reject overwhelming authority. Authority overwrite weaker vessels, most cannot maintain identity during reconstruction.
I succeeded because, my soul is already materialized, so technically my soul was never a mortal to begin with.