Gyutaro and Ume awoke as anew.
A tall grotesque boy and a tiny white-haired girl rose from the ground, healed of all wounds and left twitching uncontrollably as they experienced a powerful sensation that they never felt before, hunger.
An powerful hunger for flesh that took over their mind, heart and soul. Washing away any form of reservations or reasons, their ravenous stomachs became their mind, and their inhuman urges dominated their entire being.
The pair broke through the wooden walls of the nearest house in their vicinity. The house was filled with a blur of screams and blood and splintering shrapnel of wood. The residents: two men and two young women all gathered at a dining table that happened to be too close to the wall, was now bleeding terribly. They smelled amazing to the two new demons and were like a freshly made meal just for them.
Gyutaro lunged at the screaming men and Ume turned to the women who were cowering in the corner.
Ume smelt the tantalizing scent of blood from one of the woman's bleeding arms, it sang to her, drawing all of her urges in. Streams of drool dripped down her mouth, and her stomach roared so loudly that everyone could hear it. The Hunger she possessed but couldn't control only wanted one thing. To devour her.
Her claws dug deep into the woman's arm, her grip taking hold of all the veins and muscles it could hold and ripped it out. The sound faintly echoed in the house. Her blood splattered onto her delicate face and her light pink kimono. The blood had also seeped out and dripped onto her arm, which eventually dripped onto the already bloody ground below them.
Before she died, the woman had gazed into his eyes and talked to her, like she was still human.
"No..no…please stop." A weak voice trembled; Ume looked down at the bloodshot eyes looking directly into her. Her voice showed her fear, but her eyes showed utmost beauty. Her luscious black hair still lovely with the blood and grime smeared in it, her face was still pretty as she was dying.
It was fucking unfair.
A pang of rage struck Ume hard as she stared at her. The woman tightened her grip on her arm, as a form of a desperate attempt to defend herself, and had continued talking, like nothing else was more important. It wasn't. It wasn't important. Nothing did. Ume's hand took no hesitation at her words, and she could only gleefully watch in as her fangs dug into her neck.
Once she devoured the woman, Ume cruelly stepped on the woman's crumpled up body, new blood collected by her feet as she lunged for the two remaining women within the building with slick crimson smeared in her fangs.
The bodies of the three women were sprawled across the ground, covered in the dirt and blood, like an abandoned animal that had been trampled way too many times.
After the siblings were done, a weight of heaviness assailed them, and they plunged to the floor side by side.
The world seemed to be shrouded in silence for a moment, Ume couldn't move, think or speak for a long time.
It was only after Gyutaro finished devouring his meals, he saw his sister and gasped in shock. "Ume.."
Ume looked up at her brother. He was saying something that Ume couldn't hear due to the sudden appearance of ringing in her eardrums.
Suddenly Ume froze up. A shiver traversing her. A sensation of pressure swelled inside her like a filling balloon.
She grew.
Her breasts were now of an impressive and ample E-cup size, he realized. Furthermore, despite looking clearly malnourished and somewhat sickly, Her body was more elegant, curvy, almost buxom. A complete stark contrast from his adorable little sister.
She had become Daki.