Title: Of Love and Power
Authoress: Matty Dreamer
Beta'd By: Ceromorrigan
Rating: PG-13 for violence
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Disclaimed and De-clammed
Amarente the Demon's POV
It worked?
It is the shock that hits me first, the utter disbelief that even one so powerful as I could accomplish such an amazing feat. The sheer magnitude of what I have done makes me feel powerful beyond the telling of it...or at least it would if my newly acquired body was not shaking and rattling about like a desperate man in a raven's cage.
The feel of my new form is exhilarating and luxurious and I savor all the unfamiliar sensations. I am eager to test out this human vessel, a young body unhindered by wounds or age. Oh, the things I could do with this body...
... But perhaps I am getting ahead of myself. Things are best done one step at a time, no?
I open eyes once tightly clenched in another's pain. The view is disorienting to say the least and somehow vastly different. It takes me a while to discover the reason. I have two eyes!
It has been nearly fifteen years since Reiko's eldest brother carved out my right eye with a shard of broken glass. It was a dirty, deceitful trick I would have heartily approved of had I not been on the receiving end of it. How fitting it is that all due reparations have been paid to me in the form of his kin! What would he say to that, I wonder? Probably nothing, considering I tore his throat out and watched him bleed to death, gurgling and convulsing at my feet, but if he were alive?
Movement within my expanded field of vision draws me from my introspections. I admire the grace of a long serpentine neck as the dragonhead droops. Reiko is coming to. She reaches for her weapon, apparently unbothered by the transfer... that is, until she sees the talons. She freezes, astounded, I'm sure, by the pure elegance and strength of the brilliant little pieces of architecture that are now her hands. Or perhaps she has only just come to understand what has taken place. It matters little. Reiko was right about one thing. It is time to end this.
I start toward the sword, but my newfound legs crumple beneath me, as though the ground at my feet has suddenly turned to quicksand. I yelp as I slam into the gravelly pavement and the jarring impact echoes through my bones. I blink rapidly and try to determine which stars are only in my eyes. The impressive hulk of a furious demon suddenly blocks the view of the night sky.
Reiko seems to be adjust- Blinding, searing heat rips through my stomach and I howl my pain to the heavens above. Suddenly, I am keenly aware of the frailty of this human body. With one hand across my midsection, I crawl back; battling the fierce burning that accompanies my every move, even as I struggle with the mindless panic that threatens to overwhelm me.
Reiko is upon me, snarling like the demon she has become, raising a razor-sharp talon to strike me down.
A yell, a battle cry, breaks the silence that stretches between us. A blue form imposes itself before me and I hear the faintest squelch of blood and tissues.
Reiko's piercing wail is quickly gone as she sinks to the ground, dead.
The red-haired man, no, child, looks down at me in concern. His mouth moves as though he is speaking, but in my mind I hear only the whispers and joyous revels of demons.
"Reiko the Demon Hunter has been slain and Amarente, truly the greatest of us all, lives on in her body!"
Disclaimed and De-clammed
Amarente the Demon's POV
It worked?
It is the shock that hits me first, the utter disbelief that even one so powerful as I could accomplish such an amazing feat. The sheer magnitude of what I have done makes me feel powerful beyond the telling of it...or at least it would if my newly acquired body was not shaking and rattling about like a desperate man in a raven's cage.
The feel of my new form is exhilarating and luxurious and I savor all the unfamiliar sensations. I am eager to test out this human vessel, a young body unhindered by wounds or age. Oh, the things I could do with this body...
... But perhaps I am getting ahead of myself. Things are best done one step at a time, no?
I open eyes once tightly clenched in another's pain. The view is disorienting to say the least and somehow vastly different. It takes me a while to discover the reason. I have two eyes!
It has been nearly fifteen years since Reiko's eldest brother carved out my right eye with a shard of broken glass. It was a dirty, deceitful trick I would have heartily approved of had I not been on the receiving end of it. How fitting it is that all due reparations have been paid to me in the form of his kin! What would he say to that, I wonder? Probably nothing, considering I tore his throat out and watched him bleed to death, gurgling and convulsing at my feet, but if he were alive?
Movement within my expanded field of vision draws me from my introspections. I admire the grace of a long serpentine neck as the dragonhead droops. Reiko is coming to. She reaches for her weapon, apparently unbothered by the transfer... that is, until she sees the talons. She freezes, astounded, I'm sure, by the pure elegance and strength of the brilliant little pieces of architecture that are now her hands. Or perhaps she has only just come to understand what has taken place. It matters little. Reiko was right about one thing. It is time to end this.
I start toward the sword, but my newfound legs crumple beneath me, as though the ground at my feet has suddenly turned to quicksand. I yelp as I slam into the gravelly pavement and the jarring impact echoes through my bones. I blink rapidly and try to determine which stars are only in my eyes. The impressive hulk of a furious demon suddenly blocks the view of the night sky.
Reiko seems to be adjust- Blinding, searing heat rips through my stomach and I howl my pain to the heavens above. Suddenly, I am keenly aware of the frailty of this human body. With one hand across my midsection, I crawl back; battling the fierce burning that accompanies my every move, even as I struggle with the mindless panic that threatens to overwhelm me.
Reiko is upon me, snarling like the demon she has become, raising a razor-sharp talon to strike me down.
A yell, a battle cry, breaks the silence that stretches between us. A blue form imposes itself before me and I hear the faintest squelch of blood and tissues.
Reiko's piercing wail is quickly gone as she sinks to the ground, dead.
The red-haired man, no, child, looks down at me in concern. His mouth moves as though he is speaking, but in my mind I hear only the whispers and joyous revels of demons.
"Reiko the Demon Hunter has been slain and Amarente, truly the greatest of us all, lives on in her body!"