Hey sorry for long the wait. It took some time, patience and a lot of grammar correcting since I suck at grammar, but I finally finished writing this shit! Yay! The concept for Remy's demon form was created by an idea MadhatterZake had sent me in the comments. I really appreciate your input MadhatterZake. I was stuck in writer's block hell for days trying to figure out what Remy's Sinner form should be and your idea really helped me out. Dude seriously you rock! Anyway here is chapter 2. I hope you guys enjoy!


I woke up with a pounding headache, my head throbbing with pain. As I tried to sit up, I realized I was in an unfamiliar place. The sky above me was a bright red, and the city streets were dark and gloomy. Strange and scary-looking creatures roamed the streets, their eyes glowing in the eerie light. Some were robbing one another, others were performing risque acts, and some were trying to kill each other. I looked around frantically, trying to figure out where I was and what had happened. And then, it hit me. I remembered jumping off the balcony of my mansion and the overwhelming feeling of despair and hopelessness consuming me. But yet, here I was, my body still in one piece.

I tried to move, but my body felt strange and different. It was then that I noticed my hands. They were now bird-like claws. They were buff gray in color and I had only three fingers on each hand instead of four. I pulled up the sleeves of my white suit jacket and saw that my arms were covered in feathers. I then felt around my body to see what else had changed and found that I had grown a peacock tail. I plucked one of the feathers from my colorful tail to see if I was dreaming and flinched at the pain. Panic set in as I tried to make sense of what was happening. My black dress shoes were shredded by my new bird-like feet. I stumbled towards a nearby puddle, hoping to see my reflection and make sense of this nightmare. As I leaned over the water, I couldn't believe what I saw. Instead of my human face, the head of a peacock stared back at me. My blonde hair was gone, and the feathers on top of my head resembled my old hairstyle. My eyes had changed color; they were no longer bright green but were now a crimson red. I reached up to touch my face and felt a sharp beak where my nose and mouth should be.

My reflection did the same. I couldn't believe it. This was real. I was a freaking peacock! But how? And where was I? And why was I turned into a peacock of all things? I walked aimlessly through the streets, my new body attracting attention from the other creatures. Some laughed, others pointed, but most just ignored me. I soon came across what looked like a human couple with bleached white skin; their eyes were pure black, and their teeth looked like they belonged to sharks. The pair looked to be in their thirties and were dressed in old-timey clothing. The man had short curly ginger hair and a handlebar mustache, and the woman had long, wavy dark brown hair that reached the end of her back. The man looked to be about 7 feet tall and had a lengthy build, and the woman appeared to be 5'1 and stout. They were cuddling near a bonfire and appeared to be cooking something. I felt my stomach rumble as I smelled the food. As I got closer, my eyes widened in shock. There was a pile of mutilated humanoid bodies on the ground next to them, and their severed limbs were being slow-cooked in the fire. I felt myself gag as I watched the man and woman begin to eat the roasted flesh of their victims. I also noticed some of the people in the pile of flesh were in fact still alive, and we're begging to be killed, while the cannibals were ignoring their pleas to end their suffering. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I felt some tears leak from my eyes. In my heart, I knew where I was—I was in hell. I wanted to run away, but I was too scared to move. The man of the duo noticed me and approached, his black eyes gleaming with curiosity. 'Well, well, well. It looks like we have a new resident,' he said in a raspy voice, making my anxiety spike. As he looked me over, he eyed me up and down, looking at me like I was food.

'You know, my dear Ophelia, it's been a while since we had poultry,' he said, licking his lips.

'You don't want to eat me. I'm too scrawny,' I said nervously. The woman chuckled and said playfully, 'Don't worry, little bird. We won't eat you... yet.'

My feathers ruffled in fear as the woman's words echoed in my mind. 'You see, young man, my sweet husband Oliver and I like to give our prey a fighting chance, so we'll give you a five-minute head start. Clock's ticking, little birdy.' She said this as she pulled out a pocket knife out of her handbag and began laughing maniacally. The man pulled out his own weapon, a cleaver and joined his wife in the laughter.

My heart raced as I tried to process the situation. I was in hell and was about to be hunted down like an animal by cannibals. How did this happen? What did I do to deserve this? But there was no time to dwell on these questions. I had to run!