Cornelia at first hated that she had to watch herself die, but as time went on, she began to revel in the new life she would have. This one had seemed to have no end. Her betrothed's eyes had shown their true nature, and yet, she had loved them all the same. Sometimes she would inwardly mourn the loss of her human life, and other she would hate its down right existence. She had come to trust him, not matter what his motives were. She knew one thing for certain. If he had come here just to use her, then he was at least nice enough to stick around for this change as well. This feeling and connection grew to become that of loyalty towards him. After all, he was taking her away from the life she knew.
As she began to learn of this new life, she slowly began to yearn for it. It sounded much more exciting than she could have ever hoped, as she would be able to roam freely and hunt, and not worry of riches nor glory. As his stories and the images varied from day to day, she had grown too enticed in what he was saying to even notice the chain decaying any longer. She slowly looked upon her human body as that of a weight and wished nothing more than to be left free from it. However, what she hadn't expected was the pain she would encounter once her time came to change. She no longer paid any attention to her body, instead, the serious look upon Anamist's face as he told her it was now time to go through with the change.
As soon as she had heard the snap of the chain as it broke, Cornelia felt a pain well up within her. It grew to an excruciating amount, one she had never felt before. Darkness overtook her and soon she felt her walls close up as her body transformed. She would shriek out in pain, though by this point, it began to sound more of that of a monstrous being ravaging in pain and hunger. She had spent so long watching the hideous human form change that she had not fed, and now all of her hunger and pain rushed in, overtaking her mind. She no longer thought as Cornelia, or acted as herself. Instead, she acted as a ravenous beast ready to tear anything and everything to shreds in order to sate her hunger.
Her last thought was that she was hideous and Anamist was watching the transformation, and yet didn't look away in disgust. Just then, her hunger rose, her thirst for revenge rose, but more importantly, her thirst for other souls rose. She looked upon Anamist as a possible meal until he had omitted dominance over her. Her hollow form knew now who was in charge and what her duty was. As he broke down the burrier for her, she went forth quickly, taking all in her wake as she headed for the one being she wanted to kill the most: the Prince. And yet, a part of her wanted to make him suffer before he did. She would go after everyone close to him, knowing that they couldn't see her, she prided herself on the hunt as her prey ran and screamed.
She played this game of cat and mouse until every last person's soul had been ate. That is except for the prince's whom she had knocked out of his own body to show him her true form and leave him helpless to watch as she massacred his home and life. He wouldn't know who she was, but she had instilled fear within her victim and that's what she fed off of. She had came back to him as the last soul and would feast on him last, enjoying every bit of screaming he would let out, after having destroyed the kingdom's known existence. Her hunger had grown, but she had done as Anamist had told her. She would come back to him, awaiting his praise or denial.
As she began to learn of this new life, she slowly began to yearn for it. It sounded much more exciting than she could have ever hoped, as she would be able to roam freely and hunt, and not worry of riches nor glory. As his stories and the images varied from day to day, she had grown too enticed in what he was saying to even notice the chain decaying any longer. She slowly looked upon her human body as that of a weight and wished nothing more than to be left free from it. However, what she hadn't expected was the pain she would encounter once her time came to change. She no longer paid any attention to her body, instead, the serious look upon Anamist's face as he told her it was now time to go through with the change.
As soon as she had heard the snap of the chain as it broke, Cornelia felt a pain well up within her. It grew to an excruciating amount, one she had never felt before. Darkness overtook her and soon she felt her walls close up as her body transformed. She would shriek out in pain, though by this point, it began to sound more of that of a monstrous being ravaging in pain and hunger. She had spent so long watching the hideous human form change that she had not fed, and now all of her hunger and pain rushed in, overtaking her mind. She no longer thought as Cornelia, or acted as herself. Instead, she acted as a ravenous beast ready to tear anything and everything to shreds in order to sate her hunger.
Her last thought was that she was hideous and Anamist was watching the transformation, and yet didn't look away in disgust. Just then, her hunger rose, her thirst for revenge rose, but more importantly, her thirst for other souls rose. She looked upon Anamist as a possible meal until he had omitted dominance over her. Her hollow form knew now who was in charge and what her duty was. As he broke down the burrier for her, she went forth quickly, taking all in her wake as she headed for the one being she wanted to kill the most: the Prince. And yet, a part of her wanted to make him suffer before he did. She would go after everyone close to him, knowing that they couldn't see her, she prided herself on the hunt as her prey ran and screamed.
She played this game of cat and mouse until every last person's soul had been ate. That is except for the prince's whom she had knocked out of his own body to show him her true form and leave him helpless to watch as she massacred his home and life. He wouldn't know who she was, but she had instilled fear within her victim and that's what she fed off of. She had came back to him as the last soul and would feast on him last, enjoying every bit of screaming he would let out, after having destroyed the kingdom's known existence. Her hunger had grown, but she had done as Anamist had told her. She would come back to him, awaiting his praise or denial.