Abbadon Needs You

Then it hits you, Abbadon still needs you. You start swimming up to the surface, the blood almost seems to carry you up. Finally your hand breaches the surface and you drag yourself out of the pool. Your entire body is drenched in blood but it doesn't bother your eyes as you look up to Abbadon's grinning face.

"I knew you wouldn't let me down." You look over yourself as you rise, even though the blood you can see you've grown taller and more muscular. "All that's left is getting rid of that pesky little soul."

"I never had much use for the thing to begin with." Abbadon laughs as she thrusts her hand into your chest, it should hurt but instead you feel nothing. After a few seconds Abbadon's hand exits your chest, holding something. It looks like some kind of sphere but it seems to be made of a dim red light.

"My oh my, you were quite the naughty one weren't you?" Abbadon places the light on her tongue, swallowing it and licking her lips with satisfaction. "Just the way I like it."

The second she finishes speaking your vision goes red. You hold your hands up, watching them tremble and then razor sharp claws burst out from under your nails. You feel a stabbing pain in your mouth as your teeth are pushed out of your mouth, replaced by rows of jagged fangs. The blood coating your body starts to be absorbed into you, exposing your still human skintone. You feel a small pair of horns pushing out of your forehead to finish your transformation, you look down at the polished stone to see your glowing orange-red eyes and blood red hair.

"It seems I was mistaken Lord Abbadon, this is a truly exemplary specimen of a Carasca." The creature speaks as you return your gaze to Abbadon.

"Yes, she's quite formidable isn't she? Perfect for what I need..."