Nearby village and the dark knights are dead ends

The spirit of the dead were no longer there. To be frustrated so soon in your journey was revolting, these souls were meant for **** and pain, how could they have already been endorsed to their final reward? There were few options, but the most likely was a demonic master, already eager to claim his prize.

To linger would only tap your resolve, so without saying goodbye or turning back, you head towards the nearest village.

"Good morning" Says a sheppard girl just on the outskirts of the village, the first living person you see in hours. She is a blonde girl with an oval face, livid blue eyes and lush red lips; her dress was bulky enough to either hide a buxon goddess or a fat cow. SHe didnt appear concerned, even if you were armed.

"Girl." this was all the measure you would afford this insect "I am looking for a Red Knight, leading a dozen Dark Knights. Have you seen them?" The girl shakes her head "They didnt come this way, but you can check with the Miller. He owns the bridge, and charges a toll to whoever passes through"

"No, these men had winged horses" She laughs, thinking you joke. That was a bad mistake.

Your eyes take the glow of the amethyst wind, without need for you to utter a word. She screams, scared, and turns to run. She doesnt get to the second meter before it hits her.

The wind unravels fabric as autumn blows leafs from the floor, revealing an over indulgence of milk and sweets. She is palid with fear, and just about to scream more. Good, her voice is the best part about her.

Your gestures command her to stand, and pull her towards the village. She cries and begs f0r you to have mercy, to not destroy her innocence, as if you had any mercy or could rob her of what isnt there. People gather, but are held back by your obvious demonstration of power.

"Villagers, my demand is simple. To the north lies a house, where two women live. Care for them, and when I return you shall be rewarded. But if you allow hurt to come to them..." the girl squeals in pain, and crumbles to the ground.

You place your sword on her tight, and she cries even more when its sharp edge draw blood. Transubstantiation requires sacrifice, even a temporary one like this. "This is pain. This can be your reward"

Fat begins to undulate, and her skin begins to move as if a thousand insects were crawling away from her. She is begging for mercy, and the villagers, aghast, see the birth of the beauty she could have been, and now is; milky white tights, long legs, an hourglass figure, generous breasts... She is still whinning long after it is over, and you are gone.

You are barely out of town when you hear a loud moan echo. You expected no better from these worms, but either fear or lust will make them take care of Lilly. You will find more information in the tavern.