The same Malena

The first thing you notice about yourself is your eyes. They are a shiny black, with no whites whatsoever. You aren't sure how you can see, but you can see better than ever before. Your hair once honey blonde, is now a lustrous midnight black. A single lock in front is the dark red of hearts blood. Your lips are black as tar, full and shiny. Your flesh once tan is pale and almost translucent. You can see dark veins below the surface. They no longer carry blood, but rather the dark lords essence. From a little distance it makes your flesh look a healthy radiant gray.

You red wedding dress clings to you, contrasting your gray complexion. It seems to almost caress your body. You realize it truly belongs to you. It had been yours to use, but only a fraction of its power was available. Now that your lust for blood echoes it's own, it's full powers are yours.

You have always been an attractive woman. But, now your curves seem a bit curvier. Your breasts have grown a cup size or two, nicely filling out the dress. You peer underneath the dress to get a look at your sex. It is the same lustrous black as your lips. It is drips with a black liquid that looks like darkness itself.

You feel heat, an intense desire coming from your slit, a desire to fuck, a desire to dominate, a desire to subjugate. In many ways it echoes your newfound lust for blood.

The wedding dress seems a bit impractical. With a thought you will it to change. The train vanishes and it becomes a short strapless party dress.

The dark lord offers you his hand. It is an act of chivalry which makes you want to tear off his cloak and fuck him again in front of the undead horde. You settle for a lust filled kiss.

You can feel the change in him the bonding went both ways. Now that your essence is within him you are certain you could talk him into adding a throw pillow to the throne of skulls. Black of course. His essence has changed you as well. You still wish to bathe in the blood of your enemies, and dominate and enslave your friends. Your enemy list is simpler now. Anything that lives is an enemy. Your friends you wish to dominate and enslave are the dead or undead. Your new desire is to help him achieve his vision. A kingdom free of the living, filled with perfectly obedient undead slaves.

Akarra gives you a toothy grin. Her voice booms. "May I present the dark lady, Malena the bloodthirsty."

It is a wonderful title.

You look out upon your subjects and see a living being.