A lamb for the slaughter.

Nisa lays spent on the ground before you. Her body covered by a mix of the violet fluid, dirt, and filth from the forest floor as she slowly rises to her feet. The once swollen belly from the beast's intrusion now only displaying a slight bulge while the violet veins spread across her entire body. Smokey violet eyes peer back at you and you know she is your puppet. Ignoring her tattered clothes, she only gathers the pair of daggers from her belt.

The best of Zporaflor, bigger than before, slithers on its now fat tentacles towards you. The tip of its spongelike bulb standing almost to your knees. You regard it with admiration after the first display of its power, now your power to control.

With Nisa and the beast at your side, you turn and make your way back to camp where Amon waits. He must be dealt with. Even with an injured leg, the bulky warrior might prove troublesome given the opportunity. After a few moments of traveling, you can make out the light of the campfire in the distance. "Nisa? Owen?" You hear the man call out. "You have ta try these apples. So fresh."

"He is mine, Herald." A demonic hiss escapes Nisa's lips almost silently. The next instant, her naked form is sprinting through the woods, daggers in hand, like a hungry predator closing in on it's kill as she clears the distance to the camp swiftly.

"Nisa?!" Is all Amon is able to utter before the huntress runs her daggers across his throat, a soft gurgle now the only sound in the forest. The man must have been too shocked by her changed appearance to know to defend himself before the dead was already done.

Joining Nisa in the camp, you can see his body slumped against the tree he was resting on with blood draining down his chest. Nisa drops her daggers and kneels before the body, dipping her fingers in the blood of the man once her friend. Tracing abyssal runes on her stomach and chest in blood. As you approach, she raises her violet eyes to you looking for your approval. "Excellent work Nisa. His body will feed the beast and allow Zporaflor's power to grow." You praise her placing your hand on her head as if she were a pet. She nuzzles against your touch happy she has pleased you.

The beast crawls it's way onto the dead man's lap, wrapping a fat tentacle around his still bleeding throat as two more tentacles rip his shirt open. It's dark bulb lightly swishing as small brown and black spores are expelled and land against his chest to seemingly melt into the now dead flesh. Soon a demonic fungus will grow within the body to spread across the forest.

There are only a few hours of night left before the sun will rise. It's light painful to both the beast of Zporaflor and the newly changed Nisa. You know you must find somewhere better to settle down before then.