In a manner of speaking

The creature howls a wordless cry of outrage as you speak the incantation. She rushes towards you her cape falling to the ground as huge white wings unfurl from her back. She cross the ground between you with inhuman speed teeth bared and talon like nails gleaming in the fire light but she is already too late. You feel mystical energy rushing through you and reaching out towards the onrushing creature. You open your mouth but whether your intention is to command her or simply scream in terror you may never know. Whatever you intended iit dies unuttered as she falls upon you, swift and deadly as a striking eagle. There is a flash of pain, a sense of falling and then blackness.

You jolt back to full wakefulness just an instant later gasping for air more than a little surprised to be breathing at all. You are kneeling on the wet grass something warm and heavy laying across your back and a sharp metallic taste filling your mouth. You lick you lips tasting something warm rich and somehow familiar. For a blissful moment you dare to hope that you imagined the whole thing but behind you can hear the destruction you have unwittingly wrought. You can smell the smoke and feel the heat of the fires on your bare skin…

Wait, skin? What happened to your clothes?

You look down and scream in horror at what you see. Your body is not your own, instead of your skinny male form you find yourself looking down at the slim powerful body of the demon. You run a trembling hand over the tattooed skin not quite believing the evidence of your eyes. You shiver as your hand passes over the firm breast attached to your chest and again as you reach between your legs to confirm that you are indeed female now.

You stagger to your feet struggling to keep your balance against the pull of the heavy wings attached to your back. Your own body lays a short distance away in a slowly spreading pool of blood. Even just a brief look confirms that you, your body at least, are dead. Your head spins as you piece together what has happened. The demon has killed you but your spirit has somehow been transported into her body.

A shrill scream snaps your attention back to the world around you and you look back towards your village. The scene is even more horrifying viewed through the demon’s senses you can clearly hear the sobs and pleas of the survivors smell their fear and desperation. You weep sulfurous tears that burning smoking trails down your cheeks and curse yourself for having done this but at same time a savage joy twists inside you.

“No! No more” you command your high and clear as it rings across the valley “I won’t allow this. I command you to stop. I am your master and I say leave these people be.”

In the burning village dozens of beastial faces turn towards you. As horrible as being trapped in the body of a female demon is perhaps it will allow you to actually do some good

“Oh you thinks so do you Master” a mocking voice whispers at the back of your mind “You may have the upper hand for now but I am not done with you yet”

Your blood freezes in your veins as you realise you are not alone in this body. The demon’s spirit is in here with you and there is no telling what she might do next.