Chapter 5: The demoness and the spy

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Celianne seemed excited. Yet Fiasca doubted she was psychologically prepared for what lay ahead.

"Well, it's decided. I'm going to make you...a demon blood mage!"

"I...What?" the girl gasped.

Fiasca gave an amused laugh and activated the two objects, which disappeared instantly.

RACE CHANGE ACCEPTED: HUMAN-DEMON

NEW CLASS: BLOOD MAGE

UPGRADE TO LEVEL: 100

Celianne's sexy body lit up.

"Here we go," Fiasca said sadistically.

First, the girl's whole sexy body began to tremble. She screamed in pain as chitinous growths began to protrude from her head. Her whole body expanded, muscles sprouting where there were none, her slender frame gradually giving way to a powerful, athletic figure.

"Hgnnnn...", Celianne let out little cries and grunts, a mixture of pain and no doubt nascent pleasure in reaction to her transformation. Her skin went from a pleasant light tan to a mixture of gray and green, then covered entirely in indecipherable tattoos.

Her beautiful eyes turned a gleaming yellow, while her silky black hair grew further down her back.

Celianne was struck by the knowledge of demons: their existence, their being, their customs and everything related to their race. Before her were images of mutilation, war, barbarism, malice, mischief, pent-up hatred, but also feelings of power, conquest and domination.

The young woman's face twitched, and her amused smile turned almost immediately sadistic and frightening.

Then her outfit metamorphosed. Her short white top, which concealed only her expanding breasts, vanished, as did her fashionable blue pants. In their place, blood-red straps wrapped around her breasts and crotch. Armbands of the same color were attached to her forearms, while her hands also underwent the transformation, lengthening into powerful claws with black nails...

From her flat, toned belly emerged three pairs of perfectly shaped abs, and her hips blossomed as her buttocks swelled, giving her figure a more pronounced hourglass appearance.

Fiasca revelled in the spectacle; she could see Celiane's karma points melting away into the negative, as befits a creature of the underworld. From that moment on, the moral and ethical restrictions of the young woman (who was no longer one at this point) had completely disappeared...She was free of the shackles, doubts, fears and ridiculous limitations that were preventing her from fulfilling herself.

"OH YEAH!" she screamed.

But the transformation didn't stop there. The considerable knowledge of blood magic was imprinted forever on her mind, that of a great master of the art, making her an even more powerful and fearsome being. The newborn demoness was lifted into the air, wisps of red smoke swirling in all directions, symbolizing the knowledge and power of blood magic. Then the smoke immediately penetrated Celiane's mouth, eyes and crotch, and she let out a muffled howl of pleasure.

"Yes....Power...power! Feed me!" She screamed in ecstasy, completely contaminated by the evil energy reforging her and the vile nature of the blood magic corrupting her mind.

The red smoke solidified, forming a kind of bloody dome around the demoness. Then, as if from a cocoon, the dome gently settled to the ground and the new Celianne emerged.

NAME: Celianne Dastan

RACE: Demon

ALIGNMENT: Evil

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