Swapped vampireverse

Eliru

She didn't feel anything as she saw everyone ready to fight her highest in command and Encre having a bit of Malcros blood on his pant legs.

"Hold him off for as long as you can," Fallacy ordered.

"Got it," Jako yelled as he blocked Malrco's attack the devil seemed more agitated than before. Fallacy sighed. All she had to do was get ready to stop existing honestly she wasn't afraid. She longed for death partly due to postpartum depression and partly due to her own fucked up mental health but if she got to make her death forgettable but meaningful that would be all she would ask for. She looked at her spirits.

"Do you know how to turn into the form of your soul?" Fallacy asked as they looked at her horrified at the mere notion.

"No," they all told her had once. She knew it wasn't from a lack of knowledge but from a lack of want to tell her.

"I know I give up my ability to have an afterlife but honestly I don't care," Fallacy snapped at them. They looked at her with mixed emotions. She sighed when they left her. Summoning her soul she had to try something. Maybe death nope she wouldn't test things without being sure. Then she remembered the blood moon festival. She summoned her spirit but if that was outside of her body and not instead. Oh, what the hell it couldn't hurt to try. She tried and failed. One of her monkeys came running to her she remembered it it was the same monkey she sent to make Encre's stepmother suffer. It whispered in her ear and answered her question. Apparently, Encre's stepmother had brought forth her soul as her body to keep on looking young way past her prime. Sacrificing an afterlife for beauty. Fallacy thought so. The monkey taught Fallacy what to do and Fallacy did it. Summoning her soul and forcing it to turn inside out in front of her eyes. It allowed natural mana to course through her bones and that fucking hurt. She Felt nothing emotional when she morphed growing taller and gaining 4 extra arms. 2 extra eyes. She towered over the rest a crown laying flatly against her head and a dress. It went just below her hip before splitting into a front and back piece Her legs were exposed and her feet planted firmly in the ground. A piece of fabric covered the place her arms connected to her body. The white fabric is a stark contrast to her bone as she towered over everyone. The moon above them seemingly shone brighter than ever over them all. 11 people were summoned to the chaos. All of them had already been told what to do. Protect fallacy as she weaved. While they barely had an idea of what was happening they joined the battle head-on. Ron and Simon Joined The top hunters and Encre with keeping Malcro back while others went for support as Fallacy Started weaving. Her 6 arms working fast and her strings moving faster than any other. Her strings intertwined gracefully as the enormous fabric was slowly but surely being made. Malcro who had been more or less preoccupied with the enemies in front of him felt his sister's presence or the start of it. He looked at Fallacy and Smirked. Oh, how she was doing herself no favours only becoming more enticing. 7 different people were filled with rage at the lustful eyes he had planted on their fallacy. Malcro knew what fallacy was doing he had to stop her but he knew he had time plenty of it or so he thought until he saw fallacy work faster. Now that she had somewhat gotten used to the extra 4 arms she could actually work. Malcro was burning up with the fires from hell Diaran went down and sent her own fires to try and combat his. A phoenix against the ruler of hell. Fallacy saw it out of 2 of her eyes as she kept one working. Even more when the phonix increased the heat slowly fell to the ground as the magic slowly depleted from it. Malcro smiled as he shot forward grabbing the neck of the bird who only let out a screech in pain.

"Save her," Fallacy ordered Weaping angels crawled out of the ground as Malcros tightened his grip around the throat of the bird only for Diaran's flesh and feathers to come out between his fingers as her throat was crushed in his hand killing her. Fallacy's eyes widened and she nearly stopped seeing that. She may not have too many emotions available before but now it took over her. Diaran despite being a bird was one of the strongest fucking things in their world and she just died. Gritting her teeth she took in way more mana from around her. She was effectively poisoning herself but it allowed her to utilise her full potential. Falling back and giving in to the poison she could warp the natural mana. Slicing at Malcro effectively beheading him as rage fueled her every movement. Still not stopping her weaving but her own blood spilling and dyeing the strings a crimson red. It wouldn't matter as only the pattern mattered as Malcro healed looking around trying to find out what the hell just happened. People kept on attacking as weeping angels surrounded Fallacy and her fabric in a protective manner. She worked faster but turned to him keeping 2 eyes on the fabric and 2 looking straight at Malcro with hatred and sorrow. Diaran was her only friend at Encre's castle with everyone hating her and a lot of them straight up trying to kill her. He effectively killed the only thing Fallacy had left to hold dear the only creature Fallacy would trust.