Rayne, a girl born into tragedy, is haunted by a traumatic past, burdened by the memories of killing her father and witnessing her mother's death. Bullied and isolated, she often struggles with self-doubt, thinking that she's better off dead than al...
I raced across the barren wasteland as lava geysers spurted out. Swerving around another deadly squirt, I squinted past the wall of steam. Only to be greeted by hordes of drooling monsters-demons. As in, full-on actual goblins that come in various shapes and sizes. Equipped with the usual discoloured skin and bloodshot eyes. The very definition of mutation gone horribly wrong.
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Those nasty warts and pimples made my stomach churned. This is why I hate wandering too far outside my home. Because unlike the gorgeous scenery of foxy beauties and handsome hunks, the treacherous world beyond Yggdrasil's borders was downright ugly. Every waking second tainted my eyes. If it wasn't for accompanying my partner, I would've long packaged and delivered her straight to my doorstep.
Do they not know about skincare? How do these goons even look in the mirror???
While complaining inwardly, the disfigured mob crowd swarmed in all directions, claws outstretched to rip me asunder.
Thump.
My tails bristled, nails scrunching into the earth. Pupils slitted dangerously as my ears flattened back. Subsequently, air pressure plummeted. Replaced by a droning hum. The spirits heeded my call and mana particles started amassing in torrents. Then came the blistering heat. It circulated throughout my meridians, eliciting a gush of joyful emotions that flushed my mind blank.
Magic seeped into my bones, helping to strengthen every fibrous tissue. A telltale spark tingled at my nether region as nails curved into claws. Even the stubby limbs that were once a source of embarrassment also became long and graceful. My body enlarged, approaching ever so closer to my original appearance. The coat of snow-white fur glistened with a brilliant lustre, alongside cunning amber eyes that glowed with the intensity of hellfire. I could feel it. I'm close. Really close to attaining nine tails. I just need a tad bit more-just a little push.
Smacking my lips with fervour, I bared my fangs. Glaring blue hues illuminated as spiritual energy gathered. It rapidly condensed into a vortex of searing heat. When the stinky demons were moments away from piling atop me, I spat out the fireball. It divided and swiftly encircled the hissing banshees in a fiery ring. Inferno danced around their prey, moments before the noose was tightened. Ravenous flames drilled through the monsters' bodies, setting them alight. Then came the blood-curdling yelps that transcended beyond the desolation-music to my ears.
Within the bonfire, sirens writhed and shrivelled for my pleasure. I was spectating the circus performance without a hint of remorse, wagging my tails at their demise. As the flames continued to consume, life essence poured into my veins. Irises contracted as they shifted to a fluorescent green colour. A thump. Then another. Blood pounded from the influx of euphoria. It's been SO long since I last had a sumptuous meal. And my god was it as delicious as I remembered.
