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It ended in the most unexpected way. The good were supposed to win, right? That’s how all the stories end—with the bad losing. But as the last living human was brought to his knees, the field before him was in disarray. Blood stained the very earth, and bodies in various states of decomposition were littered about. A few severed limbs could be seen in his field of vision.
His mind was somewhere else as he suddenly felt a burning sensation on his abdomen. He looked down and gasped! A large black spot was slowly spreading, and a vein glowed a fluorescent purple. He heard the haunting whispers that accompanied the demons whose presence was getting closer and closer. The heavy steps seemed to echo in his head. He gritted his teeth as the demonic corruption became more and more noticeable, and the pain became more prominent. As the demons were closing in, his mind wandered to thoughts of his deceased friends.
He remembered their outgoing voices and positive outlooks. He swallowed harshly as he felt regret wash over him. Why did he insist on joining the army? Why did he choose this? Knowing that his friends would choose to follow him regardless of what they truly wanted, it was all his fault, and he… he could not even apologize because they were dead, dead, dead, dead! All because of him. He clenched his fists and stared at the ground.
His eyes widened; his hands had glowing veins, and his nails were thick, curved claws. Was he not dying? Everyone who got infected dies, unless this is what happens before death. He felt a sharp pain deep in his bones. He clenched his fists, and his arm snapped! The sound echoed in the silence of the field. He screamed in pain as more and more bones snapped, rearranging themselves into a more animalistic form. He screamed himself hoarse until all he could do was lie in a puddle of exhaustion and silently suffer as his body morphed into inhuman proportions.
He felt the stares of thousands of demonic creatures, standing still and waiting for something. His eyes dropped as he felt like he could pass out from exhaustion if only the pain lessened, burning and constant. He couldn’t think properly, and his mind was slowly being consumed by the demonic corruption; he felt it burrow into his soul, making itself at home there as the world blurred around him. The pain stopped suddenly, and all that remained was a deep ache. He relaxed as he promptly passed out.
He awoke to the sensation of being petted; he yawned and looked around. The world looked odd; everything was black, but living things glowed brightly. He could not make out details, but living things were a blur of pure white, glowing and ethereal, as he observed his new surroundings in confusion. His ears perked up when he heard a noise from behind the wall. A door creaked open, and he saw a being of pure glowing purple. He stood up and mentally gasped when he realized he was on all fours. He looked up and saw a more feminine figure glowing red.
“Do you realize what happened… my pet?” a feminine voice said with a smirk.
The human was permanently changed, and a female-shaped demon smirked at their newly turned pet. The once-human was now a creature who possessed a tall, slender, canine-like body with black-scaled skin and a wild mane of red hair, along with large, slitted eyes and an almost half-human, muzzle-like nose. He had truly turned into an uncanny creature, with legs too long and an almost human-looking face. The woman-shaped demon hummed to itself.
“You need a name, hmmm, how about your human-given name? Luke? No, no, that’s too human. You need a name that is not human,” a smile crawled across its face; it was wide and showed off all its inhuman glory.
“Helel.”