When a daemon is near death or in a state of intense distress. They lose control of their bodies anima. This causes anima to go berserk. Which causes their bodies to mutate and transform. Enemies would refer to this as the [Dread Form.] This form gives them a massive boost to all attributes.
This was something Efrita's mother had told her since she was born. None of the daemons she met could do this. This included her family. She fixed her eyes on her master as she lay inside the rock. His body transformed before her eyes.
It was too late for her to call and tell him she was okay. His connection with her had closed off. In his eyes now were his enemy.
(Efrita POV)
She embedded my body in the rocks. The bones in my legs had snapped and were visible from my thighs. I felt intense pain throughout my entire body. 'I think I damaged my spine. Fuck, it hurts so bad… I can't even open my mouth to speak to master.'
The aching that filled my body almost drove me to lose consciousness. I could only bite the flesh inside my lips to keep myself awake. My tired eyes could only watch my master transform into something strange in a blur.
His body grew to nearly 2.5 metres tall. His fingers transformed into large blades with eyes that blinked and moved as if they were alive. He leaned forward as his body gained muscles and bulk up. I saw spikes grow from his spine and shoulders.
A long tail over four metres grew from his lower back. His transformation coated it in black scales with sharp edges like blades.
"Urog Tar!" Vincent (Daemon) said in a loud shout toward the sky. He took a step forward, leaving a deep crater of molten dirt. His left arm swiped before him in a flash and tore one of the small wolves into pieces.
"Malag Tan Niir!"
I couldn't understand his words. He became covered in flames the moment he finished the second sentence, which exploded in a ten metre radius. 'Heh, that dumb wolf. She's going to get fucked by the master!' My body moved a little because of my excitement.
"Ah fuck, it hurts!" I said the bones in my leg became even more disjointed.
"!!!!"
The moment I spoke. His face turned towards me. My body felt an icy chill and shivered from the terror. I felt my entire existence surrender to him. He no longer looked like my Vincent and more like a creature of the abyss.
His four flaming eyes watched me before his enormous mouth opened.
"Otu Taal Efriita, D'Naat."
I watched as he lifted his arm and pointed toward me. A heavy anima that felt suffocating covered my body. 'Is darling going to dispose of me? Am I useless…' My eyes closed, expecting the worst. Yet the next moment, a tender and vigorous sensation filled me. It snapped my legs back into place with a gentle warmth.
'My pain is fading… I can feel my body is improving far beyond before!?'
I wanted to thank my darling but found my body was now enclosed inside a ruby red crystal like object. 'You're too overprotective!' My eyes were clearer than ever before I felt the deep wounds left from overusing my sin form were gone. It was like his gentle flame of life had ripped anything negative from my entire body.
"Hehe! He made my body to his liking."
The wolves had now recovered. The death of their family had caused them to feel deep rage. It seemed monsters that were part of the dungeon could resist his strong coercion. Agora howled towards him with a fierce anger. She dropped her body, ready to pounce on him.
Vincent still watched over me as if waiting. The moment all my bones healed, he turned back to the wolves. It was like my wellbeing was more important than his wrath.
Agora dived towards his neck, her fangs sharper than steel, attempted to grip onto his jugular. Her body flew in the air as the daemon kicked out. His feet were now protected by black armoured scales. He then smashed his foot into her ribs. The crack reverberated even here, several dozen metres away.
"Yelp!"
The wolf, Agora, let out a deafening howl. Her body rolled countless times in the dirt and rocks. She crushed the tree's that slammed into her as they became sawdust. Agora once again stood up with a light shake. Her weak legs were no longer as powerful.
'Go darling! This woman bothered me for decades!' I thought in my heart. No matter what form he takes, he's my master. I now know his blood is pure. At least our children will be powerful! 'No wonder my mother wished she was younger after hearing the prophecy…'
I watched the young wolves dive towards Vincent, trying to stop him. The blades on his hands moved in different directions as they sliced the wolves into minced meat. 'I wonder if we should eat burgers tonight?'
"Efriita? Wharta Zumei?"
A flash of anima burst from his body moments later, a massive explosion happened. The impact of the blast caused the ruby crystal protecting me to crack. I could see in the distance the wolves, tree's and hills became dust.
Vincent, now with two horns, fell to the ground naked. The blood from Agora's organs staining his mouth.
I felt a tinge of fear seeing the huge grin upon his face as he slept like a baby in the centre of desolation he had caused. The prophecy's words became more clear.
The daemons had chosen to no longer use the dungeons to conquer worlds. Although dungeons could take over worlds quickly. It would fill the creatures that lived on the planet with hatred towards the daemons. daemons couldn't sustain long wars because of this.
They needed a new tactic to face their new enemy. The Daemons panicked after the failure on the blue planet. Now they would send all young daemons with pure blood to a lesser planet and wait for them to conquer the planet and call forth their brethren.
The enemy was a race that could usurp the control of the dungeon or change it to benefit non-daemon races. We named them the celestials.
Vincent was part of a prophecy made by the neutral faction. They had sought to find peace with other races after aeons of living in different worlds. Many daemons had become accustomed to the different races and their culture. They no longer wished to follow the old ways. They contacted the parents of Vincent to ask them to send him to Neduria.
The other Daemon Princes target was the planet Neduira. His first task would remove the fog blocking off the world in a year. This gave Vincent only a little time to improve himself.
'You are a horrifying existence… I am honoured to be at your service. Daemon Prince.'
I watched the crystal shatter and walked towards Vincent. My mind had recovered the clarity I had lost since being summoned. I stroked his soft hair while placing a robe to cover his body. 'I wanted to look more…'
"I got too used to your kindness. My place is not like your woman. The role given to me is your knight. I am happy if you can offer me just a small portion of your grand affection."
My body bowed down to the sleeping prince as I gently placed my lips in his hand. A small black flame tattoo embedded itself onto the dorsal side of his left hand. 'Silvaria needs to remember, too. She is supposed to be his Bishop.'
A large horned tattoo of a flaming beast burned into Efrita's back with arms spread like it was embracing her. This was the emblem of the Daemon Prince Vincent.
"It feels amazing to be marked by darling permanently. I cannot wait to show off to Silvaria. Tehe!"