Chapter 17 What have I become?

With a deafening snap, the corpse opened its eyes. They were empty, devoid of any spark of life, but filled with relentless purpose. The inert body, now reanimated, moved with supernatural speed. Before Celine could react, it grabbed her jaw.

The undead's grip was strong enough to make Celine shudder. She tried to break free, but the hand holding her jaw was like an iron vise. Fear filled her eyes, an emotion she hadn't felt in a long time.

With a rough and cruel move, the corpse ripped Celine's jaw off. The sound of bones cracking and flesh tearing filled the alley. Celine tried to scream, but the sound died in her throat, replaced by a horrible gurgle of blood and saliva.

The creature that was once a man let go of Celine's dislocated jaw, dropping it onto the alley's damp floor. Celine staggered back, holding her mutilated face. Blood gushed from where her jaw used to be, staining the floor red.

The corpse, now standing, observed Celine with those empty, lifeless eyes. It showed no emotion, no pleasure in its revenge. It simply stood there, unmoving, a monster created by Celine's monstrosity.

Even with the pain and shock, Celine tried to back away. But her strength was rapidly depleting, her life draining into the dirty alley. She fell to her knees, her hand still pressed against her mutilated face.

And so, the predator became the prey, a cruel twist of fate. And as Celine collapsed onto the ground, the corpse watched her, a silent shadow in the alley's darkness.

The corpse's empty eyes, which once seemed expressionless, were now turning deep black. The pupils, which had been empty, were now tinged with intense, fierce red. Black veins spread like branches of a tree around the eyes, creating a terrifying contrast with the corpse's pale skin.

Celine, despite her pain and shock, couldn't help but look into those eyes. She felt a chill of fear run down her spine as she watched the transformation. Those eyes were no longer human, they belonged to a creature of darkness, a being that now surpassed her in monstrosity.

With a supernatural leap, the being scaled the side of the building, moving with frightening agility. Celine, still on the ground, watched in horror as the creature disappeared into the night's darkness. The pain of her mutilation was temporarily forgotten in the face of the monstrosity she had just witnessed.

The moment the corpse withdrew, Celine crawled to where her jaw lay, dislocated and discarded on the ground like a forgotten object. The question lingered in the air, frozen by shock: what had she faced? Logic indicated that death should have been her inevitable fate when confronting that creature, but for some unknown reason, the corpse had fled, leaving her alone and confused amidst the chaos.

Holding her dislocated jaw with a trembling hand, she found herself questioning whether the Ghoul regeneration she possessed would be enough to restore the damage. The doubt was as sharp as the fear, cutting deep into her confidence.

A sound echoed through the alley, shattering the quietude of the moment. The shrill sound of heels against the pavement made her spin, her eyes wide with surprise. The figure that emerged from the shadows was a splendid woman, with long albino hair that fell like a veil over a pair of intense red eyes. She wore a black dress, a dark silhouette against the pale light of the lampposts.

Ignoring Celine's presence, the woman brought a cell phone to her ear, her voice sounding smooth and calm in the quiet of the alley. "Mr. Jorge? I am here to bring the news that Eugênio will not be able to attend work. He had to make an unexpected trip. He asked me to thank you for your understanding. Who am I? Ah, I'm his girlfriend. Thank you, bye."

Evangeline, ended the call without giving any attention to Celine's presence, already dialing another number on her device.

Evangeline pressed the phone against her ear, her gaze fixed on Celine. She didn't seem surprised or concerned about the bloody scene in front of her. In fact, she seemed almost bored.

"Seraphina, it's Evangeline," she began, her voice as calm as if she were discussing the weather. "The subject has changed location. It appears that she has transformed into some kind of ghoul that I've never seen before."

Evangeline, with determination in her eyes, addressed Seraphina on the phone, speaking with a serene voice, but full of intensity, 'I will go after him. send someone to come pick this woman up. When she was fighting against the subject, I saw something... something very interesting. I think we can use this to our advantage.' The conviction in her voice was undeniable.

With calculated and unhurried steps, Evangeline approached Celine. Her cold and pitiless gaze met Celine's. Suddenly, she stepped on Celine's legs with brutal force, breaking them. Celine felt excruciating pain, and the horrible realization that her legs were broken to prevent her from walking hit her like a violent wave.

'Don't look at me like that.' Evangeline's voice boomed in the silence that followed, the calmness sending an even greater chill down the spine. As she said this, Evangeline broke Celine's arms with a frightening ease. The poor woman was now completely incapacitated, with no possibility of escape.

Evangeline leaned forward, bringing her face close to Celine's. Her red eyes glowed in the dark, reflecting Celine's desperation. A cold, dry laugh echoed in the silent alley.

"Don't take it to heart, dear." Evangeline's voice was cold and emotionless. "After all, your heart is as still as mine."

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The corpse, now a creature with red eyes and black veins, moved with inhuman speed and agility through the city roofs. Its body, although lifeless, was full of relentless purpose.

The corpse's destination was an imposing building in the city center, a glass and steel structure that rose above all others. The bright city lights reflected on its surface, creating a shimmering glow that could be seen miles away. This was its direction, its only mission.

A ravenous hunger... an unbearable hunger, as if every cell in my body was clamoring for sustenance. Am I running? I feel the breeze caressing my face, the distant sound of my feet pounding against the asphalt. What is this smell? It's intoxicating, as if it's awakening my senses from a deep slumber. I'm emerging from a haze, my consciousness slowly unraveling from a grip of confusion. Did I jump? I remember a sensation of falling, but it's all so vague.

Now, I realize I'm holding onto something... something cold and hard. When the blurred vision finally clears, I'm greeted by the surreal sight of my own reflection. A man with short, tousled hair, pale skin almost glowing under the moonlight, eyes as dark as the deepest night, with burning red pupils. There are black veins spreading around my eyes, like branches of a dark tree, starkly contrasting against the whiteness of my skin.

My once-intact t-shirt is now torn and hanging in tatters. My fingers, dug into the building's glass, seem to possess strength beyond the natural, the knuckles white with tension. I can't fathom why, but the smell emanating from inside the building is irresistible, an aroma so incredibly delicious that it feels like it's feeding my hunger, guiding my senses, pulling me closer, closer...

Looking at my reflection, my ocular powers activated.

{Name: Eugenio

Age: 20 years old

Race: Human/Ghoul Cannibal

Race Description: a creature of a never-before-seen kind. On one hand, he's entirely human, with all the physical and mental characteristics that define our species. But he's also a Ghoul, a fearsome supernatural being. However, he's not an ordinary Ghoul. He's endowed with haunting strength, a vigor that surpasses any known Ghoul. His speed is unmatched, making him a formidable adversary.

Evolution Routes:

Human Route -

//Superior Human//

//Holy Human//

//Chaos Human//

Ghoul Route -

//Devouring Ghoul//

//Inferior Vampire//

//Spectral Ghoul//

//Shadow Ghoul//

Current Thoughts: "What the hell have I become?"}