Lucian stood alone in the quiet arena, frozen in time. His body still looked the same as only his horns changed, now thicker and close to a metre as they curved backwards.
The black scales that covered his eye like a triangular visor looked awesome when he checked his reflection in the marble wall.
'I look like some badass demon, ready to murder some fools.'
[Host are you there? Can you respond?]
Lucian thought the voice was different. Not that fierce woman or his sister. He stopped looking for changes in himself and examined this weird new system that devoured his old system.
'Who are you? Where is my sister?'
[Greetings, I am your dedicated support Angel, Lanza!]
Her voice was pleasant, like a bird's chirp. He loved her voice. He envisioned her looks from the way she spoke and her accent.
She reminded him of eastern European girls who spoke fluent English but with a hint of their country's accent.
'Tainting her to cry in pleasure would definitely be delightful.'