The Goddess of Wrath

Everything hurt for a moment... then it was all okay.

My body, without having control, slowly lifted from the ground, as if something was picking up.

My feet slowly fell to the floor, and my shoes completely disappeared. I didn't have my long pants on, my tattered shirt was transforming thanks to the strands in my body, and my appearance was beginning to follow.

A slim, white dress appeared on my body, highlighted by two, bright-blue bows on my hips connected by a golden chain, which also outlined the edges of my clothing. A high collar appeared on an opened shirt, tied together with golden strands, and that White Diamond came from my left hand in the middle of my chest.

Those were the only changes that didn't hurt me in some way.

From the bottom up, my legs were layered in golden strands in various patterns that surely acted as armor. My dress was outlined in golden strands as well, and when the strands got to my left hand, I felt a ton of pain.

I tilted my head as if it was easier to deal with the pain and watched my hair fall forward.

The colors in my hair were plentiful, now with a bright pink and pitch-black color, the strands of hair I had were all mixed and wildly strewn about. Near the tips, a full, pink color encapsulated the previous blonde.

My teeth started hurting, and I was on my hands and knees dealing with the pain of my canine teeth extending by three inches. By the end of my transformation, I looked like a saber-tooth tiger, with teeth touching the bottom of my lip from the outside of my mouth.

The bottom canines grew as well, but not nearly as large. I could feel the sharp point against my lip and almost made myself bleed from it.

After that point, I felt my back tear itself open with strands pushing my bones and muscles aside, giving me wings. Unlike Illya's wings, made fully from strands, the strands decided to open up my back and use the ribs underneath my shoulder blades for support. I screamed as those bones were broken and unwillingly rearranged to be supports for wings.

Finally, two, long horns sprouted from the sides of my head, and markings that followed the same path the horns took formed on my face. My eyes were black and red, with purple strands outlining the inside of both of them, and my muscles were tingling.

I was wondering why Illya wasn't attacking me while I spent at least thirty seconds transforming... but she was paralyzed with fear, just staring at me as I changed.

"Shit." She mumbled.

Something churned my head and words appeared in my vision.

[SYSTEM MISSION: KILL TARGET]

It said.

I smiled, slowly pushing myself into a chaotic laugh as I fixated upon Illya.

I used my ability to push her close to me and cocked my arm back.

The muscles in my shoulder ripped and spurted with blood as my fist locked into Illya's face. I pushed the teeth out of her mouth, the eyes out of her head, and her skull forward from the top of her head.

A shockwave unleashed at our position that rattled my weak knees from the strength of the punch.

Illya was sent into the dome and malformed the shape to mimic her body shape.

Before she could react again, I pushed her into the ground and slid her face against the broken glass back to my position.

And I flipped the gravitational flip around us again.

We started to float toward the ceiling and our wings formed at the same time, floating in the air while staring at each other.

Without wasting time on a pointless conversation, we charged at each other feet first. We connected, bent our knees, and pushed each other off and as far away as possible.

Illya was launched toward the ground and I flipped gravity again, causing her to fall back in my direction.

With a simple flick of my wrist, I cut her in half by the right half of her body and flipped my body, slamming my heel into her jaw.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and I changed the way gravity moved once more, slamming her into the ground so hard that she bounced, coughed up blood, and the colors on her body started to flicker.

I landed on the ground, smashing it underneath me and healing my knees from the impact. I walked over to Illya with the itch getting worse in my head.

Flipping my saber, I charged in again.

Illya defused my attack, threw her saber past my head, and started to fist-fight me while I slashed at her with a saber.

Her golden eyes illuminated as she followed my saber specifically, and even blocked my punches from my offhand. She was ultimately focused and depended on the saber to come back toward me.

I feinted an attack with my saber, slammed my knee into her stomach, and jumped over her body, flipping my body upside down, catching her saber, and implanting it into her stomach before kicking out her knees and cutting off her legs.

The drool pooled on the floor and blood started to come out from my mouth as well as I bit my lip in anticipation of the next powerful strike.

Quickly regenerating, Illya ran at me again with two sabers, and it was an all-out onslaught of attacks I could barely keep up with. She wasn't joking around... that's just how I liked it!

I blocked, landed slashes in, and quickly tightened strands around my muscles to speed myself up.

Her attacks were wide and the length of her slashes was slowly extending over time as her sabers grew in size. I was using my offhand to wield Sky's Blade now, with a saber in my right hand, and slowly keeping up with Illya's speed. Sky's Blade easily ate the strands from her other saber, and I used that opportunity to duck under a strike from her, push her arm up with my gravity attack, and slam my elbow into the bottom half of her stomach.

She was pushed back a decent amount and Sky's Blade cut her throat as it returned to my hand from behind her.

I held both of my weapons tightly in my hand, and felt a tight grasp over my entire body.

"Your ability only works at long range. At close, you're as good as dead." She whispered. She held my body and directly attacked me with her strands, just as she did before. I didn't feel any pain... but I did feel something else.

Thirst.

I looked at her pale, wide-open neck in front of me, and pushed my jaw to the extensive limit that it was capable of, and sunk my fangs into her neck, ripping the flesh, blood, and arteries from her neck.