“Well, it’s not the first time I’ve had kidney stones before… Of course, these will be a lot bigger, but at least I can use them to buy you furniture?” Michael started laughing hysterically, and felt terrified by the fact that there was even a possibility for him to get pregnant with a Human or Goblin somehow.
Sarah let out a sigh of relief and told him “I was just tryin ta fuck with you… I didn’t really mean to pick yes. I’m never havin’ kids, ever.”
He snickered, then quietly said “Well, you’re still young… really young. Actually, if you were Human, you would still be considered a child. Anyway, my point is that you’ll probably change your mind eventually. Hell, it’s not like I wanna be a father any time soon either, and while I may have had a few disturbing dreams about being a mother~… I think I’ll pass.”
The little girl rolled off his chest and plopped down onto the bloody floor, laying on her side and facing away from him. A skeleton suddenly appeared in front of her and she gently embraced its rib-cage, while whispering “Ya know, I’m not like that whiny little bitch upstairs… I don’t need you to sing me to sleep or do any ah that pussy-shit. Even if I’m passed out the next time ya get horny, just shove yer dick in my tail and satisfy yourself that way. Now get the fuck out and let me meditate in peace. I can’t concentrate when you’re here.”
Michael snickered as he ran his right hand through her slimy hair, then vanished into thin air. Sarah suddenly heard a hoarse cackling noise behind her, then a raspy voice asked “How does it feel to finally become a woman?”
She immediately replied “Stronger, and satisfied… for now. I’ve eaten too much though, so I really need ta shit. Also, I’m pretty sure I pissed myself like, seven times and now I’m lying in it. Maybe dirty is the best way to describe this feeling?”
Umbra chuckled, and then whispered “Don’t worry child, Mama will give you a little present.”
Suddenly, a message appeared: “You have received Body of Darkness Level 1: Completely breaks-down waste in the large intestines and bladder, transforming it into mana, which is used to satiate hunger. When Stamina becomes dangerously low, mana is consumed to slowly replenish it. The Aura stat determines the rate of decomposition.”
Another quickly popped up as well: “You have learned Devouring Shadow Level 1: The caster uses their aura to envelop organic material in Darkness mana and slowly consume it. Health and Stamina are replenished depending on the quality and quantity of ‘food’ that has been devoured. Can be used on living organisms that have less than ten percent of the caster’s Aura stat. Costs one mana per second. Speed of consumption is based on the Aura stat.”
Sarah grinned as she began using her newly acquired skill and slowly started ‘cleaning-up’ the mess that surrounded her body. However, the process was incredibly slow, so she was determined to raise the level as quickly as possible.
After Michael finished taking a ‘shower’ in the beam of blinding light, he was surprised at how all the blood, urine, gore and grime had been completely obliterated. He went up to his bedroom and said “Welp, time to masturbate… or not. Nah, I’ve fucked around for long enough. It’s time to finally do this shit!”
Pulling a brightly-glowing, tiny bead out of his inventory, he unhesitantly shoved it into his mouth and swallowed. Five seconds later, he receive a notification: “Congratulations on reaching Rank E; please choose your desired evolution.
“Human: Most people would not wish to change their race. By choosing this path, you will be given ten stat-points, which you can invest however you wish.
“Lesser Angel: There are many variations of the angelic race, and this is the weakest possible version, but if you continue to follow this path, you may one day become a mighty Seraphim. Appearance is similar to Humans, but with two large, dove-like wings that spread from behind their shoulder-blades. Weight will be reduced by seventy-percent from the original value. Aura +7, Agility +4, Charisma +3, Perception +2, Luck +1, Willpower +1, -1 Strength, -1 Vitality, -1 Endurance.
“Nephilim: When an Angel and a Human successfully produce an offspring, it will be something in-between. Appearance is nearly identical to Humans, under normal circumstances. They have a Racial Skill, which allows them to sprout large dove-like wings from behind their shoulder-blades. Physical stature will increase slightly. Aura +3, Strength +3, Vitality +3, Endurance +3, Perception +1, Charisma +1.”
He snickered, then muttered “Well, first of all… fuck humanity. Ain’t no way in hell I’m picking that. Plus, it even has the worst stat bonuses. Lesser Angel is meh, and even though I don’t really need to sleep… I definitely don’t wanna be in a situation, where I can’t even lay on my back without crushing my extremely fragile wings.”
Michael smirked as he made his decision, and said “Muhuahahaha! Finally! All those years when I still desperately believed that I could keep growing taller… I finally win! Hahahahaha, ow, ow, ah~! Ouch, ugh, ow, argh, ummm~, nope, ow, shit, fuck, cunt-bitch-whore-slut!”
As his bones, muscles, and skin began tearing apart, while rapidly expanding, he felt like lightning was running throughout his body. Immediately falling to the floor and spasming violently, he could only maintain consciousness for a few moments before his wisp was expelled from his forehead.
Unfortunately, just because he was ‘technically’ unconscious, it didn’t mean that his suffering would end. His pitch-black astral form was strangely being engulfed by a halo of white-light. It was oscillating around his orb-like figure, and making extraordinarily loud and high-pitched noises, as he continued to feel all the pain that his body was suffering from.
Michael screamed “Fuck~! Ow-ow-ow, ah! What the fucking fuck! Goddamn it! Argh, faster! Why can’t I make the fucking time go faster!?” Even if he could ‘tolerate’ the agony that he was experiencing, it didn’t mean that he could completely ignore it.
His telepathic voice reverberated in his mind as he continued to shout, yell and generally just make lots of noise. There wasn’t much else that he could do, as he ‘patiently’ waited for the transformation to slowly progress.
In the end, his height had only increased to six feet, and his overall musculature-structure appeared to remain the same. His weight had went from two-hundred pounds, all the way up to three hundred though.
Essentially, while his stature didn’t increase by an absurd degree, his body’s density did. When he opened his eyes, he noticed that his irises remained crimson.
While his Charisma changed, his facial structure and proportions stayed the same. Even his hair remained pitch-black, which made him feel a little strange.
Michael muttered “How the hell did my skin manage to get even paler? I feel like, I’m whiter than a human could possible become: Maybe I was originally part vampire? Hmm, my veins aren’t golden though. Well, whatever, at least I got taller and raised my stats by a decent amount. Oh hey, a new title…”
“The Heretic: Nephilim were once a proud race, born between the children of Lux and Humans. However, at some point, they became despised for their mixed heritage and hated by both Angels and Humans. Thus, one of the harshest crimes that a person can commit, is willingly becoming such an abomination. Another one of the worst sins, is when a person with the Light Affinity, fornicates with an agent of Darkness. For daring to defy the foolishness of mortals, you have been rewarded with one point of Wisdom.”
He also received two Racial Skills: “Lightening Level 1: Reduces the caster’s weight by 10%. Duration is dependent on the Agility stat. Costs ten mana to cast.
“Angelic Grace Level 1: The caster sprouts a pair of large, dove-like wings from behind their shoulder-blades. Duration is dependent on the Vitality stat. Defense Rating will be applied to the newly created limbs. Costs 10% of the caster’s maximum health. Once the spell ends, 5% of maximum health will be restored.”
The newly evolved Nephilim stretched his arms out wide and then looked down at his groin, while smirking. Michael muttered “Welp, it’s been at least six hours; guess it’s time to go see if worm-girl was really serious about her offer…”