Writhing on the ground against the demonic armor, it took all of Marianne's willpower to resist against it. Her struggle made more difficult by the tightness in her chest as she felt its darkness clutch at what she was sure was her soul. As her body was coated with its black scales, violating her as it clung tightly to her skin, her chest heaved and strained as she drew ragged gasps for air. She was almost hyperventilating as she was quickly being overwhelmed by whatever demonic force gave the armor power and form. An unseen weight crushing her and suffocating her very essence as her skin crawled and tingled. Marianne could almost detect a lecherous intent within the armor as the scales then receded and reformed themselves to match her current attire and armor. Though, giving it a blacker color and thicker plating. Her heart and mind still fighting against obscene urges that she had never felt before, Marianne's eyes were shut tight as she let out a pathetic whimpering. Its voice echoing within the recesses of her head as it spoke, resonating within her to a disturbing tone. The grand Heiress to her family name reduced to nothing but this.
Unheard to anyone else but her, small voices whispered to her sweetly, offering temptations. Sweet, but empty promises of great strength easily given and not to be hard-earned. One of the few areas she desperately lacked in as far as her prowess as a warrior was concerned. One of her deepest desires, a goal she had hoped to attain one day among other things. Eyes snapping open, Marianne realized she was panting heavily as she stared at the ground. On all fours, she examined the dark brick underneath as her breath slowly steadied. Her body was becoming accustomed to 'wearing' whatever it was that clung to her skin, or was she the one being 'worn'? As the sickly and revolting sensations gradually ebbed and faded, her breath came easily to her all of a sudden. In place of all of her feelings of fear and dread, she felt...
Free..Liberated...Blinking through the thin sheen of sweat that she had broken out in, she lifted a gauntlet-sheathed hand and examined herself.
Turning her hand over to examine her clawed fingers and palm, wisps of black smoke emanating from her newly transformed self she took a moment to relish and even enjoy the new feelings that flooded through her veins.
Power..Strength...She felt that what the sweet voices were uttering to her ears and to her ears alone spoke of the truth.
Clutching her fist tightly, she lifted herself to kneel.
Eying a spot on the ground, she decided to test her new gifts.
And with a sudden slam of her balled fist, she punched straight into the ground and buried it deep.
Shattering the rock as the earth itself cracked under her new might.
Removing her hand from the ground with a jerk, she watched as the rubble fell off of her gauntlet as if she had merely punched at a dirt clod.
Mesmerized and in awe, she wondered if this must've been how the other Sult girl felt at all times.
And yet it seemed to be wasted so on the imposter.
Her eyes locking on her semi-naked form, an emotion displayed within her that was indecipherable.
All of this...was quite nice.
With this, she possibly rivaled even the Immortal Knight.
But it was not her's to take ownership of.
Nor did she want for it.
Gritting her teeth, Marianne's rage quickly flared as she clutched at the top edge of her new breastplate.
"No."Marianne said with heat and finality.
"No such contract has been made, demon."She despised such an idea.
The idea of just easily and simply taking a power that wasn't yours and claiming it for yourself.
A power that you did not work hard for.
A power you did not earn.
A power granted by an outside source.
A power given to you.
How
dare such a dark creature assume lesser of Marianne, to think that someone of her pride and bearing would accept such a lowly present. Marianne's strength was her own, and no one could ever take that from her, no matter how little some may think of her strength. How
dare it make a mockery and a fool of her, Marianne V. Delacroix? As tempting as it seemed, Marianne thought better. Using the armor's granted strength against it, combined with her own fiery rage, Marianne started to grip the breastplate as hard as she could. Nearly crumpling it as her long black hair began to levitate, crackling with her lightning mana.
"If you believe that someone of my stature would require such a craven tool such as yourself, then you are sadly mistaken, demon. If you do not remove yourself from my body, then I will forcibly remove you myself and destroy you with all that I have."Turning to Fanily, she gave her warning once and only once.
"Captain. I would advise you and my fellow Iron Roses distance themselves from me."Marianne speaking as if she struggled to restrain her ire as her body began to angrily crackle with arcs of electricity.
Her mana demanding the demonic equipment dismiss itself at once.
She spoke as if she would use her mana to self-destruct.
All the while gripping at the armor with both of her hands and digging her fingers into the crevices of the metal as she attempted to pry and rip the plates off. Not entirely sure if her mana surging would be counter-intuitive to her aims.
She was practically growling as her expression twisted into one of intense and deep-rooted hatred.
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