The moment I opened my eyes, I was faced with the most intense hunger I've ever felt. I cared little for my surroundings, and I tore through whatever was holding me. I clawed through solid earth, pipes, and eventually concrete. The smells that my nose picked up intensified this hunger to an extreme degree. I pinpointed the closest delectable morsel and, using the full might of my body, I thrusted myself in their direction.
They could barely react to my giant jaws completely devouring their upper body.
"OH THE HEAVENLY DELIGHT THAT IS HUMAN FLESH!! I'VE LONG FORGOTTEN ITS TASTE!" I blurted out in my excitement. Or was that me? Who am I? I took a brief look at my hands, and they weren't human. I had giant muscular arms covered in thin black fur. My hands were gigantic as well, and they were coupled with long, razor-sharp claws. What the hell is going on?! I couldn't believe my eyes. Why am I some monstrous beast? As if Fate was listening, a streak of light went across my mind, and it came with centuries of memories: culture, lovers, birthdays, wars, and death.
I nearly collapsed from such an information overload but I held on with sheer willpower. My name is Illyana Titania von Noctis, and I'm the sole survivor of the vampire race. My people, my home, my family, my friends, my loved ones, all MURDERED by these wretched humans! A boiling rage coursed through all three of my hearts and I entertained the idea of slaughtering every human I see.
But I decided against that rash idea and climbed onto the roof of a nearby building. I needed to process this situation. I have zero memory of who I was previously and I've transmigrated into this woman's body. As delightful as life after death sounds to others, I was looking forward to eternal nothingness.
A loud sigh exited my beastly body as I sat down. I should finish eating and then deliberate later. I believe a good meal aids in the thinking process. I jumped off the building I was sitting on top of and I was back on the main street. The lower legs of my first meal stood tall within a giant pool of blood.
I paid it no mind and sniffed the air. I could smell a number of humans grouped together. Jackpot.
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[Pastor Cullen POV]
"Amen." I said after finishing my opening prayer with my congregation. The citizens of Gotham need to have faith in the Lord to keep their heads up in this insane city.
Just as I was about to open my Bible, the front doors exploded off their hinges, sending everyone, including myself, into a fright. I took a glance at the door, expecting the Joker or Bane, but no…this thing was a DEMON!
Black skin, black fur, red eyes, enormous bat wings, large claws, and even larger teeth.
"DO NOT PANIC EVERYONE, THIS IS ONE OF SATAN'S SOLIDERS!" I yelled whilst pointing at the demon. I could see the fear leave my congregation's eyes.
The demon tilted its head before laughing. Before I knew it, the demon was standing in the middle of the church, and several people had already been bisected. I-I've never seen something move so fast in my life.
My dinner came up from my stomach and out of my mouth. I need to get out of here! I could hear the sounds of my congregation being slaughtered behind me as I ran. The sounds of their bones being crushed, their muscles being torn, their skin ripping.
"GOD, WHAT HAVE YOUR HUMBLE CHILDREN DONE TO FORSAKE YOU?! WHY MUST WE BE PUNISHED LIKE THIS?!" I screamed towards the sky. I quickly got into my car and started the engine. However, before I could drive off, the demon stood in front of my car.
It easily tore through the roof of my car and pulled me out. The smell of iron was heavy on its breath.
"You are pathetic. I thought pastors were supposed to protect the church?" The demon asked with a mocking laugh. I could barely form a coherent thought; I was staring death in the face.
But instead of dying, the demon set me down.
"Strip." The demon said flatly. It wants me to strip? Why? Does human meat taste better naked?
"Hurry up!" It snapped, and I quickly began taking off my suit. It stopped me before I could take off my boxers and socks.
"Now turn around." I did exactly what it said and turned around. I once again was expecting death, but all I heard was clothes being put on. I almost turned around, but my gut told me that would lead to death. So I waited.
"Alright, turn around." An English woman commanded me, where is the demon? I turned around, and a beautiful woman was wearing my suit. She had the palest skin I've ever seen, coupled with long black hair and these unnatural yet captivating crimson eyes. When she opened her mouth to speak again, I could see her elongated canine teeth as well. This woman is not human; she must be a demon.
"Okay. Step two, and I'll even allow you to choose." The woman said in a monotone, "Die right where you stand, or abandon your mortal life and become my eternal lap dog. You have 10 seconds to choose."
Fuck! Die right here or become a slave? If I wanted to die, I would've stayed in the damn church!
"I choose the second option!" I yelled and the woman gave me a small smile, "Good boy."
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[Illyana POV]
I dropped the pastor's body after draining him of his blood. From what I remember, it should take a few minutes for the resurrection to happen. While I waited for that to happen I decided to test out my powers.
First on the list is blood manipulation. I dragged the pastor's body as I walked towards the church again. I felt a thin connection with all of the blood on the floor. With some mental effort and mana, I was able to collect all of the blood into a giant ball.
I made swords, shields, guns, and animals out of the blood before I made it evaporate. Next on the list is-
Somebody is here. I looked directly at the mysterious assailant, and it seemed he knew his cover was blown as he emerged from the shadows.
I had to maintain my poker face, because I wasn't expecting Batman! It's a bit fucked that I can remember a comic book character over potential friends and family. But let's call it a blessing.
"And who might you be?" I asked with a small smile.
"I should be asking you the same thing." Bruce said flatly. I gave him an exaggerated bow, "My name is Illyana Titania von Noctis. Heiress of the Noctis Family."
"I've never heard of you or your family before. So why are you in Gotham slaughtering innocent people?" Bruce asked with a tinge of anger in his tone.
"You're a few hundred years too young to have heard of my family. And their lives were put to good use, believe me." I smiled, which only made Bruce angrier. He threw a punch at my head but it was blocked by the newly awakened pastor.
"I apologize for the delay, my lady." Cullen bowed deeply while holding Bruce's fist. Now that he is a vampire under me, I have full access to his memories and mind.
"Don't let it happen again. A good dog doesn't even need commands to do what it's told." Cullen only bowed further at my words, and his forehead touched the ground. Meanwhile, Bruce was also forced to his knees as he couldn't escape Cullen's grip.
"Now, I want you to rough him up a bit. Try your best not to kill him." I commanded, and Cullen immediately stood up and gut-checked Bruce.
"KAH!" The wind was knocked out of Bruce, but he stayed on his feet. He collided his fists together and electricity began coursing through his gloves. He threw a swift jab at Cullen who easily dodged. He then tried to roundhouse kick him but that failed as well.
After missing his kick he was grabbed by Cullen who threw him into the pews. He then straddled him and began punching his face over and over. After around a minute of punching I stopped him.
Bruce's face was disfigured and his breathing was slow and raspy. As much as I would love to watch Batman die, that usually doesn't fare well for the rest of the world.
"Strip him and leave him in front of Wayne Manor. After that, I'll instruct you on what to do next." I ordered and Cullen nodded.