Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160903202816/@comment-28144855-20161012170740

"Me?" I say overhearing Isaac ask who I am. "I'm sure we met earlier... Hint, Bringer of death, destroyer of worlds and wrecker of your shit." I exclaim overdrammatically as I wink to the Whiz. 'Let's see if her memory works.' I laugh internally as I cross my arms over my chest.

Meanwhile as Devon contienued to power up I watched with horror, clutching my head with both hands and repeating the mantra "Please don't be permanent, please don't be permanent..."

Her body grew in height from her 130 cm to a whopping 165 (for a Devil), her muscle mass increased as well, retaining a bit of feminine grace yet buffed, six pack and all. Her tail get longer and thicker, the spade end getting harder than Starmetal and jagged on edges. But the biggest change was her face! Once a pretty, late teen cutie face was now contorted in a demonic frown, her red irises disappeared, leaving only the black sclera like two pools of endless void and her fangs extended drastically, same as her claws and tallons. Dark purple aura flickered around her, like a raging inferno ready to claim her, her energy level skyrocketed!

Once the transformation ended where once a cute girl stood was now a fierce Devil, ready for combat. I watched her, close of fainting of despair. "M-my cute Devon..." I whispered "...since when?" I pondered.

Anya just watched, her jaw commically dropped, her eyes boulging out of their sockets. For the first time, the Emmerian scientist was left speechless.

Langwidere watched, slightly worried and called for her 'sister' "Devon, you still in there?" she tried. Few seconds passed, they looked like centuries when suddenly, the Devil responded with an awkward grin, due to her long fangs,

"Yup, still the same old me." she giggled, at least her sweet voice remained unchanged.

She assumed an advanced battle stance, leaving no openings, "Let's get them sis." she said to Langwidere.