As Clarisse's prone form lay on the ground, a profound metamorphosis began to unfold. It was as if some unseen force was reshaping her very essence, infusing her with an otherworldly power. Her once-vibrant blue eyes underwent a startling transformation, the irises shifting to a deep, fiery crimson that seemed to burn with an inner intensity.
Her teeth, once ordinary, sharpened and elongated into points, revealing an unsettling and predatory aspect. The transformation was not limited to her physical features alone; it ran deeper, coursing through her veins. Her blood began to boil with an intensity that defied natural explanation, and an ominous aura enveloped her like an ethereal shroud.
This aura, dark and foreboding, pulsed with an energy that felt both ancient and overwhelming. It radiated power and determination, as if it were a force that could reshape the very fabric of reality itself. As Clarisse's metamorphosis continued, her form became a fusion of her own identity and something far more enigmatic—an embodiment of the memories and legacies that had come before her.
The image of the man in her mind grew clear and clearer and the name of the Blood Progenitor came to her mind.
The ground beneath her seemed to tremble with the weight of this transformation, and the air itself crackled with unrestrained energy.
With a deafening bang, Clarisse's body vanished from sight, and in an instant, she reappeared right before Valmoneth.
The wounds on her body pulsed with dark energy, and threads of crimson power extended from her injuries, weaving themselves into razor-sharp blades that shot toward Valmoneth from every conceivable direction. The onslaught was relentless, a tempest of vengeance-fueled fury.
Clarisse's crimson flames danced in a deadly ballet with Valmoneth's sinister firestorms. Sometimes, her flames would morph into water, then sharp rocks then blood-red lightning. It was Impossible to predict and it scared the demon even more.
Amidst the chaos, Clarisse was unwavering in her determination to protect the city. She maneuvered with precision, avoiding attacks that could potentially harm the already fragile cityscape.
In a moment of inspiration, Clarisse tapped into the depths of her power. With a swift and fluid motion, she summoned walls of blood crystals that erupted from the ground, encasing Valmoneth in a nightmarish prison of glistening scarlet. The demon found himself immobilized, unable to break free from the grasp of these otherworldly crystals.
Clarisse knew that this was her chance. She channeled the last reserves of her strength into a final, devastating attack, gathering crimson energy into her hands.
Her fist, a blazing mix of blood, water, fire, and crimson crystals, slammed into Valmoneth's head. An earth-shattering shockwave erupted, obliterating lamp posts.
Time seemed to hang by a thread as the collision neared. The world itself held its breath. And then, in an explosive burst, her fist connected. The impact was cataclysmic, a shockwave that shattered lamp posts into a thousand shimmering shards, casting them like meteorites across the battlefield.
The ground quaked, and the air trembled with the sheer power of her strike. Valmoneth reeled back, aghast, as the elemental onslaught ripped through him, leaving a trail of chaos and destruction. Clarisse's heart raced as she stood her ground, her moment of reckoning etched in the annals of epic battles.
Even so, Valmont still breathed.
Clarisse laid down on the ground without any strength, at the last moments she could swear to have heard her mothers voice before everything fades to black.
.....
Some time later, Clarisse woke up in her familiar bedroom. Rubbing her eyes, she noticed her mother, Hannah, engaged in conversation with a handsome young man—the very brother who was supposed to have joined the demon's side.
"Mom?" Clarisse's voice carried a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
Hannah turned quickly, her eyes widening in delight as she saw her daughter awake. She dashed to the bed and embraced Clarisse warmly. "Oh, dear, I'm so glad you're awake."
As they separated, Hannah's expression grew serious, and she gestured for Clarisse to sit beside her on the bed. "There's something important you need to know about our family," she began, her voice carrying a weight of significance. "It's about your grandfather."
Clarisse furrowed her brow, her curiosity piqued. "My grandfather? I never knew anything about him. Tell me, Mom."
Hannah nodded again, her eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions. "Your grandfather was not an ordinary man. He was known as the Blood Progenitor, a man of unimaginable power. He possessed the ability to assimilate every element in nature and manipulate matter seamlessly through his blood."
Clarisse's eyes widened in astonishment. "That sounds incredible, but why has you never mentioned him before?"
Hannah sighed, her gaze distant as if she were lost in memories. "It's because he's not of this universe, and in a way neither am I. This is something not even your father knew about me, but I was sent here by my dad to protect me from an enemy of his."
Clarisse couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and curiosity about her family's extraordinary lineage. "What happened to him, Mom? Do you know anything about his whereabouts or how to return?"
Hannah's expression turned somber. "I wish I knew it but don't. I prayed to me father you would never awaken this ability, but now that it has happened, there's one more thing you need to know."
Clarisse absorbed this information, her mind racing with questions. She glanced at her brother, who had been listening quietly and wearing a dry smile.
"Now that you have awakened to your true power, your mortal body has been totally rebuilt into an undying body. No being in this plane should prove a threat to your life, even if you can't beat them."
"Another thing to keep in mind is that we don't belong to this universe, and as such, the laws of this world are against us. Now that you have unleashed this power, it will seek your destruction, just as it does to me and your brother."