POV: Syreene
Location: Dovve, Dyonegar
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A storm of memories caught Syreene drenched with fear. As Narus fumbled for his glasses, Syreene continued to stretch the gap between them further. He looked up to her, and pleaded, "Syreene please, allow me explain." Cloaked behind the image of a holy man, set to sweep his congregation into the same fate as those innocent village people. The thought brought tears streaming down her cheeks, her body shirking back as Narus tried to confront her. His voice broke, calling out to her again, "Syreene… I'm sorry for what I… for what I'd—"
"—For what?" she cried. "Being a murderer? For betraying me? Maybe you're sorry for lying to me? I trusted you, Kess. I trusted you with everything. How… how could you?"
"You don't understand."
"I understand plenty. I know what you are! You may have fooled me when I was a kid, but that disguise won't work on me now. I am not going to fall prey to your demonic impulses aga—uugh—"
"Syreene!" He caught her, grabbing onto her shoulders.
A writhing pain struck the back of her head and crawled down the nape of her neck. This intense compression, so severe it bucked her knees weak. The faint whispering in her head detained her senses. A voice in her mind decoded her dilemma, and she drank its words in, coldly snatching herself away from Narus. The pressure perspired down her fore, her branching, pulsing veins rooting down her temples. Syreene's body tensed, fixed firmly on the offensive.
"It was you! You killed my parents, didn't you!" she cried.
Narus fell slack jawed. His tone deepened. "I would never—"
"—what, you couldn't take the burden of guilt, so you opted in raising me? Is that it?"
"Syreene, please…"
"Screw all of you narcissistic, demonic, flesh picking, pieces of shits! You'll pay for what you did!" Syreene tried to refute the mysterious voice now orchestrating her emotions and triggered a latent power into its simplest form. The mass protruding from her cervical column bubbled as her fingers dug into the parasite. A heat ran down her spine, as did a numbing pain through the tips of her extremities. There was a shift in disposition as it felt like Syreene was being transposed. "What's happening to me?" Her knees dropped, while the swelling inside took siege—ramming her head into the terrain, pooling her eyes black… This teeth-grinding pain snapped her resistance in two. And with a crackling splash, two throbbing muscular segmented appendages sprouted from her nape.
Thick, fleshy, bloody tendrils rooted up with great vehemence. Animated, they towered over her standing person near eight meters long and growing. Those menacing blackened eyes of hers looked over to Narus, her agony now suppressed with rewarding, overwhelming, powerful energy…