"I know many things." She said it with serene calmness, not bothered that I was calling into question if she knew anything else.
"Okay, so what's a Void Crystal?"
"A receptacle of Mana. It is the Word crystallized into the physical."
"Word? Which word?"
"All Words. The Words that Build. That Create." She sketched in the air before her and the same jagged S that was burned into my chest appeared.
The arrows reminded me of Cuneiform writing. "You have been gifted with the Word of Lightning. Its Glyph is branded into your chest."
I glanced down at my chest. "Oh, it's a lightning bolt. That makes more sense than an S."
"With it you can create," she said.
"Create what, Soul..." I frowned. "Soul. That's a weird thing to call you. Do you have another name?"
"I am the Soul," she repeated. "The Soul of the Word. Of the Void Crystal. I am your servant to guide you. Communicate with you. To teach you how to master and control your dungeon so that you may protect me and find your destiny."
"Which is?"
She gave another helpless shrug. "Now, Leo, picture her. Focus on your lightning and her."
"Her?"
"Yes, her," the Soul said. "You know who she is. Summon her from your thoughts."
I closed my eyes and the only thing that popped into my head was what I had been looking at right before the lightning bolt hit. Lana Fulmine. I pictured that Italian movie star lying on her back on the couch, her breasts out, that flirty smile on her face.
The glyph, burned into my chest, tingled. A rush of energy flowed into me. The Void Crystal rang like a bell. It echoed around me. Then the power surged out of me, gripping the image I had conjured of the sexy movie star.
Lightning crackled before me. A feminine voice moaned. I heard the rustle of what sounded like wings. I opened my eyes and Lana Fulmine's face stared back at me. That same flirty smile. The delicate cheekbones and dainty nose. Those plump lips and those naughty, bedroom eyes. The ones that stole your soul when she looked at you.
But her hair wasn't black at all. It was golden. It almost glowed as it spilled down around to her naked shoulders. Her skin wasn't that Mediterranean tan, either, it was silver. Almost reflective, but still very much skin. She lifted a hand and flexed her fingers, delight shining in her eyes.
"Damn," I groaned as I stared at her round breasts. Those were the same tits from the picture.
This strange, silver-skinned version of the movie star stood naked before me. My eyes traveled down her body. She had Lana Fulmine's toned stomach and curving hips. Her gorgeous thighs were so beautiful. She had a shaved pubic mound, the start of her tight slit peeking out before it vanished between her thighs.
Then wings fluttered. I groaned to see that Lana had crackling wings of lightning that spread out from her back. They were like a bat's wings, but instead of extended distal bones connected by thin skin, she had crackling bolts of lightning and a shimmering membrane of sparkling energy.
"This is incredible," Lana said. Her voice was the same sultry purr of the movie star.
"Yeah," I croaked. I had made this inhuman version of the movie star. "What are you?"
"I'm Lana Fulmine," she said. "But surely you must know that. You must be such a fan to draw me here and give me this new flesh. Mmm, I'm a lightning spirit now. That is so interesting. This is so much better than filming another boring superhero film."
I gaped. "You're really Lana Fulmine?"
"Well, that's who you thought of," she said like it was so clear. "God, I was just about to have some boring lunch with this fat producer. He'd totally try to grope me, and I have to put up with it to get the part but now..."
She slid her arms around me. She pressed her breasts into my chest. I felt the tingle of electricity coming off of her. "Now I have my number one fan to thank for transforming me."
"Number one fan." I was so off-balance. That this was happening. Lana Fulmine, turned into some sexy monster girl, had her round tits against me. My dick was poking her in the stomach.
"Why else would you choose me?" she asked. "That you would bring me here. It's so flattering." Her hands cupped my face as she lifted her head up. Her eyes were this intense blue now. They were entrancing.
I licked my lips. Lana Fulmine was in my arms. The hottest girl in Hollywood. Her nipples poked into my chest. Her breasts were so soft while this tingle raced through my body from the electric aura about her.
"So shy," she purred. "Aren't you a man?"
"A man?" I asked, confused.
"A man takes." Her fingers stroked my cheeks. Her plump lips pursed.