114 retribution 1 (1/2)
Alex fears turn to be unfounded when Tiffania body starts to react to the venom. The heavily bleeding wounds stop pouring out their life-giving liquids ahs the large gash start to knits itself back once the sword taken out.
Seeing that he had a little time before the real start change, he starts to clean. The bodies were absorbed into his storage. The window repaired and new panels of glass, fixed.
He absorbs the large part of mincemeat and splintered wood, repair as much as possible the crumble part of the home, transmuting the rest. Thankfully, any broken interior decoration was perfectly repaired, having somewhat dodged the largest damaged made by the bullets.
The area return to its pristine condition, and only a patch of grass was missing near the door as the only vestige, a small price to pay.
Seeing that she wouldn't take long to heal the last of her wounds, he brings her into her bathroom, fill her tub of water with a quick 'aguamenti' and heated by a small fireball. Taking out her reappeared clothes, he enters the bath with her.
The only reason he enters it with her, was because he was fearing that the healing would have strained her too much to be able to change without risk. Warping his arms around her, he pours his magic in her to sustain the change.
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As soon as it starts, I know something was different. My magic had deeply reached in her, unearthing something buried.
'Void magic, it the same feeling of magic that I have taken from Louise.'
Pushing more in her, I could feel our magic mix, growing with the support of the others into something more profound, ancient. She was younger than she would need for a complete transformation, but I could feel it, we were both changing, evolving like I had when Hestia had gifted me her sacred fire.
The large lifespan of the elves mix with my already important one. From my first world, I could feel that I would live for at least 300 years easily, adding Hestia fire had gifted me with a boost, doubling it to 600 years, now? I could feel the two previous amount mix with my own, bringing my life expectancy to 1500 years before Tiffania magic kick in and what should have been her familiar runes double it again, bringing it to 3000 years.
I was only 17, before coming here, I had barely lived 1/35 of my life expectancy. It would have been more than enough to made life worth of memories with my loved ones, now? I had more than the double of that, and all of my girls would too.
The pain in my back brings me back, and I feel a third tails sprout, my height increase and my magic growth. In my arms, Tiffania was also changing, I could see her cute elven ears recedes as her Evans one exit her silky blonde hairs, her backbone, splitting into three nubs that growth, painfully, if I had to guess from her light grows.
The longer they grow the whiter her hair became before turning into our pure white colour and arctic blue spots. he petite frame lengthens until stopping around two meters, twenty less than my new one, and her already impressive F cup seem to pass one entirely, settling into an H.
She was dwarfing all my other girls by a large amount and I doubt any of them would one day catch up. The fact that she wouldn't growth mutch more after would only emphasise it more, but I don't love my girls for their breast size, but the love and happiness they could bring.
Finally, I could see her stirring from her sleep, move a little before turning to me. Looking in her eyes, I could see that she understand what had happened, perhaps even more than the others.
So, when she approached for a kiss, I could only complain. I was as if I was physically attracted to her.
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For a long time, all Tiffania could feel, see, and touch was darkness, wallowing into a sludge-like substance threatening to drown her at any instance, at the slightest sign of weakness, so she tried to stay strong.
When she was about to fall, she feels something invade her, banishing the darkness, pulling her out of that sludge, to her haven.
It was at this moment she understood what was happening, static screens displaying a life before her own eyes, her husband life. Contrary to what she was thinking, she didn't blush like a hormonal teenager, but could only feel the peace invading her, knowing that she had found her other half.
After the moment of bliss came the struggle, she felt his past life, the exile into the darkness that would have crushed the spirit of any others. The harness of the real world taking a part of her innocence away.
None could claim to stay the same after witnessing his trial.
Then came the salvation. She watches with fascination the formation of a being born in the chaos of the universe itself, merging with an artificial body created from the experiment for the sick pleasure and need of a man for an army, a weapon, a tool.
Is even more miserable memory of an abused childhood, the wonder of magic, and the ugly side of humankind, their greed, and the blood they were willing to shed, climbing on the mountain of the corpse made by their hand to create a greater one yet.
The joy she feels, knowing that sisters wait for her wasn't an emotion she would have expected, thinking to be jealous to share him, but she understands, they need him as much as she needs him, or him them. It didn't count, they would be happy, all of them, together.
A new world came, for a short time, before he rejoins her sisters that have been in stasis, waiting for him to return, only with more sisters. Then this world, him losing his memories as trial. To make him understand the value of life, that they weren't the fictive counterpart he had know.
She was happy with that, he had shown more care for Kirche. He would surely not had any contact with her if he was still thinking about her fictional copy, something she was far from. They would have both suffer for it.
SHe saw Siesta, the maid that would rejoin them, the princess, her cousin, that would also be one of them. The curly blonde had shown interest for him, but she didn't think that she would be good for them.
She was thinking that it would be good with just the four of them until she sees the older sister of Louise, the girl was suffering, and like her, need her hero to save her. Five was a good number for them, he had already; Hermione, Luna, Susan, Fleur, Apoline, Gabrielle, Nymphadora, Andromeda, Hestia, Hephaistos, Lily, Haruhime, Kirche, Siesta, Louise' sister and herself.
They don't need more before he returns to One Piece. From what she has seen from his memories, a lot of sisters await them there, at least as much as they already are. He would be keeping busy to take care of each of them, and couldn't repress a giggle at the thought.
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After the memories came to the change, her final step before becoming him truly. She was thinking that I would be quick, until she feels her magic flare with him, mixing their essence into something bigger, something more ancient.
She knows it was her magic reacting to him, and if he wasn't wrong, livprasir, the void magic given to her familiar. Being the receptacle for magic, it had fuelled their lifespan to an unimaginable high. The lose of a possible familiar didn't even register, after all, she had already a family, she didn't need it.
When the change finishes, she was finally able to open her eyes. She wasn't surprised to see that they were in her bathroom, she had seen was had happened. Turning around, she could only see the love he had for her in his warm artic eyes.
When she goes for her so needed kiss, she was elated that he immediately respond. She nearly melts when their lips join, feel the tingle of their magic connecting, the warm of his body spreading in her, like a blanket sheltering her from the external world.
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