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Rain struck the exterior of Delmonde House. It came in heavy torrents, battering and blasting the old building. A clap of thunder added an unforgettable omen to the night's proceedings. Kianna paced inside. Every light in every room of the house was turned on. Their pale rays pierced the shuttered windows and illuminated a fraction of the grounds, and encircling woods. The dark of night surrounded her, imprisoned her. And she dreaded what was coming...who she'd seen approaching in the murky distance...

Knock-knock-knock.

Her body shuddered. Hairs stood on end. The room cooled to an uncomfortable temperature, making her shiver. Her mind tormented her before her 'guest' had even made themselves at home.

Knock—

She pulled open the door. Standing, smiling, in the doorway was Uma. She looked...almost normal.

Uma's hand hung in the air, mid-knock. Balled into a tight fist. Her blonde hair was matted from the rain, its owner seemingly without a coat or umbrella. Just plain clothes. Soaked from top-to-bottom.

It didn't faze her. But Kianna was worried.

She accepted an outstretched hand from Uma. It should've been wet...but her hand was bone dry...

Behind the purple, the violet glaze of her irises Kianna was familiar with, hid something. Something she'd never seen replicated in another...

“NO!" She slapped Uma's hand away. Her unwelcome guest looked down, a neutral expression on her face, then back to Kianna, who breathed heavily.

“Did you not expect me to pay you a visit? After everything that's happened?"

A wicked smile begun to form across her lips. Uma stepped inside.

Kianna stumbled back, her arms flailing by her sides. Uma approached slowly...drawing out the moment. Her presence cowed the other — her ill-fated host. Kianna looked with fear in her eyes as Uma's skin melted, dissolved her perfect form, into a hellish new figure. A burst of flame scorched her, destroying her clothes, and complexion. Red. Crimson. Searing hot. Leathery wings, and razor-sharp teeth.

Her demonskin.

Uma...transformed.

“No," Kianna swallowed. “You shouldn't! You can't! You mustn't!"

“Mustn't what?" Uma asked, her lips curling. The burnt shreds of her clothing fell behind her as she walked. Demonic flesh free to be admired. “What shouldn't I be doing — cousin dearest?"

The air fizzed around her. Droplets of rain dashed against her boiling skin and evaporated, changing form with a sickening hiss. Once inside, free of the shower, Uma glowed — a faint, baleful light. Her whole body radiated power. Power Kianna had never seen the likes of.

She was frightened.

“You weren't supposed to control it!" she screamed. “It was supposed to make you weak — and disorganised...you should've come to me to bring it to heel!"

“Kianna — all this time and you still think you can convince me. Hmmphf! Own your mistake, my dear. Admit you didn't know what would happen..."

“I..." Kianna reached the end of the hall, retreating from the advancing demoness. Uma's naked glory blazed in the half-light. Ungodly and unquestionable beautiful. The hallways shook, rumbling with each step she took. Her powers roamed free, rattling the very foundations of the house. In all its years it hadn't seen a guest like this...some tried, a handful came close, but none compared to the majesty of the demon-queen who walked its breadth at present.

“...admit you were playing with fire, and in the end you got burned." Uma chuckled at her remark, a little on-the-nose with regard to the rising temperature of the room. Tiny sparks sprayed from where her feet touched the old wooden floor, searing the imprint of her footsteps forevermore. Even in her true form, she couldn't contain the entirety of her power.

“You wanted to be my better. My teacher, my...master." Those last words she breathed with venom, hatred coursing through her veins. “You wanted to be in charge."

“I did!" she cried, admitting her fault. “I did...I introduced you to this. To the locus. I hoped you'd fall, and leave me to pick up what's left of you." Kianna felt strange. Her mouth moved, and words emerged, but not by her will. Uma was coaxing a confession! She tried to slam her mouth shut. Her body refused to comply. Uma's eyes shone a menacing yellow.

“You wanted a puppet."

“I wanted a puppet."

“You wanted a slave."

“I wanted a slave." Kianna kept the fight going, refusing to speak. Alas, her foe was too overwhelming, and she was helpless to spill her guts.

“You lost control of the situation."

“I lost control..." her voice tapered off — a minor reprieve for the beleaguered cousin-in-law.

“And," Uma continued, “instead of making peace, like any good soul when they realise they're beaten, you tried to ensnare my children!" Flames engulfed her body, tickling her succubus figure. Anger radiated from her face, and stance.

Kianna fell to her knees. Instinct drove her kneel, then bow, before Uma. Everything went quiet. She wanted to run. To hide. But from where she crawled, low and prostrated, she could only move her mouth silently.

Uma sighed. “No fight left in you, huh?" She nudged her with her foot. “No," Kianna replied, her voice unsteady.

“No?"

“I do have fight in me."

Uma cackled. “Then where is it?"

She refused to answer. A swift kick to the shoulder threw her back onto her ass.

“Taking advantage of my pain is one thing...if my heart breaks, it's mine and mine alone. I can take it. I'm a tough girl. But coming after my kids!? You crossed a line, bitch!"

Snarling, Kianna leapt to her feet. “COW!!!" A gust of wind blew past Uma, catching her wings and causing a pause in her advance. Following up on her strike, Kianna conjured flames. It spread from her hands, coiling through the air like a lasso. “You're not the only one who can command fire!" she roared.

The rope-like stream struck Uma, and broke upon her. She emerged unscathed, laughing.

“F-fuck!"

Their magical confrontation traded blows. Kianna threw all she had against Uma, who deigned not to counter too harshly. Shrugging off attacks and toying with her opponent, she let her waste her energy fighting someone clearly in a whole 'nother league. My my, she thought, you've wasted away in this house. Pathetically weak. Look how far I've come!

As if hearing her thoughts, Kianna renewed her assault, hoping to swallow her in flames. The walls shook, licked by the destruction wrought between them. The rocking, cacophonous turmoil of their struggle filled the whole house. You haven't even changed, her internal monologue gloated, you don't have the strength to reveal your true form! You're in deep shit now!

“And I was afraid," Uma said aloud, “scared of what was happening. Scared of what you did to me with that necklace. Who's afraid now?" She held her body against Kianna's, her bulk bearing down on the slender woman. Forced against the wall, the still-human Kianna tried to push her off. However, Uma had other things in mind than letting her go free.

Hands covered Kianna's face. Her sight was blocked.

“Oh, you like things hot, hmm? Let's see how hot you can take it!" The heatwave smashing into her face reached boiling point. From Uma's fingers an inferno raged. Flames in close contact. Blistering skin — overpowering Kianna's supernatural healing ability.

She screamed, muffled by burning palms.

Pushing back, Kianna broke free of Uma's death-grip. A bleak scarring covered her face. Skin burned away. It'd take many months to recover, if she did at all. Even knowing her inner demon's strength doubt beset her. She was starved. Thin. It had been so long since she fed. Since she consumed.

Powerless to resist, Kianna tried to run. Uma held up her arm. Her body stopped responding. Frozen, Kianna struggled to move. The tiniest twitch was an insurmountable achievement under Uma's thumb. Blood seeped from the wounds on her face. A lone drop flowed down her motionless body, bringing a strong taste of iron when it crossed her lips.

Uma used this time to catch her breath. She hadn't suffered as much as Kianna, but even she needed to recharge. Her demonic strength welled up from within, supplied by her cursed soul. In several seconds she'd lost any sign of fatigue and the few scratches Kianna had managed to inflict were no more.

With a flick of her wrist she tossed Kianna into the kitchen.

Tumbling through the doorway, Kianna experienced a hard smack as she hit part of the kitchen counter. Bruises formed all over. She bristled with furious energy. Uma sauntered through, no signs of exertion visible on her face...she simply grinned menacingly. Pots clattered as she found her feet, rising quickly to thwart Uma's advance. A spark burst through the air from her outstretched arm — hitting her foe. “Aghh!" Uma hissed as it left its mark — a blotchy burn. Kianna savoured what little victory she'd won, and searched for something hard. Something sharp...

Uma touched the blackened skin. The air was thick with the smell of burning...the kind of acrid stench you'd find when something electrical short-circuited. Her fingers rubbed the painful spot, her body regenerating dead cells in a pinch. When her hand left it had disappeared, healed completely. While she admired the hit Kianna got in, she could taste her desperation. Power, she thought, yes...power. She has so little now!

Brandishing a sharp knife, Kianna swung wildly. Uma's attention shifted from her former injury to the quick slicing motions of the blade.

“Do you think you can hurt me?" she asked.

Kianna failed to reply. Instead, a resonating growl emerged, rattling the nearby utensils as she exerted her demon's voice. A pitiful display, when compared to Uma.

More strikes and stabs came flying towards her. Through seared skin and tearful eyes Kianna watched as the fight was drained from her, replaced with a futile emptiness. She wasn't going to win. And she knew it.

“Haaagh!" An unexpected blow brought the knife close — too close! Kianna thrust, driving the dangerous point into Uma's stomach. She gasped, her chest tensing. The knife sliding inside gave a sickening squelch, rimmed with crimson, coppery blood. Uma looked down. She didn't speak a word — her surprise was clear in her open mouth and wide eyes. Kianna breathed.

A dry, coarse laugh wracked Uma. Her body convulsed. Kianna let go of the knife, slinking back to find a safer position. Uma wasn't hurt. She didn't show it. Only shocked. Merely shocked. Kianna watched in horror as the demoness gripped the handle and pulled. It came out slowly, coated in her blood. Small wisps of smoke rose from the blade as the blood fizzled and ate away at it. After another second of slick removal it was gone from her body, her weeping orifice sealing rapidly. The area around the wound glowed, its golden-orange light masking the recovery within.

Once more, Kianna was given a display of Uma's prowess.

Her knife clattered when it hit the ground, its dissolving form breaking into pieces. Uma stared at Kianna, seething with hatred. “Just don't know when to give up, do you?" she spat.

She looked at where Kianna had found herself. A corner...a dead end...

“Aww...trapped," she said, walking closer. Trapped and disarmed.

She continued: “are you ready to stop?"

Kianna screamed. “NO!" Again she tried to conjure enough magic to send a bolt of energy in Uma's direction, but this time the other woman wasn't playing around. Uma raised her hand, and Kianna felt tight...compressed...

She coughed. Gathering her strength she sent endless tongues of flame against Uma. They swirled harmlessly in mid-air, breaking like a wave 'gainst the shore. The fiery tumult curled back on her, dissipating after a while. She gasped, hungry for air. Every inch of her body felt squashed, like the pressure in the room was increasing.

Uma kept the faltering witch at bay, her powers forming an invisible sphere around Kianna. She kept trying to fight back, using all her supernatural ability, but to no avail. Everything collapsed against her shield, containing her. Gradually the bubble shrank, until to Kianna the agony of its crushing strength was unbearable.

Suffocating 'neath Uma's will, Kianna managed to sob. Curled into a foetal position she tried to speak. The deafening thrum of Uma's power roared around her. She pleaded for Uma to spare her life. Leave her a simple servant, a wretch beneath her concern.

She didn't make a convincing argument. At least...not in full.

Uma scowled. “No! That's too good for you!" She grabbed her head, screaming. Roaring. Obliterating Kianna's mind with her power. Kianna could feel Uma crawling inside her mind, invading her thoughts...touching her very soul. The pain of entry burned white-hot, her temples in splitting agony as Uma's voice echoed inside her skull.

The demoness purred. She felt as though she could snuff out Kianna's whole life there and then, and be rid of her...finally. Instead, she held back, content to let her tortuous tendrils swarm her victim's mind, body, and soul. Bared to her. Uma read her like an open book. The last shreds of secrecy that guarded what she knew, what powers she'd studied, evaporated into the all-absorbing thirst Uma let loose. What few abilities remained, what little skill Kianna could hold to ransom, were gone. She knew her pact, inside and out. Her demonskin had been mastered. Uma was ready...

“THERE! Now stay in this house and rot."

Uma panted, at last feeling tired from exertion. Her speech came in laboured breaths. Loud and manifold. Different pitches and tones simultaneously. “Never leave — understand me? Let not a single crumb of food pass your lips — I command it!"

Her words drilled into Kianna. Stabbing her consciousness over and over, perforating her senses, pummelling her frayed sanity, until she was beaten into submission. Weak and exhausted.

She obeyed, like a lesser being should. Kianna fell to the floor. She lay there. Defeated.

Uma was free. As she stood over the ruined figure of Kianna she devoured her misery, her pain...drank in her tortured state with nothing more than a glance. The sight thrilled her. Waves of emotion surged through her, sweet with the taste of victory. She wasn't going to thank Kianna for turning her into...this, but a small part of her held an admiration. The 'curse' as her children tended to call it...it wouldn't be hers without that witch.

She gave the wretched heap of a woman one last look before turning and walking back through the house. Kianna remained, her new orders chaining her to the ghastly structure.

Crossing the threshold, Uma walked into the night. The rain hadn't abated. The naked form of the demon-queen stood alone in the garden; a long, sweeping yet ill-maintained field of grass flowing from her position. Wings stretched, obscured by the inky black. Pillars of steam rose from her infernal hide. Fountains of mist filling an empty sky.

She looked around. The rain continued, splashing across her limbs and chest, soaking her for a microsecond before her inner heat vapourised the unsuspecting droplets. Uma felt the temperature build evermore within her. She reached into the darkness, finding her way home...

She sighed happily.

There was no need to hide. Not anymore. Not with a body as imposing — nay — as enthralling as hers.

I am ready.

She closed her eyes.

Uma vanished in a burst of fire and smoke.