After getting everything literally out of my stomach, along with my tears, fear, and anger, alongside every other negative emotion, I calmed myself down and slowly stood up. My legs were shaking, and I was now wearing torn-up clothes. Luckily, my underwear was still intact, thank god for some small miracles, even though one of them did this to me in the first place.
Taking a better look at my new body now, I could tell that my skin had grown...grayer, was that a term? Anyway, it had grown considerably thicker as well. I didn't know how, but I understood that it felt like a rhino's, looked like it now that I took a closer look.
I mean, I knew my body was taller and more... muscular, but I also had this new odd sensation. It felt like water brushing against your skin, only instead of a cold sensation, it felt warm and inviting. I was eventually able to see just where the hell this sensation was coming from; it was a light blueish-gray substance flowing all around me.
It felt more... natural, like it always exists around us and is always present, no matter where you go. The whole thing felt nicer, nicer than that other entity. If I were to try to put them into words, it felt like one was true room temperature water and the other like a sickly tar substance. One being more natural and the other like it came from somewhere else, which I suppose it did.
The substances didn't seem to like one another, but they were coexisting at the very least and not tearing my body apart. Which was a bonus considering I had no idea what this all was about or how it all happened. I mean, for all I knew, this could be a dream or something, but that also means that my life before could be some coma dream.
"No, no, can't think like that right now, go through your existential crisis later once you have a bit more room to breathe and figure out just where the hell you are."
Because right now, that should be my first priority, and as I dragged myself out of the crater I made, I was able to see some small hills, a forest, and a lot of grass. Which told me nothing, as I didn't know where the government facility was and there was no familiar landmark I could spot or any local fauna that could give me a hint.
I was pretty sure I saw a few robins or something, but that didn't tell me where the hell in North America I was. Well, I was probably in North America, but that didn't discount the possibility of that place being on some unmarked island somewhere in the middle of the ocean.
So here's hoping that it was just some secret military base in the United States, or at least that the nearest civilization spoke English, because that's all I knew. So squattign down like I was trying to take a dump, I tried to force my body to shift again. So that I could fly low and get to wherever faster than I woudl by walking, only to find my body or my other half...not responding.
No, that wasn't the right word for it; it felt more like I wasn't doing it right, and I didn't know how to properly bring it out.
"Of course, using the power of a Demon wouldn't be easy, of fuckign course it wouldn't." I whispered to myself as I began walking toward the forest, not seeing many better options.
No matter what, I needed to find some form of civilization, like a road or something, then I could follow that and see where it takes me. Either that or wait and figure out how to properly transform into whatever that form was called.
Roaming through the forest, I smiled a little, appreciating the beauty of it all. I mean, I lived in the city, but nature wasn't too far away. This here, however, looked...brighter, more in tune with the natural world without the light of civilization looming over it. It also felt more like that other energy, which probably meant they came from either the same or similiar source.
I must've walked through the forest for hours, because by the time I looked up at the sky again, seeing it was already morning, it was quickly turning to day. Once I realized that, my stomach started growling like there was no tomorrow, and I felt that my throat was dry now as well.
"Gods, how long have I been out here?"
I also began to feel exhaustion kick in as I lay down by one of the trees and rested, needing to regain my strength and find some food/water. I rubbed my face in frustration, not knowing what the smart thing to do was. Slamming my fist against the tree I was resting under, I crunched my teeth, grinding them in frustration.
That's when I felt it, my body shifting as my muscles began to rapidly expand and grow fur as well. My body growing and turning me back into that demonic form as wings burst out of my back, and my head as well. Each time I transformed, I underwent pain beyond what most people should have to.
My body's biology changing, and my very nature as a human is shifting form into something different and alien to me. As a sense of power overflowed my body, that pleasant naturalistic energy boosted it, but trying its best not to fuse with it. It was sentient in its own way and knew it had to help me for some reason, but it was disgusted by the nature of this form.
Whatever, at this moment, I took off into the air and looked over the forest, seeing nothing but trees for miles. Once I realized I was not near any civilization, I knew I needed to look for food and a fresh water source of some kind.
So while I still had my strength, I began flying across the forest looking for a deer, rabbit, hell, even a squirrel would do at this point. Preferably near a water source of some kind, but I wasn't picky, hell, the blood of the beast could be...quenching.
Shaking my head, I got that thought out of my head immediately as I now wondered where the hell that thought came from. While I was thinking all that, I did eventually spot a lone dear, no, a buck would probably be the better term. I could see it eating some grass and its ears flickering, looking for any signs of danger.
Almost by instinct, I charged down at a speed I was beyond unused to, one minute I was lazily flying in the air, and the next, I had my hand around the buck's throat. With a quick snap, I killed the buck and opened my mot beginning to chop down on it, feeling no need to try and properly cook it.
I just munched down on it, devouring its flesh, but I didn't stop at the more edible parts; I slurped the organs down like I was eating spaghetti with the eyeballs being meatballs. It tasted...odd, like raw meat, of course, but better yet, also equally disgusting. I think my human mind and new...body were interacting in weird ways.
I then...drank the blood, and it was amazing, I could feel the remaining bits of the deer's life force flowing through me. Shaking my head, I tossed the carcass away from me, satisfied for now, wanting to stop these insane thoughts. Whatever just happened, I ignored it for now and jumped right back into the air, continuing my search for civilization, now having a bit more strength and energy at my disposal.
Once I was done, I spotted a small pond nearby and dunked my head in the water, taking a big swig from it. Not caring about the possible viruses and other shit in the water, I didn't care about any of it.
I just wanted to get rid of my thirst just as quickly as I got rid of my hunger, and getting back up for air, I panted as a small smile formed on my face.
{Where the Hell did I end up}
Was my last thought as I dunked my head for more water, getting one last drink before I begin flying again.
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*POV Cecil*
I rubbed my eyes, looking at the screen as a demonic invader from god knows where tore through a United States black site like it was butter.
"Donald, tell me what the hell I'm looking at right now?" I asked the man standing next to me, with the same nervous look on his face that always seemed to be present regardless of the situation.
"Well, sir, I believe we're looking at some sort of...alien or demonic creature of some kind, that seems to be highly animalistic and sadistic as well if the inside camera feeds are right." He said, bringing out a tablet showing the gradual transformation of the poor bastard stuck with whatever curse or mutation he was inflicted with.
The way he wriggled around in the very illegal containment cell and technology I thought only he, GDA, and a few mad scientists had access to, fired at the transformed bastard. I wasn't afraid to admit my body let out a small shake as he spoke. The kind of voice that, while it had some resemblance to Damien Darkblood, felt...deeper, more primordial, and monstrous.
More like your classic bloodthirsty demon rather than the detective we had up here now, causing a few problems himself. Now, as bad as this is, because if the United States wanted him for whatever reason before, they would want him more now.
"Ok, Donald, before this shitshwo gets any worse, I want you to monitor any nearby cities or towns, see if our new resident demon decides to try and munch on them."
"Might give us a chance to call the Guardians in before anyone else has to die, who knows, maybe we can help the bastard out, maybe find a way to control the curse."
I said, walking away from Donald as the screen flipped over to another Kaiju from God knows where. Probably an underwater or underground cave, or something else that sounded more ridiculous.
"Great, just what I need, somebody tell me who we have in California that can take care of a Kaiju!" I shouted to the room, once more rubbing my eyes in frustration, trying my best to remain calm as I exited the room, heading to my office, knowing that the morning had just started and I was already wanting to get this day over with.