"I'm too beautiful to be your victim, bitch!" Séraphine said with a tone full of disdain and haughtiness. This caused Mirian to growl and stomp down hard as she ran towards Séraphine at high speed.
"I'll tear you to pieces, witch!" the lycanthrope exclaimed, brandishing her claw at the brunette. However, she didn't stand still and wait.
The cop stood in her way, her warhammer glowing blue as she raised it for an upward attack. The werewolf woman had to stop and shield her body from the oncoming attack.
The impact of the hammer on flesh produced an unusually dry sound. Mirian's body barely trembled, demonstrating that she exerted a much more powerful force than at the beginning of the confrontation.
At that moment, Séraphine unleashed her magic again. She took a deep breath, and as she exhaled, a mist of warm aether shot from her lips, covering both the policewoman and the werewolf.
The mist did not affect the policewoman, but it reacted severely with Mirian's body. She emitted an ugly scream from her terrible maw. Her huge arms flailed as she screamed in pain and cursed the terrible sensation coursing through her body.
"What kind of spell is this!? Damn you, witch! I'll eat you; I'll ruin you! I'll tear you apart completely!" The lycanthrope tried to back away, trying to avoid the blue mist torturing her.
Élodie took this opportunity to swing her hammer, striking the werewolf's knee and making her flinch. This prevented her from retreating and extended her suffering. Suddenly, gunfire sounded from Séraphine, who had fired the six bullets in her revolver.
They were the silver bullets she had brought specifically for this moment. The metal reacted with the lycanthrope's flesh. The hardness that the flesh had seemed to have was discarded, and the projectiles penetrated deep into the flesh. This made the lycanthrope's howls much louder than before.
The metal in Mirian's body reacted with the previous spell, causing her to fall backward. Red blood gushed from her wounded chest, and her hair was consumed as if by fire.
"This pain is not pleasant... it doesn't feel good..." stammered the beast, who had previously appeared powerful but now lay languidly on the ground, weak.
"Hmm~? This is what you get for fighting without a mind, my dear Mirian~!" That voice rang out again, using the creature's body as a conduit.
"Come on. I'll show you how to fight for real~" As if sensing the hammer blow from behind, the wolf woman rolled to the side and kicked the policewoman, pushing her several steps back.
Standing on all fours, the ether claws generated by the lycanthrope easily dug into the ground. Her amber eyes were now partially tinged with a purple glow, focusing on Séraphine.
The witch had cast another spell, generating small orbs of blue energy that floated around her body. She held her gun in her hand, loaded and ready to fire, and her green eyes collided with Mirian's.
"Come on, bitch!" Séraphine sneered, ready for the werewolf's approach. Instead of charging toward her enemies as she had before, however, the wolf woman lifted her head and howled.
As she howled, the air seemed to distort around her. It appeared as if the sound waves coming from her mouth had become visible and were attacking everything around her. Both Séraphine and Élodie were pushed backward by an unknown force.
Worst of all, the noise produced by the lycanthrope caused them to lose their sense of direction. Mirian was clearly under the control of an entity and was fighting much smarter than before.
The werewolf woman waved one of her front claws forward, and three lines of blue energy shot out, flying at incredible speeds toward Séraphine, who was still recovering from the previous sonic attack.
The witch reacted as quickly as she could. She channeled the aether produced by the resonance of her soul and extended her hand forward. A floating wall created by aether emerged in front of her.
The energy attacks launched by Mirian hit the shield created by Séraphine. The impact caused a small explosion, sending the witch flying against the wall. In response to her previous attack, the aether spheres previously created by the witch flew toward Mirian.
The projectiles hit the werewolf woman's body, making her grunt in pain. She recoiled from the force of the blows. To top it off, the spheres exploded after hitting her body, producing a blue glow that covered her completely.
"Now you suffer as I do," joked Élodie, watching Séraphine struggle to get up after being slammed against the wall.
"Don't get distracted. That danm bitch isn't dead yet," the witch mumbled, pointing her weapon at the blurry figure of the lycanthrope running toward Élodie.
Pushing her reflexes and body to the limit, the cop stomped hard on the ground. A jet of concentrated ether erupted from the sole of her foot in a thin line facing Mirian. However, the lycanthrope was not taken by surprise and dodged deftly.
Having closed the distance with Élodie, the werewolf attacked the blonde with a paw. The policewoman could barely put her hammer down defensively. The blow pushed her body backwards, sliding her feet across the cracked wooden floor.
Élodie jumped back, evading the bite Mirian had attempted to deliver to her neck. The sound of teeth slamming shut echoed through the room, chilling both women's blood.
The beast's body was barely damaged at this point, except for the blood staining its partially scorched fur. There were no major wounds, and its power remained at its peak.
"You won't be able to beat me with just you, little Red Riding Hood~" Mirian said, turning and kicking hard at Élodie. Instead of hitting flesh, however, she slammed into an ethereal wall.
"We just need to fine-tune some details, but we make a good team, don't you think?" Séraphine asked with derision. She had created the energy shield that protected the policewoman, who increased her body size once more without hesitation.
"I've crushed many dogs like you in the army!" the blonde exclaimed, swinging her hammer hard against the wolf woman's arm. Although it only made Mirian whimper slightly in pain, it was enough to give the witch a free hand for one more spell.
Séraphine holstered her revolver, channeled boiling aether through her body, and made a sinking gesture with her two hands pointing downward, unleashing a powerful magical effect.
Suddenly, a terrible pressure fell on the lycanthrope's body. The wooden floor cracked beneath her, and Mirian was smashed completely against it, almost piercing through.
"Huhuhuhu~! Gravity? It reminds me of the rumors about an annoying witch!" The strange voice came from the werewolf woman, who was writhing in an attempt to escape the gravitational trap.
"Are you talking about Lady Osmond? She's my master." Although Séraphine had certain issues with that woman, she was proud to have been educated and trained by such a high-caliber witch.
Lady Osmond had taught her many key truths that every witch should know. She taught her to love exploration and the desire to learn. Above all, she taught her how to maintain glamour at every turn. The brunette fixed the loose strands of her disheveled hair from the strenuous fight.
Élodie brandished her fully aether-coated hammer and struck Mirian's head repeatedly in an attempt to shatter her skull. However, even though the blows shook the entire room, the beast let out a mocking laugh.
"Lady Osmond!? No wonder you have that smell! No wonder you're a Visionary! It was you! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The entity's laughter, which came from Mirian's body, triggered something in Séraphine. She put one hand on her forehead to avoid the terrible headache that hit her.
"Why don't you die!?" cried Élodie, realizing that her attacks had broken Mirian's teeth and filled her mouth with blood, but had otherwise had no effect.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! How could I let you break my favorite toy? It would waste my time~" After these words fell, purple lines ran down the wolf woman's body. With a roar, she stood up, shattering the magical effect that had pressed her to the ground.
"But I'm not interested in you now, warrior. Where do we stand? Oh, yes... Witch, haven't you wondered why you're cursed?" Mirian asked in a different voice, making Séraphine's eyes sink.
"My master said I interrupted a summoning ritual and saw something I shouldn't have..." replied Séraphine hesitantly. She had been very sure of that answer before, but it seemed that there was more to her past.
The signs had been obvious for a while: the strange attack she had when she saw the symbol on her client, the words of the strange being, and her interest in his knowledge of the event.
As a detective, how could she not have noticed those clues? It seemed that the origin of her curse had more history and significance than she had thought. Séraphine then stared into Mirian's eyes, which glowed with a sickening purple light.
"You should introduce yourself first, creature," the witch demanded. The lycanthrope ducked her body slightly and wiped away the blood and shards of teeth around her mouth. Then she spoke.
"The little wolf who summoned me is called Mirian. But I... am an Inferos. Doesn't that name ring a bell, witch?" Upon hearing this name, Séraphine froze, and fragments of memories came to her mind.
Screams, howls, and an overwhelming sense of terror. Two purple eyes, those of her master, stared at her. She saw the symbol of the inverted goblet on a marble floor, and a claw unlike any she had ever seen emerged from a crimson portal.
"Lady Osmond is known for certain things among my kind. We are odd; each of us is focused on something in particular. I like pleasure. I don't know who you met, but you react to our collective symbol. This indicates that the mark left on your psyche was quite severe," stated the Inferos, pointing to the center of the ritual circle.
"We help those who summon us. We perform tasks. We give power. But sometimes, we take what we want~. The scent of the Vision about to mature on you is appealing.
It must have been torture to go through so much for almost seven years, right? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!" Mirian burst out laughing, or rather, the Inferos who possessed her did.
"You must have suffered so much, little witch! Wouldn't it be better to devote yourself to the pleasure I can bring you? It would ease your sorrows! Let me finish the work that one of my own could not." The Inferos' words had a strange power. Séraphine felt as if a twig were invading her mind and body, trying to awaken physical sensations and reactions.
However, the witch gritted her teeth, focused her will, and unleashed the full power of her curse and special vision when her eyes glowed with green light. All reality blurred before her eyes. She wanted to see the essence of everything; she wanted answers.
The room had become a fragment of a forest with purple trees bearing flowers that resembled female genitalia and exposed roots that resembled wombs. There were fungi in phallic shapes and streams of clear, whitish fluids whose odor hinted at their true origin.
In the middle of it all was a being. It wasn't the werewolf woman, but a creature that made Séraphine feel a strange warmth unlike anything she had felt before, and a shiver ran down her back.
It was tall with purple skin of different shades for contrast. Twisted black horns adorned her pink hair, pointing skyward.
She had a slender body without clothing, breasts with nipples that ended in mouths full of fangs, and a tangle of tentacles that emerged from her crotch. The tentacles oozed a white liquid that caused hissing sounds when it dripped on the floor.
It had crimson eyes that glared at Séraphine with disdain, lust, and superiority. Her hands were similar to the claws the witch had briefly seen in her memories. Blue lines ran down her body in intricate patterns that were initially confusing.
A long tail emerged from the small of her back. The tip ended in what appeared to be a black chitin spike. This limb waved gently, giving the creature the charm of a cat about to hunt.
"Your scent only gets more and more delicious~!" moaned the creature as it felt Séraphine explore part of its true essence. It found this action truly pleasurable.
"Aren't Inferos extremely rare and dangerous beings? Why did my master summon one? What do you know!?" Séraphine asked, visibly angered by the strange situation she had gotten herself into. But her emotions only made the Inferos' body tremble as if it were having an orgasm.
"Figure it out on your own~. But I'll give you a bit of information. My sweet witch, you love that, don't you~? You're bound to us whether you want to or not. That cute curse you have is because of us. Very soon, someone will come to reap you.
What bliss! Better us than other nasty guys, right? I'd like to know if you'll be able to enjoy its full potential before you meet the real danger. HAHAHAHAHA~!
I see potential in you. I hope to meet you in person, not with this hunk of energy. Only if you can survive my heavy hand, will we meet again, sweetness~. Only if you can defeat my puppet!" the Inferos replied, using a highly sensual tone before waving one of her terrible claws.
"The last round is coming! I hope it doesn't hurt that much~" With those final words, the whole scenario distorted, and Séraphine was ejected from her activated Vision state, bringing her back to reality.
"You talk too much trash..." Séraphine complained under her breath. She had memorized the Inferos' annoying words, and though a bit of worry rose in her heart, it was squashed by a thought.
'I've seen worse things on the mezzanine of reality. A pair of Inferos? I'll kill them if they come!' With determination, the witch clenched her hands and looked at Mirian, ready to fight.
"Something happened that I didn't realize," said Élodie, breathing heavily from the constant bodily enhancements she had undergone using aether. She was undeterred by the lycanthrope's current state.
"One of these days I'll tell you." Knowing that she might need help in the future, Séraphine responded more calmly to the blonde. Besides, it had felt good to fight alongside her, so this change felt natural.
Mirian attacked even faster than before. She disappeared and suddenly appeared in front of Élodie. Energy claws threatened to tear her to pieces as the werewolf used both paws to attack the policewoman.
With a war cry, Élodie decided not to evade but to attack. Knowing that she couldn't effectively hurt the lycanthrope with her current strength, she didn't strike at her head but at her neck.
A giant ether hand caught the werewolf woman's legs, preventing her from attacking. When Élodie's war hammer fell, Mirian raised her claws to protect herself.
The fight stalled at this point. A lycanthrope as powerful as she was difficult to bring down, especially given her obvious enhancements. But an idea came to Séraphine's mind, prompting her to activate her special vision again.
She didn't want to see the Inferos or the environmental corruption; she tried to find something special. There it was, deep inside Mirian's body: a small golden orb constricted by purple roots.
At that moment, a voice full of sadness and exhaustion came to Séraphine.
"Please... help..." The witch heard this, and a small smile graced her beautiful face. She knew what spell to use.
After Mirian shattered the ether hand that had stopped her movement, she opened her mouth, and a blue glow began to appear, making Élodie feel a terrible sensation of death.
"Shit..." the blonde muttered as she ducked, placing her hammer in front of her to defend herself from the concentrated jet of ether shot from the lycanthrope's mouth.
The energy attack slammed into her, reinforced by the police's hammer. The collision caused small strands of aether to separate from the main stream and fall onto the blonde's body. Luckily, she had coated her body with her power.
"That's the first time I've seen a dog do something like that!" shouted Élodie. Her body emitted a bit of smoke, and her police uniform was somewhat singed by the energy that seeped through.
"You have proven unusually resilient," said Mirian, approaching step by step toward Élodie, who, due to exhaustion, tried to stand up and stumbled.
"It's what makes us human," Séraphine replied, causing the werewolf woman to turn her head sharply toward her.
For some reason, the werewolf woman felt a strange sensation coming from the witch, especially when she saw the confident, arrogant smile on her lips, as if she had already won.
"Humph!? Looks like I haven't dealt with you enough!" the lycanthrope growled, rushing toward Séraphine with her mouth open and claws exposed, ready to tear the witch apart.
But Séraphine was waiting for her with what she considered the last spell of the night: something simple yet useful. The witch drove the fiery ether through her body once more, ignoring the dizziness, fever, and dry lips. She gestured as if waking a sleeping person, waving her hands in front of her.
"Wake up!" the witch shouted. Blue energy covered Mirian's body, freezing her halfway through.
"What, a simple wake-up spell? HAHAHAHA! Who are you looking to wake up?" the Inferos asked, laughing loudly. But his laughter stopped abruptly.
The purple lines on the lycanthrope's hide began to flicker as if losing energy. Her body twisted, and a cry of pain erupted from her mouth. Then, a third voice, very different from the previous two, emerged.
"Kill me...stop this! It's not what I wanted..." It was the soul trapped in the huge body, the real voice of Mirian, speaking for the first time since they had met in the dreary room.
Élodie watched the scene with excitement. She had been thinking about why her earlier hammering of the creature's head had been so futile. It wasn't hard to associate that futility with the strange lines running through her enemy's body.
Now that her apparent empowerment was failing, wouldn't this provide real damage? The policewoman made every effort to get to her feet and, channeling the last glimmer of aether from deep within her body, attacked.
Mirian could have avoided it. She could have defended herself. Her resilient body could have taken the damage without any problem, given her previous behavior up to this point.
However, the newly awakened soul inside the werewolf woman's body interfered with the Inferos' control over her and the strange personality that emerged after her body was possessed.
Mirian wanted to die! Her actions interfered with the Inferos' empowerment and the lycanthropes' natural defense against energy. This left her flesh exposed to the heavy hammer of the werewolf, who struck her skull.
As the weapon fell, the sound of breaking bones echoed through the air. Suddenly, a black stain spread from the werewolf woman's chest. Her great power no longer suppressed the silver poison, and it systematically invaded her insides, worsening her situation.
Mirian fell to her knees. Her huge body slowly shrank. Her gray fur pushed back into her skin, leaving only faint patches on her limbs. Soon, only the werewolf woman's human body remained.