The great goddesses Ara purred as the room darkened further. The darkness grew and grew until only two feline eyes remained. The two eyes, beacons in the darkness, grew. Soon they enveloped everything you knew, and then it begun.
First it begun with a little sweat. Nothing of any consern. You were in a jungle.
Suddenly, like a bullet going off, heat and sensation burst through your every inch. Every tissue, fibre, bone, organ. It all burned.
Tricking across your naked form was a trickle of dark fur. Your nails sharpened into claws ands your feet snapped and changed into large paws. Your chest grew and expanded as your muscles grew, became toned and defined. A golden, tribal-like necklace drifted down around your neck, along with a loincloth woven from gold. From your spine, which ached terribly, a long, dark, feline tail extend from its base. Your face cracked and twisted into that of a panther. Your hair grew wild and untamed, like the mane of a lion. Your eyes watered as they morphed into yellow, cat eyed slits. Everything changed, everything burning away as your mortality left as godhood replaced it.
If a ghastly surge of a sickening feeling, you collapsed into the floor.
“It is done,” echoed Ara, her voice faint and distant, as the room returned to the throne room.
By some unknown urge, you were drawn towards the throne, now unoccupied. Sitting yourself down, you new it had begun. You were a god.