Arianna should have been afraid, but something deep inside her was not. That was because she felt a slight sliver of strength coursing through her. Maybe not enough to destroy an army, but definitely enough to take care of that annoying she-elf. And why shouldn't she? Arianna was already corrupted, and it was all that elf's fault.
Why not eat some more and become even stronger? Maybe even strong enough to destroy all elves? If she was strong enough, she could do whatever she wanted, and no one could stop her. She could be a demon princess...no, a demon queen!
Before she even realized what she was doing, Arianna was reaching out and wolfing down fruit after fruit. She was so engrossed in stuffing herself that she didn't notice as her skin grew a dark grayish-blue, her teeth sharpened into points, her hair became black and wild, and her nails became black and claw-like. At that instant, a wave of pain unlike anything she had experienced before resonated through her body.
"Gyaaaaaaa..." Arianna screeched in a voice she almost did not recognize. Clutching herself, she doubled over, and a pair of large, leathery wings sprouted from her shoulder blades. Panting, she raised her head with a wild, feral grin. She would destroy everything that stood in her way. The elves, the church, all would fall. Gingerly stretching out her wings, she flapped them a few times, getting comfortable with the process. Finally, she leapt up, ready to take flight and search for her first target, which would be...