Nova waned to resist, scream, anything, but something was calling her. Something in the distance, something she needed. Reluctantly, her new form turned away from the grinning demon. What was first a slow lope became a full-on sprint on all fours. She didn't even have time to consider how she knew how to run on four legs, instead barreling forward, leaving a trail of singed ground and leaves behind her.
As she got closer to her target, Nova slowed involuntarily. Crouching in the shadows, her searing flame receded to the point that she was one with the darkness, apart from the reflection of her eyes. As she lurked there, she spotted her target: the wizened old man. Muttering to himself, the ugly codger was gathering up logs to use as firewood, a ramshackle cabin in the distance. And past that, the hole. The hole where her body lay. Where countless bodies lay. Nova could almost see it with her undead eyes. However, there was something that required her attention first.
Nova didn't know why the murderous old man looked up. Maybe instinct. Maybe one predator recognized another. However, before he could react, long canines sunk into his neck as his flesh sizzled and popped. A soundless scream escaped his gaping mouth as his eyes boiled in their sockets. Nova shook the lifeless body, but she was still unsatisfied. There was something more she had to do.
Opening her maw, Nova allowed the old man's body to fall back to the ground. Then, with her cruel claws, she sliced open his chest. Something shone there with a dark light, almost like a miniature black hole. Some part of Nova's consciousness deduced it was the man's soul, black as night. However, the hellhound that she now was knew what it desired. Nova ripped the soul from the body with her toothy jaws, then tilted her head back to let it slide down into her belly. Something warm and oddly comfortable spread through her body.