Astara fell to her hands and knees, coughing up blood, and her body was STILL CHANGING, and she still had no clue into -what-! She didn't
have to wait for long. She felt like her skin had become two sizes too small for her as she ordered her body to move but it wasn't able to. And
unlike on TV her opponent wasn't going to wait for her to finnish changing. Dana raised a fist ready summoning a iron rod as wide as Astara's
head intending to crush it flat.
Barry made his choice and ran straight to Dana's side. Dana smiled until Barry grabbed her arm and futilely tried to pull Dana's arm back.
'Stupid human.' She back handed him, she heard bones snap, she didn't care, the idiot had already made his choice.
Astara DIDN'T UNDERSTAND! Barry was human again! He had everything he had wanted for thousands of years! He was free of her! He was no
longer her servant! He was going to get back the world of humans that no longer existed that he and Dana had wanted back so badly! But . . .
he had STOOD BY HER! He had... TRIED TO SAVE HER! 'Why . . . why, WHY? I'll DO anything! I'll BE anything, just let me understand WHY!'
Astara however, in those precious few seconds, reached her limit, screaming tears running down at the pain. Her skin split down the back
almost like a cocoon. Light and red blood (rather strange since demon blood was black) and the old skin fell away. Flawless bright pink skin
tasted air for the fight as Astara pulled herself out of her old body now just a layer of skin.
Her two wings were now charcoal gray feathers rather rather than black leather, and she had feet now father than hooves and gold clawed
hands rather than talons. Her hair was still black but now shorter. She was taller now but her chest was about half the size it had been but her
figure was decidedly still female. She looked at Dana in confusion, Dana as stunned as she was.
Dana was completely confused at what she saw . . . Astara's new blue eyes had a slight swirl of color to them, Dana recognized it instantly, but
also knew it was impossible. That was the hallmark of the spark of humanity that existed within all of Astara's transformed fiends. All the
fiends had inhabited this realm, had had that spark, all except Astara. And the spark Dana no longer possessed.
Meanwhile at the same time, Barry's limb body, for whatever reason, began to stir, or rather, what was within began to spin, and a line of light
appeared down Barry's naked back as his skin split open, and the old body was discarded, and out crawled Bara . . . or rather, she bore a close
resemblance to Bara. Her wings however were charcoal gray rather than black leathery wings. Her eyes were now blue instead of red, and within
the swirl of color that was the mark of that tiny spark of human.
Bara looked at herself in confusion, not understand how this happened. But at the same time, there was this strange . . . 'peace' to it.
As Bara looked around, she FELT IT too . . . the realm was no longer decaying . . . and she could wear she could feel it in her bones . . . it was
losing some of it's menacing edges.
"667th Princess of demons Dana," Astara, was it Astara? The voice was the same, but her manner and tone were just so different, "You've lost
the one thing that would have made you a worthy princess of this realm if you were to topple me . . . Bara saved me. Now I'm going to save
you."