...Morningstar's.
It was inevitable really. You could feel the call of the place on your soul. You remember, before, that Morningstar's was a siren song, whispering words of pleasure into your mind. But now, it's the clash of battle, drawing you towards it with the promise of fighting and brutality.
You enter into the place, fire and brimstone all about. No goods, only fire, rock, and the sound of faint screams of tormented souls. Well, that and a sharply dressed man, black hair, goatee, perfectly tailored suit, waiting in back. Seems like you've hit the veritable devil in disguise. Without waiting, he seems to almost stalk up to you, like a jungle cat sniffing out prey. He's satisfied with what he sees at least as his expression goes from almost hungry to something much more friendly. "Welcome to Morningstar's my dear" voice sophisticated, a hint of a British accent in there. "And how may I help you this fine day?"
You blink, gathering thoughts. It's not like you're dumb but the past two stores have had, well, inventory. "Well, 'm kinda' new 'round here. Ya' know, former mortal, tryin' out my new eternity, wonderin' what ya' stock here."
"Oh, may things my dear!" he gives a sophisticated sounding laugh that puts you a bit at ease. "But I imagine you have your role rather well in hand and want some help getting the last few pieces, hmmm?"
"Yeah, 's about right." you shrug, a slight grin on your face as your movements stimulate you again. Man, fightin's gonna kick ass! "Started as a Succubus, ain't sure how much is left but, eh, 's not right fer me, ya' know?"
"Yes, I can tell. You still look *quite* delicate from the knees up. I imagine you want something a touch more..." he looks you over, as if surveying, "combative?"
You grin, broad. Huh, your teeth are a bit sharper, cool. "Mmmhmmm, Nothin' wrong with a succubus. Just not me, ya' know? Don't mind keepin' most of me, just...kinda more kickass."
"That can be arranged my dear. I have just the look. Now, do hold still." as he concentrates, hands beginning to glow red and black as you feel...weird.
The first thing you notice is how...small the store is getting. You were petite before. Not now. By the time the feeling of vertigo stops you top 6 feet, easily. Your hooves have grown too, wider and thicker things, better to support your most likely growing weight and height. "Is that good?" Of course it is. He knows his craft, just like a master tailor.
"Mmmhmmm, yer' not stoppin' there, right?" You're not concerned just...well, tall is good but you're too...lithe.
He laughs, hands beginning to glow again as if in response. This time, your body feels the change, it's like you're beginning to feel constricted by your latex-like skin, muscle starting to bunch up as fat turns to strength and girlish curves become defined. What was once a delicate stomach is now filled with visible abs, teeth on the "mouth" rippling with malice. Arms have biceps and triceps, making the beasthead tattoo you sport even more deadly looking, as if it'll leap out and kill someone. Your chest grows a bit too, leather outfit straining before it releases some slack. All over your frame, you're becoming more and more toned, more like the demon you're meant to be. But there's something else too. Where before aches and pains felt like a delicious mix of pleasure and pain, right now, it just feels...good. Like a good burn, filling you, almost like a rush. Pain feels good, doesn't it? And it feels good in a way that pleasure never will.
"And there, how do you feel?" He steps back, admiring your form like a master would a sculpture.
"Mmm, fuckin' great!" You laugh, surprised at how...well, scary your voice has gotten. Some of its old nature is still there, but it's quite intimidating now. You look down at your body as you take yourself in. Your horns are longer and deadlier; a bit thicker than before and curving forward. Your tail, once whip-like is now strong, a razor-head replacing your once decorative one. You've got honest to goodness claws now, sharp things, faintly glowing with crimson energy when you focus. Your face is older too, still a little recognizable as the succubus that left the costume shop but without any softness and innocence, replaced by strength. Your body is pure muscle, tall and stronger than any mortal and most supernatural creatures. Even your skin, once shiny and squeaky, now looks a little duller, more rough and ready. Just like you.
Staring out into the mall you can't help but notice that the stores that were there before are still there, beckoning you. One last store, before you start your new life. Nodding to yourself you head to....