It was beautiful. The lovely blood of a young adult girl splattered about the area, coating the grass, fallen leaves—with a glistening crimson coat.

Despite it being such an amazing moment for her, this was hard for Calypso to keep watching. Not for sudden pings of sympathy—no—but due to her ingrained dislike to not go after humanity, Cassie’s death throughs were too similar to one.

All there was--was just writhing, all that Cassie could do in this moment. Her hand could not move from the gaping wound it barely covered, the fingers trembling too much to command a stable hold over her neck. Her eyes—less the pupils but the entire set, were shaking, darting about, which prompted the skeletal monster girl to wonder what exactly the vile sack was trying to look for—at. And her legs. Her poor, nonsense, spastic limbs… Trapped in a cycle of trying to step forward, before slamming back into the place. As if the gravity of her blood pooling over her once fashionable black long coat, and her iconic scarf dangling from her sides.

There was so much of it. Calypso did ponder why it was just red, but maybe that was a kink. Kill a Subsumed while they’re human and human ichor shall fall, or something archaic like that.

She tried to crane her head upwards, stuttering and skipping physically as the festering sweat slid down the somehow paler skin. It was poetic, how Calypso was paralyzed at the sight of her elastic mouth—that damn grin that was way too fucking big—mere seconds before, was struggling to form into a wild, but still petrified, shape of agony.

Cassie screamed. It didn’t matter if the gargling got in the way, nor the lack of air she ran into. Interrupted in bouts, but ultimately returning into such a primal call for help.

Calypso just reveled in it.

With a cheeky, self-assured grin—she looked up, to mug the Fly girl with how sharp her victory was. Predictably, the thing twitched—clearly stuck in wanting to help versus self-preservation. If only Calypso could read her obscured eyes, to fully gauge how…

The monster girl noticed something way too late.

It wasn’t just the Fly girl’s disposition—how… It wasn’t panic, not at all. Arms were still crossed, what Calypso thought was her fidgeting was… Waiting, getting out of the way.

The thing that caught Calypso’s gaze and set her mind ablaze was noticing the unguarded part of the Fly girl’s face… Her pursed lips. Again, indication of being on edge—not fear for the enemy, but waiting on baited breath for what she knew what was going happen next.

Then she met Calypso’s gaze. And proceeded to smile.

“CAL--!” Gale screamed out in horror.

Calypso snapped, looking about, waiting for what’s coming to her—whatever it was. But Cassie was still there, still screaming—and there was nothing coming to her.

Until a haze brewed before her, as her confusion spiked looking on at utter insanity.

She finally looked at her claw.

Why was Calypso so fucking reckless? Why couldn’t this stupid mistake of bones notice anything about that victory? Notice the actual details? In fact, she DID notice it, but was oh-so wrapped up in her now-meaningless victory.

And saw that delicious victory literally melt within her hand.

Causing each digit to fall off, as Calypso looked on in shock. Cassie’s very blood had been so hot, so volatile, that it was practically magma.

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Burning, all consuming, The pain hit all at once, but Calypso could at the very least push against her fervent mind screaming, to appear somewhat controlled.

Calypso jumped back, using her free claw, being sure to grab the base of forearm of her melted claw to not get more of Cassie’s blood on her.

Taking in the fact, that the pools that gathered, the spurts of blood that resulted such—it coated the floors of the forest and began to burn them.

But it was fine, Calypso knew she was ultimately. Her healing is much better than before, it was always quick enough to be near-instant. All she had to do was wait for a few seconds.

Then she looked at her ruined claw and felt her heart weigh with despair. What Calypso assumed did happen.

Her digits, along with the bone ridges that defined the look of her claws, they sprouted from the stumps they were rendered into… Only for Cassie’s blood to seep into the wounds—through the healing process, infiltrated past areas it had no reaches in due to such.

So, when it melted her claw again, it was a lot faster, more aggressive.

And was unimaginatively agonizing.

The monster girl got on her spiked knees. Bit down on her full lip, anything to distract from this cruel, unusual torture, to the point that she drew her own blood—despite it being black now.

But it all meant precious little, as the steam grew thick, radiating from the claw, as it struggled to regenerate again. Only for the same, regrettable events to conspire again.

It was Calypso’s turn to scream.

Raw, untamed… But she couldn’t help but linger on the fact by the end of it, it trailed into a pathetic whimpering.

Just in time, to hear such sick cackling.

Turning her head upwards, Calypso saw the script completely flip. Cassie was holding her throat, her entire body shaking up and down with mirth. Her head thrown back, as spurts of blood followed due to the laughter getting higher, louder.

To the point of tears running down her twisted face. It was then, that Calypso knew that she’d lost completely.

“I warned you…” of course the Fly girl had to butt in, at the last moment.

“G-good one!” Cassie shouted out in a rasp, almost as if she was doing it over the sounds of her gargling, like it was a TV cranked up or the sound was akin to some loud party behind her. “I-I gotcha--GOTTA admit, that was pretty fucking smart—I wouldn’t have done that, but I’m a sadistic piece of shit…”

The monster let her coat and scarf fall by the wayside, kicking it away with so much force. It didn’t matter what she wore under it, her entire wardrobe was caked in steaming blood.

Cassie lowered her head. Now showing that her tears were turning that familiar thick, crimson color before transmuting into black and oily. Back and forth, as if reality can’t decide what should be happening there.

“Let’s take the training wheels off, kiddies~”

Instantly, her eyes widened. Not under her control, nor in the bound to the sensibilities of human limitation. They weren’t wide as far as Cassie’s body could be, but they were forced until something audibly tore. Calypso shuddered, trying to figure out what. They bled as a result, her eyes, until they were completely black—still pouring out ever-changing blood from them.

Her face proceeded to break open, around the mouth area. The jaw fell, the cheeks formed a zigzag on each side that stretched until the ears. Of course that this combination created a sense of a demented smile.

Massive bat ears burst from the seams, flicking off the excess that was once human flesh as they twitched until they erected themselves upwards. Through this, Cassie’s Glasgow grin connected with them, giving some form of unity to what was pure and utter chaos.

Extending her arms, her fingers merging into sharpening claws and the arms atrophying into whittled angles—more than anything. Both were to make way for a thin sheet of leather shoot out from then underside. Sliding out, unfolding, giving her the appearance of a wearing a wing suit if one ignored the horrible picture that was being painted for them.

Her body… What was left of her body, it was growing turgid yet taut. Misshaping a red mass of tissue, twitching despite the transformation being relatively quick compared to the rest. Becoming something between an exposed blood vein and an organic blood sack, just stretched oddly. The massive vein lead into and guided the smaller abbreviations, as if each of the monster's limbs were made entirely of them. Pulsating dark blood at the base of each limb and appendance.

“Meet your first SymbiSubsumed, little groundlings!” Cassie screamed in zeal mixed with misplaced terror. As if the little left of Cassie was in pain. In fear of what she’s become as the transformation. "VAMPIRE EDITION!"

After it was all over, Calypso saw the Jaw Consumed flash within her mind. Too quick to know which one, but the message was clear.

This was a total role reversal, as she coward in fear, at the flapping monstrosity that flew directly towards her.