er a long and exhausting day, Kloud finally found herself in her bedroom, surrounded by scattered papers and clothes. She glanced around the messy room and let out a weary sigh. It had been a chaotic day, and she hadn't had the chance to clean up yet. With a mix of frustration and resignation, Kloud realized that she couldn't put it off any longer. Her parents would be furious if they came back to a dirty room.

As she moved with newfound speed and agility, Kloud couldn't help but notice the difference in her physical abilities. Her hair, once short and manageable, seemed to have a mind of its own. It swayed and shifted as she worked, almost as if it had come alive. Her hands trembled slightly, a lingering effect of the pain she had endured earlier. The memory of that mysterious entity and the unsettling changes it had brought upon her remained fresh in her mind.

With each item she picked up, Kloud's thoughts wandered back to the entity. Its true form was beyond her comprehension, existing on a plane that surpassed the understanding of normal humans. She felt like a mere pawn in its grand design, a small cog in a vast and enigmatic machine. "Whatever my ancestors did, they screwed me over big time," Kloud muttered under her breath. She placed her hands on the bathroom counter, staring at her reflection in the mirror.

"How the hell am I going to explain this to Mom and Dad?" Kloud wondered aloud, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and anxiety. She knew her parents had no knowledge of the events that had transpired, that they were three generations removed from whatever their great-great-grandparents had been involved in. It was a tangled web of secrets and consequences that Kloud found herself entangled in.

She combed her hair over her left eye, the one that had turned completely black. It was a stark contrast against her yellow eyes, a visible mark of the entity's presence within her. Kloud's mind raced with the possibilities of how her parents would react. Would they be shocked? Concerned? Angry? She couldn't predict their response, and that uncertainty weighed heavily on her.

"Maybe they won't even see it," Kloud whispered to herself, a small glimmer of hope in her voice. She cared deeply for the small family she had, and the thought of causing them worry or distress tore at her heart. "As long as I don't get them involved, as long as I keep them safe, everything will be fine," she reassured herself, though deep down, doubt gnawed at her.

"That's a tomorrow problem. Yeah, a tomorrow question for when they get home," Kloud decided, pushing the thoughts aside for the time being. She gathered her strength and headed up the stairs, leaving the mess behind. Her moderately-sized bedroom awaited, adorned with a few posters and a laptop lying across her bed. The floor was a chaotic mix of papers and clothes, a reflection of the tumultuous events in her life.

"Shit, I still haven't cleaned it yet," Kloud muttered, feeling a tinge of guilt. Her parents had enough to worry about, and the last thing they needed was to come back to a messy room. She knew she had to get moving, and that's when she noticed something else that had changed. She was faster, moving at breakneck speeds. It was as if her newfound abilities extended beyond her physical appearance.

"Woah, this is amazing," Kloud marveled, momentarily forgetting her frustrations. She marveled at the speed with which she sorted through the clutter, throwing papers into piles and clothes into the hamper. It was a welcome distraction from the turmoil in her mind, a temporary respite from the questions that threatened to consume her.

But even as she reveled in her newfound abilities, doubt lingered in Kloud's heart. Could she trust this transformation? Could she trust the entity that had caused it? It had manipulated her, altered her very being without her consent. It had taken something from her, something she couldn't fully comprehend, and replaced it with something unknown. And with that uncertainty came a lingering fear.

Kloud couldn't shake off the memory of the entity's laugh, an eerie sound that echoed in her ears. It was a laugh filled with malice and power, a reminder that she was not in control. The thought infuriated her, fueled her determination to find answers, to uncover the truth behind her transformation.

You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.

Meanwhile, far away from Kloud's thoughts, a demon named Hovac seethed with anger. With his grass-green hair and soulless black eyes, Hovac had long harbored a deep grudge against the Basetree family. Ever since his defeat in the first world war, he had been plotting their downfall, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Hovac had been contracted by a higher power, an ancient force with an equally strong grudge against the Basetrees. This higher power had granted Hovac immense power over the years, allowing him to manipulate events and influence the lives of those connected to the family. And now, with Kloud's sacrifice of her eye, Hovac's anger reached its peak.

"How dare she?" Hovac roared, his voice reverberating through the dark cavern he called home. The demonic realm echoed with his fury as he paced back and forth, his mind filled with thoughts of revenge. Kloud's eye held immense power, power that could be used to bring about the Basetree family's downfall once and for all. Hovac couldn't let such an opportunity slip through his fingers.

Enraged, Hovac vowed to investigate Kloud further. He needed to know just how much she knew, how much information she possessed about the past and the hidden secrets of her family. He ordered a minor spirit, a loyal servant, to gauge Kloud's knowledge, to find out if she was aware of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

The elderly man known as Xelty swiftly disappeared, his aged form dissolving into the darkness. He embarked on his mission, a silent observer in Kloud's life, gathering information to report back to Hovac. Xelty knew the risks, the consequences of failure, but his loyalty to Hovac was unwavering. He would do whatever it took to carry out his master's bidding.

Meanwhile, far away from Kloud's thoughts, a demon named Hovac, with his grass-green hair and soulless black eyes, seethed with anger. Ever since his defeat in the first world war, he had been plotting the downfall of the Basetree family. Hovac had been contracted by a higher power with a deep grudge against the Basetrees, granting him immense power over the years.

The wrinkled old man, Xelty, opened his eyes slowly, indicating that the Basetree family had indeed received a severance package due to the contract expiring. But when he revealed that Kloud had given up her eye, Hovac's anger reached its peak. He couldn't believe the sacrifice she had made, and the potential power that eye held.

Enraged, Hovac vowed to investigate Kloud further, unsure if she possessed any knowledge of the past. He ordered a minor spirit to gauge her, to find out just how much she knew. The elderly man swiftly disappeared, embarking on his mission to gather information.

Back in Kloud's house, a door creaked open, revealing her parents. Sweat trickled down Kloud's brow as she greeted them, trying to act casual and hide her anxiety. Her mother, a black-haired woman with a sizable bust and piercing red eyes, engaged in playful banter with her father, Xavier, a spiky red-haired man.

Kloud's parents entered the house, and she felt a bead of sweat trickle down her brow. She greeted them with an awkward tone, "Hey, Mom, dad, how was your night out?" Her heart raced, hoping they wouldn't notice her new eye.

"It was good. Your dad is still as weird as ever," her mother, a black-haired woman with a sizable bust and piercing red eyes, responded. Kloud's father, Xavier, a spiky red-haired man, interjected defensively, "I'm not weird; you're the weird one."

"Xavier, I'm telling you that saying you're not weird makes you weird," her mother quipped. Kloud breathed a sigh of relief, realizing they hadn't noticed her altered eye.

"Anyway, Kloud, why are you sweating?" her mother asked, her penetrating gaze fixed on her.

"Just got done cleaning my room," Kloud replied, trying to appear nonchalant and confident.

"Oh, really? What's with the sudden change?" her mother inquired, her red eyes seeming to search for any signs of deception.

"It was getting a little bit annoying, that's all," Kloud responded, mustering a believable excuse. After all, she had gone through ridiculous things, so being bothered enough to clean her room seemed plausible.

"Alright then, go off to bed. We've got to head to work; it's going to be a pain," her mother said, the subject seemingly dismissed.

"That was a relief. Now all I have to do is hold back a bit, and I'll be fine," Kloud thought to herself as she watched her parents head upstairs. She followed suit, entering her moderately sized bedroom. Exhaustion washed over her, a result of the stress and emotions of the day.

As she lay down in bed, Kloud couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and determination. Her mind raced with thoughts of the mysterious entity, her altered eye, and the unknown future that awaited her. Driven by exhaustion, she eventually succumbed to sleep, her dreams haunted by the secrets she carried and the challenges she knew lay ahead.