Nyx continued to sit, burning the obese man's facial features into his mind's eye as he listened to the footsteps gradually fading into the distance.

He was almost as disgusting as Nyx imagined him to be.

Pockmarked face, beady eyes and enough chins that Nyx, even with his exceptional memory, couldn't accurately recall.

A flash of anger swept past, Nyx's cold eyes for a brief moment, as he imagined scenes that many would consider horrific, before returning to their emotionless state.

Nyx, at that moment, had just decided upon a new, yet unsurprising, objective.

Hit internal kill list had received its second name.

While it wasn't as objectively as significant as destroying his soul gem, or the old man that might know something about his true identity, on an emotional level, as well as a desire to reclaim some of his lost dignity, Nyx actually felt as if slaughtering the fat pig of a man was slightly more critical.

Nyx had no fear of death, having experienced it so many times. In fact, he looked forward to returning to the abyss once this was over, more so now than ever before, but he had a long-standing rule that any who made his list, must die first.

It was one of many rules Nyx had set up early on. Its primary purpose was to create a fixed set of guidelines that he would live by. This made it easier to accept and come to terms with not only what he had become, but what he had been forced to do.

While he couldn't dispute that the rules had somewhat helped to twist his mind, he couldn't deny their effectiveness.

Especially during his darkest moment, where his soul was in great turmoil, and he feared that one wrong decision would send him spiralling out of control.

Remembering the rule and adding the repulsive man to the list, Nyx was visible calming down at an impressive rate, yet he knew that yet another trauma had been added to the ever-growing tally in his soul.

Even now, he felt his skin repulsively crawl as if it were covered in a million ants and all he wanted to do was jump into a sea of scalding water.

After taking a few more deep breaths, Nyx finally managed to get his emotions under control before slowly counting to ten and centring himself.

While this embodiment had been one of the most mentally disturbing, it wasn't as disadvantageous as some.

This mindset, being able to quickly adapt to the situation at hand, was the main reason why Nyx had lasted so long under his previous master, as well as the many embodiments.

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In his original life, even though he had never walked onto a stage, he had been called a natural method actor by man. Surprisingly, during the later tribulations, he found that the quickest way to adapt was to embrace his new body and situation completely, merging his old self with the new.

However, the current situation he found himself in was fundamentally different from before, and Nyx could only slowly look down to confirm what his soul already knew.

The tops of two small, yet perky breasts soon came into sight, large, angry looking scars and discoloured, purple bruises crisscrossing their surface.

His breasts were small, but they were still large enough to block his view. So Nyx was forced to lean his head forward to see further below, but the pain in his body abruptly stopped him.

He hadn't tried to look in a perverse sense, Nyx just needed to confirm, without a shadow of a doubt, the presence, or lack of, his privates to fully accept that he now inhabited the body of a woman.

Letting out a bitter, self-deprecating sigh, Nyx started to move his body, trying to use the table for support as he adjusted his position only to find, that no more than five foot away, was a full body mirror hanging on the wall.

Nyx, in his current state, didn't even want to consider why there would be a mirror in the room, precisely opposite the table. However, he was slightly relieved.

If he could see himself completely, he would be able to accept his new form quicker and move onto other matters.

Spotting a small, tattered cloth on the ground nearby, Nyx grabbed it with shaky hands and immediately started to try and wipe the gross, slimy liquid that had begun to dry on his legs and crotch.

There was no experimentation or investigation of his new body, even the slightest touch bringing mind-numbing pain accompanied by a stinging sensation, as Nyx grit his teeth and thoroughly scraped away, trying to remove every trace of the foul pig who had ejaculated in him earlier.

Throwing away the cloth as if it was his mortal nemesis and sole focus of hatred, Nyx shakily stood using the table for support, trying ignoring the fact that the dirty rag was unable to completely remove the substance from his body, and turned towards the mirror.

Several, agonising, haphazard steps later, giving Nyx the impression that his body was far more damaged than what he had initially thought, Nyx arrived in front of the mirror.

Placing his palms each side of the mirror, using the wall to support his body, Nyx finally got to have a good look at himself.

An incredibly thin woman that appeared to be around the age of eighteen, with soft, white looking skin and dark blue, abyss-like eyes stared back. She had a head of light-brown hair that had apparently been cut short without any care or attention.

Her face was sharp yet in an enchanting way. The definition of her jaw complimented her small nose and mouth almost perfectly.

Nyx frowned slightly as he recognised some of the traits, having had interactions with the secretive race of elves in his previous experiences, if you call assassination and murder interaction, and was almost sure that this woman had some sort of elven ancestry.

Lifting one of his arms, and almost losing his balance, Nyx moved his short hair out of the way and revealed normal, human-looking ears.

"Must be a distant lineage," muttered Nyx, not that he cared. Apart from their eyesight and hearing, which anyone could improve with cultivation, the race didn't have many benefits over the average human.

Moving on, Nyx noticed that the woman's head was attached to a long, slender neck that would be the envy of any woman but, just below the collarbone, the image of a beautiful woman was shattered.