I stared at the thing squirming and writhing in front of me. It was a huge mass of tentacles, teeth, hands, dicks, and eyes. It was like I was looking at some disturbed teenager’s lovecraftian OC, and what was worse is I got the feeling that this hideous thing was supposed to represent me.

I wasn’t a good person. I knew that my, family knew that, and my victims typically figured that out pretty quickly. I was a monster crammed into the body of a human, and that was something I had long since come to terms with. I lived a life that most would be horrified of, and I had died a gruesome death at the hands of someone I had done unspeakable things to. No one would mourn for me, and when I had taken my last breath I had been expecting hellfire instead of pearly gates. Still, I didn’t think I was… this.

I was a monster, yes, but a monster with a code. I only took action against evil people, the ones that were irredeemable and society wouldn’t miss much. Abusers, murderers, serial rapists, and drug lords were my targets. I didn’t prey on those that didn’t deserve it. That was the one line I had refused to cross, and probably the only reason my family hadn’t turned me in when they discovered my dark little hobbies.

The thing in front of me didn’t look like it was even capable of anything besides killing, eating, and fucking. It wasn’t a reflection of myself, or if it was then it was a horribly twisted and distorted version that showcased my worst qualities and neglected my best.

“This won’t do at all. I refuse to look like this, image is an important part of how others view you and looking like this would be… bad.”

With concentrated effort I twisted the monstrosity in front of me into an exact duplicate of myself. Staring into my own green eyes I finally saw what my victims were talking about, my eyes seemed to ooze out a sort of intangible menace that deeply disturbed me as I stared into them. Shivering I decided I would need to change that too. I was handsome, fit, and stood just shy of six foot. I had a mature air mixed with a youthful and boyish charm, and my tussled dark hair seemed to only accent my sharp features. I had never had much of a problem approaching my targets, but my looks had always been a double edged sword. I could get close to people fine enough, but I also tended to put them on guard. I also looked pretty intimidating to some, and that had scared off my prey more than once.

“Let’s change things up. A new life needs a new look, after all.”

Playing around with the body in front of me I started shaping it towards the appearance I had imagined. I wanted my new body to radiate innocence and charm, I wanted it to look like the sort of person no one in their right mind would ever even consider could be a murderer. My new body should serve as both a disguise for my true nature and also the strongest piece of evidence against my future actions.

I shortened my height to somewhere around five foot five inches, and I softened everything about the body. Gone were the muscles of my past, what replaced them was soft, slender, and supple flesh. My facial features weren’t the sharp and hard lines of the past, they were soft and deceptively feminine in nature now. I brought in the broad shoulders, lengthened the eyelashes, and made the adams apple far less pronounced and much more subtle. Slender fingers, soft palms, thinner and longer legs, and a drastic reduction of all body hair helped to complete the look.

Staring down at my dick I briefly considered getting rid of it and going through this new life as a girl, but I quickly shook my head and discarded that thought completely. I was fine looking girly enough to be a trap straight out of anime, but there was no way I was getting rid of my own dick willingly. I decided that I needed to add an extra inch onto my package as an apology for even thinking about getting rid of it. I may enjoy torturing and killing people, but I liked sex just as much. I wasn’t about to sacrifice one completely just to make the other a little easier to get away with, and I certainly wasn’t about to try out switching sides and playing for the other team.

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Looking back up I found myself staring at the girliest girly boy I could ever imagine existing. If I lengthened the hair and changed the style I wouldn’t even be able to recognize this body as have coming from my own. So I went about doing just that.

I grew out the short hair to a the point it hung past my shoulder and convinced the hair that it was naturally supposed to be a soft white color and rest in a wild messy style. Next I worked on the texture, I wanted it to be both softer and fluffier than the best quality wool, but also strong and durable. I really didn’t want to have to deal with the hassles of long hair either, so I convinced the body that it should simply maintain this length and never grow beyond it.

Next were the eyes, I was sort of attached to the green of my eyes so I decided to keep them green. I widened the eyes, increased the iris size slightly, and gave them a soft watery look that only played up the innocent and helpless look of the whole body. Brightening the green to a warmer forest color, I decided to add soft turquoise flecks around the edges of the iris for good measure. I gave my pupils a dark and warm depth that I would never have been able to replicate naturally, and finished things out by adding a number of new lenses and receptors to each eye. No night blindness for this body, it would be able to see as easily in the dark as any nocturnal predator.

Stepping back from my work I inspected the body I had just created. It looked weak, beautiful, innocent, and most of all approachable. It wasn’t some extreme beauty that would intimidate others into avoiding it, it had a softer beauty that verged on the cuteness of youth. It didn’t look like it could carry anything heavier than fifty pounds, but in that soft flesh was muscle that was the dense muscle of the lovecraftian monster its body once was. It looked sweet and innocent, but beneath those looks would lie my own mind and all the darkness I carried within it. The eyes were warm, welcoming, and trusting; nothing like the dark eyes that sometimes shown with a disturbing intention that they once were. Overall the bodies age looked to be anywhere between its early teens to early twenties.

In short it was perfect.

“Alright, I’m done.”

Glancing behind me I saw the smoky figure inspect the body I had crafted from afar.

“Are you sure? I think the first form suited you much better…”

I grimaced and felt another shiver of disgust come over me as I thought back to the eldritch horror I had first been presented with.

“Yes, I’m sure. Very sure.”

The smoky figure simply shrugged at my words.

“Fine then, you’re the one who will be living in it I guess… Anyway, I’ve pumped this vessel full of enough mana to drown an elder dragon. You should have no problem gaining enough strength to do what it is you do, and while you might not have those ridiculous divine gifts of the heroes you should beat them out in terms of sheer quantity of mana. Not even all four of them combined should be able to match the amount you’ll have crammed in that body of yours…”

I simply nodded at that. I didn’t really care about the heroes, as long as they didn’t become the sort of people I hunted then I couldn’t imagine we would be interacting much.

“Now, I know you may have some reservations about our deal, but I really do just want what’s best for my world. Those idiot gods only bandage the problem with the occasional hero summoning, you are my solution. No more half measures, amputating the rotting limb is better than letting that rot spread. You’ll be my saw, I need you to cut away all the rot… no matter the consequences…”

The smoky figure began to rant to itself in metaphors that made less and less sense to me. Still I got the gist of things. I was brought here and given this new opportunity for life because this insane smoke figure was concerned about the continual decline of his world. Political corruption, social injustice, and a disturbing hunger for power at any cost were spreading everywhere across his world. Evil was growing, and the gods of the world weren’t doing enough to stop it. That’s where I came in.

Fight fire with fire, stamp out evil with another kind of evil.

I was a monster, I have been one for as long as I can remember. I enjoy torturing and killing people. I love breaking a person down and reshaping them psychologically into something new. I like toying with the hearts and minds of people as much as I like toying with their physical bodies. I am a sick, twisted, evil, mockery of what a human should be. And most of all, I hate others like me.

I hunt evils like me because I can’t stand them, and those evils that I can’t bend and twist into something new that can follow me, I mercilessly and cruelly destroy.

I am Lux Decon, and I am the sin eater.