The liquid dissolved the moment it made contact with Thariel's skin.

Some of it did at least- the rest flowed deeper into her body, it packed her lungs and began choking her for a split second before it went back to dissolving.

None were able to reach her stomach and the mixture thankfully stopped around her chest area.

It seemed to favor melding with the bronchial organs of her lungs before suffusing into her bloodstream, where it then circulated through her entire body.

More of the fluid filled her lungs, preventing her from breathing. Adrenaline flooded Thariel's system as a primal sense of panic overtook her mind.

Her racing heart thrummed violently, putting energy into her veins and causing the energy-rich blood it received from her lungs to run a lap around her entire body in record time.

When the energy blessed her cells with its touch, Thariel felt them change. First it was a burning sensation like no other cooking her from the inside, second was agony as her bones, muscles, and skin morphed reformed.

Her body was reaching maturity far faster than it would have done without the bloodrite and Thariel felt literal years move past as she physically grew.

Amidst all the pain, a brief thought came and Thariel wondered if she would still continue to grow after this or if the ritual had aged her to her physical prime.

Would she look like an adult? Why was she worried about this?-

Thariel screamed as her mind began to warp from the sudden onslaught of pain that drilled into her skull, her eyes itched, then burned- they felt like they were starting to melt- Thariel tried to grasp her face but her unresponsive arm remained immobile. Her muscles senile from the torture they had gone through.

Then, all her sensations were cut loose and she got to experience a brew of all the world's agony all at once as her body began to fully mutate.

Her veins carried rivers of fire, her muscles tore and healed, and her skin ripped apart before stitching back.

Thariel felt each and every process that she underwent, from the most minute of details such as her nails being broken down to the searing ache of her organs being torn to the mind breaking pain of her bones being pounded to dust.

When her muscles regained their ability to move, Thariel began to involuntarily twitch, her throat soon followed and she only lurched out air until her empty stomach got the memo that it had gone empty an hour ago.

Oh wait-

What followed after her recovery was her puking and swallowing her own bile over and over again.

It was a repeating cycle of pain that, admittedly, wasn't as bad compared to what was happening to the rest of her body right now.

Clarity with a side-dish of a pounding headache followed after the muscle pain and with it, Thariel realized that the ritual was more or less finished.

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Her body was now healing, reforming into something torn between organic and inorganic all at once. Alive, yet dead.

She was now under the banner of not just the Moon, but the Sun as well. A living paradox who couldn't decide which side it wanted to be on.

Confirmation about her bloodline being awakened came when the pain she was feeling quickly disappeared and was replaced by warmth. Her healing factor had improved.

Thariel fought to open her lethargic eyelids and when they were, she came to the sight of a ceiling overrun by vines and not a midnight sky torn asunder by the presence of a God.

Thariel sniffed and frowned at the smell her nose whiffed from the vines.

There was a disgusting scent coming from the plant, it reminded her of crushed leaves. And not of the good scented kind either, it was the kind of smell you would get from roadside leaves when you crush it with your hands.

Concluding that she couldn't do anything about this, Thariel did her best to ignore it and moved on.

Standing up and failing made the Damphir realize that her strength- however enhanced, - had been sapped from her by the bloodrite ritual. She couldn't even get up on her own with how weak she was.

Thariel placed her palm against the dirt for support, wincing the moment she felt the hundreds of thousands of particles inside the dirt press against her raw skin.

So her senses had sharpened to the point where she can compare herself to regular vampires, who were known to be rather strict with where they live because of it.

Great.

Thariel stood up, she wobbled and fell, she found herself holding onto the edges of the wooden table, the rough patches of everything in the wood didn't feel right to her touch. It was like there are hundreds of bumps, gaps, and hair across its entire surface.

Thariel decided that she needed gloves asap. She didn't want to continue feeling the smallest detail of everything she touched, it just didn't feel right.

Thus, the first thing that Thariel did after awakening her bloodline wasn't to test out her new abilities but instead, to cook up a bucket of slime gel that she eventually molded into a pair of elbow-length gloves.

The vampiric side of her mind had decided to influence the makings of her new glove and Thariel spent another hour or so adding designs to it for aesthetic's sake.

She brewed two new batches of paint- white and green, - and used them to turn the gloves white before adding vine-like line across its surface.

The green strands started from the edges of her glove and ended around her wrist, where they coiled around each other to form a crown-like knot.

The result was so much better than Thariel expected it to be and she guessed that awakening her bloodline had caused her to gain some kind of artistic skill.

It made her wonder if Vampires also had this kind of thing. And if so, it explains why their houses and the things they wear are so pleasing to look at.

Thariel looked at her gloves with a strange feeling of fondness blooming within her chest.

A quick inspection of the feeling got her to realize that it didn't just stay in her heart, that's just where it starts before spreading to the rest of her body.

This made her realize that no, this wasn't just some strange happiness she felt upon gazing at the gloves.

It had something to do with magical energy and when Thariel realized this, she went into a meditative pose and began circulating her energy to check what it was about.

Circulating surge is so much more easier than before. She now had an instinctual understanding for how the energy flows inside her channels as well.

None of that made Thariel feel excited about this development.

There were a lot of problems that came with her new system like for starters; her channels now circulated energy differently than humans, which meant that her mother would no longer be helpful to practicing her magic.

... Wait, wasn't that a good thing?

Her bias aside, she still needed to figure out a way to practice magic with an applicable theory behind it, otherwise she'd just be going into this blindly.

The Plasmononicon was the next best thing she thought of when learning more about magic but if she really wanted to take this seriously then she needed to go to the actual experts.

A.k.a the Vampires.

Thariel didn't want to meet them honestly as they're a bit... Problematic.

Well she can always learn on her own, it was fine.

Thariel got out of the shed, she paused when she saw her mother, "how long have you been waiting here?"

"A while," Clyra vaguely answered, "how was it?"

"I did well," Thariel replied, she looked up at the moon, "everything feels so different now,"

And wasn't that an understatement? She could feel the smallest shift in the night air from the barest hints of water particles present within the wind.

If she were to put her feelings into words, it would be that there's a sense of weight to the air whenever it touched her skin.

The feeling wasn't universal however, like for example, the air that struck her cheek had more weight while the one that caressed her lips felt so much lighter.

What did this mean? A difference in humidity most likely.

But what did that mean?

Thariel had no clue, she still lacked experience to tell the actual difference, let alone make weather predictions based off of those kinds of details.

It would be possible one day though, she's seen Vampires in the spin off game predict the weather like it was nothing.

Thariel shivered when another breeze struck her face, it came from the west and the cheek facing it felt the weight of the air as heavier than normal. Rain?

"I need a mask," Thariel decided, she didn't have time to worry about these sorts of things when she already had so many things to work on.

"I don't have a mask," Clyra deadpanned.

"No-" she forgot Clyra was with her!

"I'll work on it when I come back from the forest," Thariel corrected herself, she really didn't have the time for this, "for now, I should probably get my things ready,"

"You don't need to, they're all in the living room and you just need to pick them up,"

Thariel paused, she looked at her mother, then silence. She nodded, "thank you,"