Mag Beast Leveling

Lyra's eyes fell on Vincent and Vira, and the atmosphere hung heavy with dread.

That was when she locked her gaze on them, piercing their souls, looking for a crack in their armor to exploit.

Vincent was glued to Lyra's eye contact; that would really bother him.

There was something disquieting about her, something that made him want to turn away.

Vira, on the other hand, was still at her full height, her elemental form burning with rage. "You're not going to hurt us," she said breathlessly, venom dripping from her voice.

Lyra smiled, her lips twisting up into a sadistic smile.

"Oh, yes, I am," she said, her voice husky and sultry.

"Well, you see, I have something of a reputation for being … ruthless.

Lyra's body was changing, twisting and bending, her limbs extending into forms that no longer even resembled that of a human.

Her complexion became a vivid scarlet color, and her eyes blazed with a fiery desire.

As he processed this information, his stomach churned; Lyra wasn't human.

She was something entirely different, something monstrous.

"You are all fools!" the sorcerer laughed as he watched it all unfold.

"Yes, Lyra is one of my most prized possessions," he said with an evil rasp.

"She kind of has a bit of a... bloodlust."

Lyra looked at Vincent and stepped a bit closer to him.

She had an inner fire that lit up her eyes as she reached out and touched his face.

Lyra's touch made Vincent tingle from all his points; a sudden energy ran through his body. He attempted to separate, but Lyra's hands were a vice.

Vira seized the opportunity and struck, unleashing a wave of elemental energy that sent Lyra soaring across the room.

The beast slammed down into the wall with a wet smack, its intestines trailing a bloody smear across the stone.

They heard sound footsteps echoing outside as they caught their breath.

It's growing louder.

Suddenly doors burst open.

And a group of heavily and responsibly armed crusaders stormed in.

They wore black armor decorated with skulls.

With their faces covered by masks

Introduction of the Leader, a tall figure in red armor

His mask glinted gold.

The leader rasped, Voice low and menacing, "We've been tracking you.

"They have something that belongs to us."

Vincent snorted, "What do we have that you want?

A growl that sounded like a sinister chuckle from a low man

"Oh, we want your souls."

The rest of the warriors moved forward forming semi-circle around Vincent Vira as leader spoke

And their blades drawn, catching light

Battle about to begin

The crimson-painted warrior leader took a step closer to Vincent and Vira.

He spoke in a low, menacing voice, his mask glinting gold in the room's dim light.

"We see you; we tracked you for some time," he added, malicious intonation dripping from his voice.

"We know all about your little bond, your connection to the Devourer.

Vira's eyes briefly narrowed, her elemental fury burning like orange fire.

"What do you want from us?" she spat.

The leader cackled once more, the sound freezing Vincent to the bone.

"Oh, we want your souls," he said again. "'You see, our master has a slight... appetite for power.

And it is your souls that will unlock that power."

Vincent growled, hand on the hilt of his sword.

"You can never take our souls," he said firmly.

The leader beamed again, the mask winking in delight.

"We'll see about that," he said.

The swords of the warriors shone with a brilliant flash in the light as they encircled Vira and Vincent as he spoke.

A hush of silence filled the air as the two huddles went up against each other.

Lyra, who was still recovering from Vira's blast of elemental energy, watched the unfolding scene with interest.

She appeared to be having a good time, her eyes shining with excitement.

The sorcerer laughed with glee from the sidelines.

"Yes, this is going to be fun," he told himself.

As the battle began, Vincent found himself surrounded by multiple foes at the same time.

His sword whirred through the air, hitting true over and over.

But there were no end warriors.

More and more kept coming.

Vira stood valiantly next to him, her elemental form burning with fury.

But even she began to tire.

They fought together, and their bond became stronger.

But it wasn't enough.

Enter Lyra just when all hope seemed lost. Her body twisted in ways that seemed impossible for a human woman.

Her fingers sank through them, through their skin, through their flesh, and made them shatter into silk haze, a veil of screaming agony that sent them crashing to the ground.

For a moment, it felt as if Lyra stood beside them, fighting.

But then she became Vincent Vira.

Her eyes blazed with inner fire.

"There's no reason to treat others like this," she spat.

"I'm doing this because I want

Lyra shifts once more, contorting her body and beginning to speak.

Her limbs grew to crooked angles, we humans.

Deep shade of crimson colored her skin.

She had a burning fire within her eyes that only consumed everything in its path.

With hypnotic and horrific transformation, Lyra became.

Her body started to twist into different angles, her limbs sliding into places only inhuman joints could go, more snake than woman.

Her flesh blazoned brilliant red, and her eyes ignited with an internal flame that threatened to incinerate all it touched.

Horrified, Vincent and Vira beheld the peak of Lyra's transformation. Now, all that was left of her humanity was a soulless beast, the tunnels and corners of her empty mind filled with the echoes of bone crushing and the bursting of flesh, strong thumbs smeared with blood.

Just then, the warriors who had been attacking Vincent and Vira were now focused on Lyra. They rushed at her with swords flashing, but she was undaunted.

Lyra flicked a hand and hurled the warriors across the room.

They slammed against the walls, sickening thuds, broken bodies, battered bodies.

After the last warrior fell, Lyra focused back on Vincent and Vira. Her eyes were lit with an inner flame, and her voice was low and husky.

"I'm not going to kill you," she said with venom in her tone.

"At least, not yet."

Vincent and Vira shared a nervous look. They were aware they could not trust Lyra, not after what they had just seen.

"What do you want from us?" Vincent, his hand resting on his hilt, asked.

Lyra smiled, her mouth curling into a malicious smirk.

"I'm going to bring you with me," she said. "I have someone who wants to meet you."

Vira's eyes narrowed. "Who is it?" she asked.

Lyra's smile grew wider. "Someone who will change your life forever," she said.

Lyra stretched her arm and grabbed Vincent's arm as she talked.

She wrenched him closer to her, her fingers a vise.

Vincent attempted to break free, but Lyra only held on tighter.

He was being dragged toward some unknown fate, with no way out .

Vira attempted to follow, but the sorcerer did up to this point.

He raised hand, cast spell and Vira crashed on ground.

As Vira, the sorcerer cackled gleefully. "You will never see your precious Vincent again," he spat.

Vira growled, flinging herself at the sorcerer.

But he disappeared into the air, and all that remained was cruel laughter.

Vira finally got her feet, herself alone in the room.

The door slammed shut behind Lyra Vincent, leaving only a few inches of clearance to the frame.

She beat on doors and screamed Vincent's name until her voice became hoarse and her throat dry.

But their answer

Only silence.