Morissa was blown back in an explosion of golden light, tearing up the finely decorated chambers where she preferred to feed on her victims, pulling paintings off the wall, blowing over artifacts coerced from their owners by Morissa's ever-useful wand of compulsion, and making the curtains whip like there was a hurricane in the room.
Morissa righted herself quickly, and as the light died away, she beheld the true form of her supposed victim.
"Oops," said Morissa.
There, floating two inches off the ground, was Mariska, reborn as a beautiful angel of steel. Golden light flooded her eyes and mout, and large silver wings stretched out beside her. Her gaze turned to the vampiress, and she spoke in a voice that filled the room like molten gold. "OOPS, INDEED," she said.
Trying to keep her eyes locked on the strange creature as long as possible, Morissa glanced toward her wand of compulsion, on the floor a few feet away, and began a slow, stealthy sidle over toward it.
The angel continued to speak. "MORISSA THORNE," She said, raising an accusatory finger to the vampire, "I AM THE MAGIC EATER, ENVOY OF THE GREAT KIOS, GODDESS OF JUSTICE AND BALANCE. YOUR ACTIONS HAVE GONE UNCHECKED FOR TOO LONG. THE SCALES MUST BE BALANCED. PREPARE YOURSELF."
Morissa made a quick tumble, snatching her wand from the ground, and immediately firing it's beam toward the strange angel. Even though Morissa was fast, the Magic Eater was immediate, right up next to Morissa before she even realized it had moved. The wand's beam flew harmlessly into the ground. Morissa watched helplessly as the steel woman effortlessly wrested the wand from her hand, and brought it close to her face. "NOT THIS TIME," she said, snapping like a twig between her fingers. The wand exploded in a torrent of blue-green mist, with an otherworldly glow. The Magic Eater closed her eyes, and took a slow, deep breath, inhaling all of the mist into her glowing mouth.
Morissa staggered back in confusion and horror as the strange creature turned to face her. As it advanced, she couldn't help noticing that her attacker's steel curves had filled out somewhat. Her thighs were thicker, her hips were wider, and her stomach wasn't nearly as sculpted. The now-voluptuous creature moved slowly toward the shellshocked vampire girl. Morissa felt the Magic Eater's vice grip tighten on her shoulders, lifting her up off the ground. The Magic Eater stared deep into her with it's glowing eyes, and then deeply inhaled. Moriss screamed as an otherworldly heat filled her body, her vision filled with red.
And then, suddenly, it was over. Morissa crumpled to the ground, as the last of the magic drained from her. She looked up at the face of the Magic Eater, who was licking her lips. Her softened stomach had inflated to a roll of steel fat, resting comfortably on her generous, child bearing hips. The creature seemed almost preoccupied with itself, cradling it's belly fondly.
Morissa, still lying broken on the floor, looked down at her hands. The color had rushed back into her eerily pale skin, and she felt a warmth from within herself. "I'm..." She said, weakly.
"ALIVE," the Magic Eater said, "WELCOME TO THE HUMAN RACE, MORISSA THORNE."
A zap of energy, and the chubby angel was gone.
Morissa was left on the floor of her chambers, broken. And human.
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So what will a newly de-vampired human do?
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