Each inhale made her feel like she was falling backwards, and exhaling felt like someone had shoved her at point of where her shoulder blades met the ribs. She moved her arms accordingly, struggling to keep her balance that wasn't thrown off. The muted colors of the room then exploded into brightness, really throwing her off physically and she crashed to the floor with a yelp. Above her, a rune seemed to be unaffected by these psychedelic changes. It stayed still, pulsing a heartbeat, pouring red light down at her.
"It's only a matter of time..." a dark voice whispered from below her. Cloyingly sweet in her ears, tugging at her heart, and her arousal. "And you know just how much time I have, do you not? As much as I need..."
Synestra moaned, her head wheeled around and she rolled onto her stomach. Her breathing wrenched her lungs violently, and her hand slipped on the polished oak floor. She crashed down again, her head slamming to the floor. It sent a ripple of pain through her eyes, which she squeezed shut tight. Someone was screaming. Someone was screaming in pain.
"Is it me?" she wondered for a brief moment before she unleashed another scream. Her bat-like wings sprouted from her back, shedding hawk-pattern feathers that grew in uneven splotches along the sheet.
"Silly little succubus..." whispered the voice, phantasmal fingers rolled up the curve of her hip. "What are you trying to do?"
Synestra dug her nails into the floor and they transformed into claws. She wrenched up an entire plank of wood and spun, throwing it at the ceiling. The jagged end of the plank pierced through the rune. It instantly drained of its color, the red light that seemed to flood the room was sucked back into it in a vortex of anti-light as a high, rattling scream echoed in Synestra's head. The building shook, and Synestra just held on to the new hole she made in her floor until it ended.
When all went quiet, she gasped, and let her consciousness slip away to rest.
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