His strength was leaving him like a leaking water tank. Guess this is it for him, huh? Heh, it wasn't so bad. It might not be enough to redeem himself after all the sins he had committed, but Crow was glad he was able to help the people he could call his friends one last time.
Their cries and calls for him were growing fainter as his eyelids became heavy. He's just going to sleep a bit, alright? No need for the waterworks.
His hand would subconsciously point at nowhere in particular. Words subconsciously left his lips without him truly realizing it.
And then, he felt his hand land on the cold, hard ground of the Infernal Castle.
The last thing he heard was a voice of a woman...
Darkness. No light to be found where he was at right now. It was like the abyss swallowed all the sources of light in the world, with no warmth to be found. It was cold, but Crow didn't feel cold. He knew he wasn't going to be taken by the Goddess, but was Gehenna supposed to be in an arctic environment?
He understood the darkness, but the flames seemed to be missing. The terrorist- er, former terrorist looked around before a melodic voice began to sing, their tune resounding throughout the neverending black of the darkness. That sounds... familiar.
Crow looked around again, head twirling around to find the source. He couldn't even run in the direction of the voice! It was like it as though it was coming from everywhere! Suddenly, the silver-haired male fell to his knees, the strength he had suddenly disappeared from him. His stamina seemed to be non-existent as his eyelids started to fall once more. The Azure Awakener felt like he was being sucked, sinking into the darkness.
"What the hell is going on...?" Crow grunted as he tried his damnedest not to slumber.
It was a futile attempt as an azure-colored bird flew past him, its feathers glistening in a luminous blue.
And then, he fell asleep.
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Light peeked through the window as the morning rays of the sun greeted the young Chevalier. It was enough to stir him awake. Crow didn't know how much time had passed since he lost consciousness, but he didn't care enough to question how the hell he fell asleep in Gehenna. The man groaned lowly as he opened his eyes.
"Ugh..." Groaning, his vision started to return. "...Wait, what the...?"
Instead of seeing a red, fiery sky or the eternal darkness he expected, Crow saw a cream-colored ceiling. That confused him, enough for the Azure Awakener to sit up. Though, he was quickly met with another dilemma with two mysteries blooming to life.
First: Strands of sandstone-colored hair fell on his face instead of silver.
Second: A strange jiggle sensation came from his chest when he sat up.
"Is this some sort of punish-" Crow immediately grabbed his throat. That wasn't the voice that should be coming out of him!
When his eyes drifted downward, everything slowly made sense... Kinda? His eyes grew wide, and he swore he could almost feel blood running up to his nose and ready to come down.
"Tits?!"
Yes, a large pair of breasts were glued on his chest, being hugged by an azure nightgown. Any sane person's initial reaction would be surprised, which Crow had. The next thing they would do is to test if they were dreaming— and he did just that by giving those mounds of flesh-hungry squeezes. A sensation completely foreign to him flowed through his body as he arched his back.
"W-Whoa~!"
Now that he confirmed it was a dream, the next step would be to question how in the world did he become a woman, right?
...
Right...?
Well... In Crow's case, he just kept on squeezing his new tits with a pervy smile and flushed cheeks. He wasted no time in checking his new equipment too.
"Hehe, if this is heavenly punishment, then I'm glad to receive it! Aaaah~!"
Crow moaned before he grinned with flushed cheeks. All right, he should check out his new body. The former terrorist got up as his breasts with his movements. If a grin could get wider, it did just now. The former male quickly went toward the bathroom to check his new bod out.
As he opened the door to the bathroom to check his appearance, his horniness shifted into shock as big amethyst eyes stared back at him.
Long sandstone-colored hair accompanied with amethyst orbs, a beauty mark just right under the left eye. Large breasts concealed by a see-through blue-colored nightgown, black lingerie beneath the silky fabric that covered the privates. Wide hips that could make any man swoon if swayed, and a waist women would envy.
A familiar pair of long, slender legs that reminded him of his days looking at them back when he was still forming the Imperial Liberation Front, and how she used them to please him.
"I turned into... Vita...?" was all Crow could say as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.
His old body with a gaping hole in his chest was no more. He now possessed the body of the Azure Abyss of Ouroboros, Vita Clotilde.
"B-But I died...? How is this even possible?"
The immatureness he displayed seemed to be a distant memory as his expression became a pondering one, a hand on his chest. He could still remember how the Vermillion Apocalypse had pierced his chest. Crow scowled as he walked over to the mirror, caressing his soft cheek.
"Those sensations from before..." He shook his head in denial and sighed. "They were all too real for this to be a dream. Where even am I right now?"
For that to be answered, Crow left the bathroom as he surveyed the room. It looked like a hotel room... One in Heimdallr? In Garnier District? That's the only district where they could have such a luxurious hotel room. Crow's scowl deepened as he sat on the bed, stroking his chin.
"Where can I even go right now..."
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