Transformation

The queen was perched, half raven and barely human.
“Sit!” Her word stifled, crawling through coarse orange hair.
I bowed in terror before falling into the armchair opposite hers. We were alone.
Beyond the locked basement, I could hear Julie singing, the children laughing, unaware of the demon before me.  My mind reflected on the experiment, the calling. What have I done?
“You have done well” spoke the horror, reading my thoughts. “Now you’ll do more!”
Pain scorched my eyes as darkness leaked into my soul, rebellion failing.
“No!” I screamed, as my body morphed inwardly. It was too late.