Eva stands in the center of the nave, her silhouette outlined by moonlight leaking through the shattered rose window. Her skin ripples like painted silk, and strange patterns begin to flicker across her arms and chest. The infection she sought now thrums within her veins, promising power and transformation.
"Let this be my rebirth. Let the infection make me more than mortal,"
Eva's body convulses, and wings unfurl from her back—great butterfly appendages streaked with iridescent crimson and violet. Fins shimmer along her sides, translucent and edged with silver, while tentacles sprout from her shoulders, writhing with unnatural grace. The cathedral walls pulse in time with her heart, as blood-red patterns slowly etch themselves across her flesh, glowing faintly.
"I can feel it... the power to rule, the power to become what I desire," she whispers, her voice echoing like a chant.
The dragon lets out a guttural roar, shaking the stained glass and sending shards spinning through the air. Its tail lashes, smashing pews and sending splinters flying. Eva faces the beast, her new appendages unfurling and flexing, blood patterns glowing brighter with every heartbeat.
"You stand between me and godhood. I will not be denied," she declares, her voice a blade of resolve.
Eva darts through the air on her butterfly wings, narrowly evading the dragon’s fiery breath. Her tentacles lash out, striking at the beast’s armored scales, while her fins slice through the smoke. The dragon counters with fury, claws raking the ground and mouth belching toxic flame. The cathedral trembles, columns cracking and collapsing around them.
"Yield, beast! Your death shall crown me eternal," she shouts, her blood patterns blazing with supernatural light.
With a final strike, Eva pierces the dragon’s heart, and crimson energy floods the room. The dragon’s body dissolves into a cascade of blood, rising and swirling around her. At its center, a gleaming crown—etched with runes of death and soaked in the essence of the fallen beast—drifts toward her. She reaches out, placing the crown upon her brow as blood patterns race and shimmer over her skin.
"I am reborn. The goddess of blood, ruler of infection and death," she intones.
Eva floats above the devastation, her wings spread wide and tentacles coiling like living ribbons. Her blood-patterned skin glistens in the moonlight, a living tapestry of her new power. The infection bends to her will, pulsing through the world and reshaping reality. She gazes down at the world below, her eyes aflame with divine purpose.
"Kneel before your goddess. The age of blood begins now,"
