Deific Embrace

 

High upon the towering hills and peaks of a land called Liyue, sat an abundance of shrines and temples seemingly frozen in time. So far removed from the outside world and being difficult to traverse kept untouched by the common tourists and rabble that would have otherwise flocked to see their serene beauty. They were a perfect picture of a bygone era, kept alive by the few who still tended to them. Every aspect of these locations was kept as pristine as they could manage, replacing artifacts a regular occurrence every few decades. One such artifact, a couple of binding ropes meant for dulling the cursed, violent energy said to be sealed within a blessed stone, was due for replacement, a new one having been made and shipped to the shrine.

“Is this the package young one?” the elder shrine attendant asked. He approached a younger groundskeeper shuffling through a box.

“I-I… don’t understand! This was supposed to have been mailed from one of the head temples. How did it get mixed up?”

“Wait, are you saying—?” the elder asked, cutting off his own words as he felt the truth of the situation sink in.

“I’m sorry. It looks like there has been a mix up. The binding rope isn’t here.”

The two looked down despondently at their feet, wondering where their precious length of rope could have ended up. Unfortunately for them, it was continents away to the west, on the stoop of a building nestled within a concrete jungle. It now belonged to a man named Sean.

Upon arriving home from work, Sean brought in the mixed up package, assuming it was his resistance cord he had ordered. He had become a bit of a workout nut the past few months. He wasn’t out of shape or anything, but as he got older he became more conscience about his appearance and figured why not try to look his best and stay healthy. It turned out he really enjoyed the grind. He was starting off slow though, with minor weights and cardio at home. This cord was just another tool he hoped to have at his disposal. Opening the box however, he was confused at the sight of two thick, red ropes, one large and one small.

He puzzled over them as he ran the length of the longer one out of the box. It was no cheap cord that was for sure, the yarns twisted together expertly and with no slack. It was definitely made with great care, hand made he figured, and must have only recently been finished given the fresh smell.

“I wonder if this is also some kind of workout rope? Though, I thought gym ropes were usually longer and heavier and meant for whipping around. This one at least looks to be the size of a tension cord.”

Sean wasn’t an expert on these things, yet despite the obvious mix up, he figured he had still received some sort of exercise equipment. Putting on a fitness top and shorts, he decided to test out the longer rope.

Taking a squatting stance, Sean wrapped the rope around his upper backside, and pulled forward on each end with both hands, pulling towards his front. He held it as long as he could, released tension, then repeated. After a handful of reps he was already feeling short of breathe, which was to be expected.That said, an odd sensation began to swell within him once he reached what he thought was his limit. He felt a second wind come on, and was straining less with each further rep until his body found itself in an effortless rhythm.

Sean couldn’t believe it, his arms feeling steady and his teeth no longer gritting. He arms felt stronger than ever and while there were no visible peaks upon them, he could feel the firm pressure with each flex bringing an outpouring of hidden strength.

The man chuckled before pondering to himself if this was really his own power. Hell, as far he could tell his arms looked thinner than they had in recent days. He wondered if he had slimmed down some this week. But if that was the case, then where was this fountain of strength coming from? There was no stopping it, each tug on the rope pulling the rope harder against his back. Though even that became trivial for him, his backside flexing into a stone wall that would not give.

For as excited as Sean initially was, he could feel himself coming back down, but not in the way he expected. The exercise was simple, and he wasn’t growing tired. No, what was running out of steam was his elation. His mind which had been racing moments before was pummeling towards a hazy state of calm. He felt emotionally numb, though still forcing a mild smirk while finishing with his set. It was time to shift focus to the legs.

Once the rope went slack from his body and re-positioned, he felt joyfulness sputter to life within him. Whatever stoicism had washed over him was gone, and his pride swelled alongside his confidence. He was making actual progress!

Distracted by his accomplishment, Sean was unaware of what had truly befallen his body moments prior. The long sleeves of his workout attire shielded him from the results of his mingling with the holy artifact. Both his arms had slimmed considerably into the limbs of a toned woman. His hands had changed as well, each finger no longer rugged but delicate, with sensual skin that glided smoothly across the rope’s threading. Even with both hands raised in front of him he paid no notice, solely focused on the next step in his workout.

Sean positioned the rope beneath one of his feet and took a slight, backward stance. His goal was to pull up on the rope while pressing forward with a lifted leg, alternating between legs every few reps. Just like before, the routine became more facile with each passing moment, only this time it was his legs growing stronger. And just like before, his state of mind settled into a cold calm. He wasn’t sure why he felt this way, but it certainly made the nuances of the workout easy to focus on.

“This is… surprisingly easy.” he said, voice monotone and indicating no signs of strain. His body wasn’t even breaking a sweat.

Closing his eyes, he fell into a rhythm, rep after rep bringing pleasant pulsations to his legs and feet as they siphoned away extra mass accumulated over the years from his unhealthy lifestyle. He could actually feel the strength build with each motion this time, the muscles rising and firmly flexing and then exhaling, leaving less girth behind than was there before. Both legs were simultaneously gaining strength while shaping down. All the aches and pains in his joints faded, and the man felt invigorated, even if his expression didn’t show it.

Sean let go of the rope, ending that stage of his workout. The moment it hit the ground his true emotions returned to him through a bewildered smile. He felt so spry now, each leg so light and flexible. There was literal pep to his step now as he pranced around the room. He had forgotten how it felt possessing ample vigor. Immediately he picked the rope back up and wrapped it around his backside, pulling the ends of the rope forward with each hand towards his front. It was time for the next set.

As had happened before, Sean’s emotions were numbed and he quickly situated himself into an effortless routine. This time he used his back as a resisting force, using it to hold the rope in place, so that holding the rope forward would be more strenuous. He also crunched his abs inward and put equal force into pushing back against the rope. This way, it felt like a full workout for his upper body, abs, chest, and all.

He held in his position for several minutes, all the while his stomach fat caving into his crunched belly, as if it were being devoured. All the flab within his pectorals, the pudgy hills hung from his sides, it all was drawn into the center of his gut where the burn of the workout was most prominent. By the time he started feeling weak in the arms, it was all gone, leaving behind a lean, androgynous torso. Though it also felt as if his back was about to buckle, giving way to not only the pull of his arms, but something more internal. He could feel his bones jitter, his spine in particular rattling something fierce. Something was clearly wrong, yet he knew in his heart that he had to see this through, to finish this workout.

“Almost… done… Almost… GAAAH!”

A loud snap rang out and Sean’s spine whipped forward in the middle. The rope dropped to the floor along with the man. On his hands and knees he wheezed and groaned, as if the aftermath of all the workouts he had done had finally caught up to him. It was a satisfying exhaustion, but one that left his body feeling out of sorts. Rising to his feet, he gave the his body a proper examination.

It was then he was struck with the results. He saw his smaller hands and wriggled his slender feet. He ran a hand down the dip in the middle of his back. He felt his limber arms and legs and rubbed his flattened tummy. He was not only thin, but graceful. There was unease over how borderline feminine he looked, but he did feel stronger. Flexing his muscles didn’t show much, but he sensed a gratuitous power hiding beneath his supple body.

“What the… hell is this!” Sean shouted, taking a few shaky steps backwards, hoping what he was seeing was all a dream. His mind was racing over the possible causes, but there was no rational answer to be found for what had happen to him.

It was then he felt something brush up against one of his feet. Looking down at it he saw the rope he had been using and it all clicked into place. The only variable since  this had happened, the only change to his environment since the work out was…

“No way.”

As if sensing his realization, the rope sprang to life, quickly slithering up and coiling around one of his lower legs. It immediately made him jump, stumbling back into some nearby furniture. Reality quickly set in and Sean grabbed for the rope and tried prying it off, but it constricted itself as tight as a snake around his calf and ankle. What was bizarre though was he could feel great strength in his grip and an overwhelming amount of power being put behind each pull. He possessed so much raw power now that he felt he could wrestle a bear, and yet this animate rope was somehow stronger in its resistance.

The rope coiled even tighter, sending Sean reeling back in pain, letting go of it. Backed against a wall, he felt a deep burn within his leg beneath the rope, as if it was burning through flesh and muscle all the way to the bone. Through the pain though he felt a numbing pleasure, and a throbbing through the extremity akin to a heartbeat. With each thump he felt his muscles flex and bones creak. Flesh began shifting about beneath the twisted grip of the rope, but also elsewhere as well. The heat was pooling within his foot and lower thigh as well, everywhere it went feeling malleable like clay.

He grunted and cursed looking down, too bewildered at the moment to make another attempt at removing the rope. It was such an odd sensation, one that was overwhelming in its verocity and speed. Soon enough Sean’s feet looked smaller and like that of a woman, with the shape of his ankle and calf following suit. Emerging alongside the beauty was more musculature as well, the strength that was half hidden before being forced outward and molded into the firm, elegant fat of his burgeoning female flesh.

Once the work was deemed done down below, the rope began to move while still tightly holding on. Steadily it slithered further up Sean’s leg until it fully coiled his thigh up to the bottom of the hip. Along its journey, the man could feel his emotions begin to wain once more. He gripped at his skull and clawed and gritted, doing his best to keep hold of his panic, anger, and shock. He couldn’t afford to let go of his fight or flight instincts.

It was working as of now and Sean could feel himself refocusing on the task at hand. Seeing his thigh swelling with feminine fat was alarming, as it should be, but thankfully it was only one leg. He still had time, and began to hobble towards the kitchen. A knife would do the trick he thought, but no sooner did he weigh that as an option he felt a shiver and then kick to his compressed thigh. An explosion of fat rocked him to his hands and knees. Soft, yet firm slabs of flesh painfully spilled through the openings in the rope, fully formed and desperate to breathe. Sean knew if it held on any longer he’d lose all feeling in his leg.

“P-PLEAAASE! STOP IT!” He pleaded while feeling the circulation stop and his leg go limp.

Lucky for Sean, it listened, and the rope let go, his leg landing with a thud. He almost fell down himself, tugged by its dead weight. He let out a gasp of relief, relishing the sensation slowly returning to his leg as blood rushed freely again. There was an intense, pleasing buzz tickling his body all over after the ordeal. He refused to let it deter him though and attempted rising to his feet. The rope wouldn’t allow it however, immediately wrapping around his other leg. This tripped him up, leaving him once again on the ground at the rope’s mercy as it began to repeat a similar process around the calf and ankle.

With all his might he willed himself against it, using the new found strength within his transformed leg to get himself off the ground and limp towards the kitchen. By the time he made his way to a large vegetable knife, his lower leg was done for and the rope was slithering up and around the thigh. He took the extremely sharp tool to the rope without any concern for hurting himself. He needed the rope off him at any cost. Wielding the strength he had gained against the thing that gave it to him, he slipped the knife beneath the rope and vigorously sawed at it.

It didn’t take Sean long to realize he was making no progress. He could feel the pressure behind his motions, the overwhelming power being put into each slice and yet… the rope held like steel fiber. Suddenly, the expansion of the thigh beneath it reached a breaking point like the other had before, the mass too great for the rope to contain. Its thickness felt like hardened wood, shoving the knife out from under the rope and out of Sean’s hands to the floor. Losing balance, he tried to bend down for the knife in what he knew was a hopeless endeavor, until he noticed on the floor, another rope slinking towards him like a worm. Once it touched the flesh of his foot it moved fast up his leg, like a shark that smelt blood.

“Wait, what are you—?”

Sean was alarmed to see it beeline for his underwear, slipping inside them and immediately coiling around his dick. It held tight, but kept a loose enough grip that it could motion both its ends back and forth along the shaft. The rope, it was beating him off!

He was pissed, sending both hands down to pry the rope off.

“Ghh, no you fucking do—hooh!?”

He fell back into a nearby dining table, caught off guard by the rope on his thigh moving up, having finished its job, and bringing its iron grip to his waist. He stood paralyzed in fear, feeling the burning hot texture of the rope crunching down on his frame like a vice. The heat from its fibers melted into his flesh, filling his sides and core with an intense warmth that he hated to admit felt pleasant. Through the painful exterior of the sensations was a sort of rush, an exciting burst of energy that was like the ones he felt earlier during the workout, but increased tenfold. He understood fully why his body seemed desperate to give in against his will.

“F-FUUH-CK! Why does it f-feel sohooh! GOOOOD!”

Sean’s dick fired off ropes of cum, won over by the skilled strokes from the rope. His torso felt like soft clay beneath the binding of his waist, sides caving inward and tummy flattening into a new shape. His body felt malleable, every clump of flesh and bone shoved about bringing an electric shiver to both his head and cock.

Sean gripped the table’s edge in disbelief, puzzled by how fast he had crumbled from the pleasure. Looking down, he watched the mass from his gut and sides malform into hills of flesh which began to travel in different directions as if alive. Some collected below his chest while others moved quickly to his hips and behind to his ass. He was ready to curse and run for the knife he had dropped, but was halted by a rattling within his mind. A cacophony of voices rose up from the bowls of his subconscious to swarm his waking worries.

Sean’s head kicked back and his eyes shot open wide. His body went limp, yet still twitched in response to the erotic forces working him. The voices though, had seized his full attention, their comforting, tones numbing his worries. For the moment, he existed only within their symphony.

Fatedcalamaromeditountahonineptus…

What started as a chaotic jumbling of words eventually became clearer in its message, the man gradually being able to parse through the white noise.

humanadepti… purgedsaved… hone… bodymind…

…Hone your body and mind child and dispel all worry. Let Us mend your aura, so that you may better serve.

“No… N-No. Who are yoooh~!”

Sean trembled in the bliss as the rope stroking him sent part of its length between his balls and to the crack of his ass, which it began to floss. His moans came out loud at first, in response to the traveling flesh from his waist filling his ass cheeks with bountiful fat—becoming firm pillows that elevated him up in his seat upon the table. However, his moans quickly became muted, more reserved, betraying the bewildered, drooling look upon his face.

Please relax. This should not be rushed. We have much more to give.

The unified voices throttled his thoughts, making it hard to form responses.

“But… wait—ahh~! What do you w-want? OOOH!”

Sean ebbed back and forth between elation and gentle cooes as his hip bones snapped and reformed from all the flesh forced downwards by the rope squeezing his waist like a tube of toothpaste. Each hip thickened massively, and even more flesh was packed into his thighs and bottom. The release from his dick was seemingly endless, every nerve of his body silently screaming in ecstasy.

The voices in his head became a mess once more, mingling with each other and ignoring his question. Perhaps it was their lack of focus on him in that moment that allowed him some modicum of bodily control again. He slowly leaned forward to try and make sense of what was happening to him now, feeling a gargantuan mass pushing up around his ribcage. It was having trouble forcing its way up, but several trickles made their way through, pooling as fat into his chest. Looking down, he saw his pectorals softening and slacking, nipples growing rounder and more prominent.  As they began to rise as soft mounds, it didn’t take him long to reconnect the dots.

“B-But why… Uhn~... a woman…?”

Because my body is the one fated to bear the curse of calamity.

A strange voice arose from the rabble, rooting itself clear within Sean’s mind as if intending to have a direct conversation without the outside noise. The voice was that of a woman with a soft, yet stern tone whose every word felt almost devoid of emotion.

I once bore a homicidal nature, and powers befitting of an exorcist… The Adepti, guardians of this world, bestowed upon me the very ropes that now bind you… ropes that kept my nature at bay and allowed me to work unhindered as a pillar for holding back the calamities that would befall this world…

Sean’s growing boobs gave a couple kicks, their size expanding with each heave as more of the mass underneath them rammed their way into his chest.

“Guh! Aaahn~! But why me…?”

Sean clenched the counter top, fearful of what response he might receive. But he was helpless, his body having long betrayed him. He was now at the whims of this entity, with only his mouth as a tool to fight back.

The ropes were meant for my shrine… you have them, and their potency wanes. My essence cannot linger long. This does, however, present an opportunity. You can provide me yet again with a means to wander and protect… and to be free…

The voice went on to tell more of her tale, of how she was sacrificed and buried at a shrine to hold back a great curse in the past, but that it had ceased over time. Yet her essence continued to linger through the new bindings constantly applied to the shrine. She now saw an opportunity through him to live more freely, in a way she hadn’t in her past life, while still protecting the world she felt in service to.

As she spun her yarn, Sean continued to shiver and cum and a feint light bordered the fringes of his body, starting at the feet and traveling upwards. As it meticulously moved, various materials began to conjure out of thing air and fasten to his body. Collectively they materialized as pieces to an outfit. High rise, heeled sandals with gold trims formed around his feet, revealing his dainty feet with celeste nail polish. Black, svelte material sprouted from the tops of them around his ankles and crawled up each leg, form-fit leggings snugging into place. As they reached his thighs they opened on the fronts to reveal a more sheer material with those openings, the black material of the leggings fashioning into floral patterns that rested atop. Gold, feather-like designs also appeared at the side of each thigh as well as wrapping from the ankles up around the calves.

Sean squealed, the fabric of the leggings agitating his sensitive skin. Every time he wanted to lift himself up from his seat something forced him back down. From the mind and body, he was being attacked from all sides. Say something! He needed to say something to stop this!

“Stop this… Stop this…! I DON’T WANT THIS!!”

His cries meant little to the invading force, the forming outfit picking up speed once it reached his hips. What initially appeared to be leggings forming was actually a full body garment, slithering up his torso as well as enclosing his dick and balls.

It does not matter what you want… What matters is that you let me, Shenhe in.

She was right, it didn’t matter. His body continued towards the inevitable, the outfit growing more ornate and beautiful as it fit to his body, small, red tassels and bows dangling from diamond-shaped hip windows opening on each side. Sheer openings like on his thighs appeared on his sides and across his stomach, revealing the ropes still bound to his torso. His core had been flattened substantially, and now looked sensual, yet firm—a stark crevice running down the middle hinting at the strength buried beneath the surface. Any and all mass that had been forced up was punching itself into Sean’s chest, his boobs growing larger and larger, making it hard for the bodysuit to grab hold. Each time it got a grip, his boobs inflated even more, shaking free of the clothing. Eventually it got a hook onto his swollen nipples, hanging on for dear life as each tit finished taking in what remained of the man’s belly fat. All the while, down below, Sean’s dick profusely came and his balls were tightly forced inside him. Every ounce of semen was being milked dry, spilling onto the beautiful tummy of the woman he was becoming.

It was hopeless, somewhere during all this Sean had realized he had no chance of fighting back. This wasn’t his body anymore, the beautiful bodysuit and sleeves crawling up his chest and arms no longer hugging as tightly as before. His body couldn’t fight… no, wouldn’t fight back. He hated to admit it, but as Shenhe’s soothing voice spoke, the more wrapped in bliss he felt. She was like a rope herself, coiling around his every thought.

Good… Very good… relax and let me cleanse you of all impurities…

Sean felt a tug at the base of his cock and what felt like his balls scrunching inside of him while shifting to the sides of his hips. It left a creaking in his hips that lead to them snapping even wider, a hollow force expanding below his tummy. It was excruciatingly pleasurable, his cock a lightning rod for all the eroitc heat rippling through his female form.

“O-OOOH FUCK! FHUUUCK! AAAAHHN~!!”

Sean let it all loose, his face cracking into a twisted, drooling grin, his moans hiking up in pitch, and the cum jettisoning from his cock growing clearer like a sparkling river with each release. Everything that made him male, everything that made him who he was felt like it was being forced out of his dick. The hollowing force beneath his genitals felt like Shenhe herself rising from the darkness to claim his manhood, her words growing louder in his head the closer his dick was pulled towards the abyss. He wasn’t oblivious to the fact it was her womanhood growing inside him, vaginal walls contracting as they hungered for his shriveling manhood. So why… why was he smiling!?

“Pluh-Pleeease Shenhe! Ahh! It feels so, hoooh! SOOO GOOOOD!”

I’m glad I can make you feel good before the end… It is the least I can do for my vessel…

Shenhe’s outfit had now almost completely materialized on Sean, his masculine head looking out of sorts a top this curvaceous body dressed in impossibly ornate attire. White, poofy, shoulderless sleeves adorned his arms beneath small, gold pauldrons that formed to his shoulders. Above the bodysuit, a loose, flapping cloth with gold flower designs and red tassels at the corners laid itself atop the chest and upper back, wrapping around his neck as a collar at the top. The red rope squeezing his body had finished its work and slithered out the opening of the collar and began wrapping itself across the front of his chest on each side near the arms and  looping under the arm pits. As they snuggled themselves into place, content to remain there, Sean could feel content building within himself, his emotions starting to numb again.

Please rest now… I will handle it from here…

Sean couldn’t even muster a protest, his eyes staring into space as he felt himself drowning within a quiet, unendurable pleasure. His mind was fractured, parts male, others Shenhe, rubbing together and creating friction in which Shenhe was overcoming. It was so exhausting that he felt it likely would be best if he gave in and slept. It might feel nice to fall into the pillowy warmth of this mystical woman.

As the man’s cum came to a trickle, cock looking flimsy and soft, his body settled into a gentle rocking motion. He could feel his member deflating and pulling inwards, like it was being slowly slurped like a noodle. It sent tingles throughout his face, his features softening and and shrinking. His lips puffed and became glossy as they stuttered out meek moans that sounded like held back screams of bliss. There was no coarseness left in Sean’s tone, only the soothing ones of the woman that had seized his very soul.

“S-S-Shenn… haaah~… M-My miiiind… uuhn~… hoooh yessss…”

Sean then gave a squeal, feeling his dick fold in on itself, followed by the wet pop of Shenhe’s pussy opening between his legs. The sensitive nub that was the head of his cock began to shrink and nestle itself like a pearl within an oyster, turning into the woman’s clitoris. With the most holy of places on his body reformed, he felt a a swell of powerful energy bind itself to him. His eyes became clouded in a waning purple and silver, Shenhe’s will enforcing itself once and for all upon the man’s essence.

Mind be purged…

What was left of Sean gave one last restrained shriek, one that felt giddy with excitement. Now, his lips spoke for Shenhe.

…world be saved.

Shenhe’s unlocked powers swelled, the glow around her body illuminating brightly. As calm and collected as she was, even she could feel herself buckling slightly under the pleasure of the occasion. Her face was still painting itself over the man she had claimed, lashes growing longer, cheeks and chin sharpening. Her scalp tingled, as long, thick silver hair spilled from her head and down the length of her back. She hadn’t felt fresh air in centuries, it was enough to make even a mission-bound woman like herself wet with excitement.

The woman leaned back, loosening her muscles as much as she could to make it easier for her energies to flow freely. As more spilled out, a gust kicked up around her, making parts of her clothes rustle. Her beautiful hair, now massive in volume, fluttered on the breeze as well. Bangs spilled in a curve across one of her admixed eyes, while the strands on the other side of her head ran past towards the cheek before halting, a straight, flat cut to their ends.

The smaller red rope, that had been still pleasuring her body’s nethers the whole time, sensed its job was finished, slide out her butts crack and out the opening in her outfit on her backside. It reached for the dancing cluster of thick hair and wrapped itself around, binding all the strands together around her upper back. It seemed to halt the growth of her hair, which had stopped around her lower thighs. The end of the hair below the rope was met by soft currents of wind which helped twist it all into a elegant braid.

With a wince and a hop, Shenhe felt the last of her face click into place. She was complete, and her powers had finally reached their peak. There was much to celebrate and so she allowed her body to do so, letting go of her defenses for the final burst. Her entire body tensed, and her pussy burned with a relentless heat as she came. Closing her eyes, it washed over her in a wave, her freedom, her desires, her duty, all of it spilling out through near silent, raspy shrieks of bliss.

She collapsed onto her back upon the countertop, rubbing her thighs while basking within the aftermath. Slowly but surely, her composure dampened into her typical, steely manner, the ropes suppressing magic numbing her emotions. It was a fun moment of release, but it was only a moment she needed to move on from. After all, now that she had returned she had a duty to uphold… right?

Once on her feet, Shenhe paced around the room. She wasn’t sure if it was residual effect from the merger with Sean or just years of being sealed creating a longing, but… she felt frustrated at the idea that all she had to look forward to was more exorcism. While keeping the world’s impurities at bay was important and she did feel duty bound to it, she could sense through her new found memories of this modern day that there could be so much more to one’s existence beyond their fated duty.

It was a lot to think about, but for now she decided to simply look at her options within what she had just gained and decided on what to do next.

***

It was 2 moths later and Shenhe had settled into a groove within her new life. She went where needed, performed exorcisms and sealings when necessary, but she came to find the world a more peaceful place than anticipated. She had loads of downtime, downtime she spent free from her ropes bindings. She had come to appreciate the individuality she could indulge in within this era, no longer fearing what might happen should she let loose a bit. She had begun to even indulge in some… curious forms of entertainment, such as posting photos of herself on a phone app called Instagram. People seemed to relish in the body she had as well as her demeanor. It was odd but felt good, and admittedly embarrassed her a tad when not wearing her binding ropes. It was its own form of a rush though that she had grown to enjoy.

Today, she was planning for more picture taking, this time at the gym. She always received the most attention when there, dressed in her personally modified gym sweater top and yoga pants which she had styled in a fashion similar to her usual attire. After an invigorating workout she took a break, pointing the camera of her phone at the mirror and taking a good look at her body.

Was it wrong to be doing this? Did she deserve such a life? She had long worried about her nature but now, she felt more open to new experiences and small joys. Being reborn felt like a true second chance, and she was relishing in it. She could finally look upon herself without worry, and admire the body she had, and life she led—no longer only a tool for the gods.

With a snap of the lens, her blushing face was captured, hidden by her phone. She had to admit, she looked good.