Morgueal's POV

Pain seared through Morgueal's body. His skin grayed to a sooty stone color. Slowly at first then faster. Leathery wings sprout from his back, tearing his lovely cloak. No not the cloak anything but the cloak. Twisted horns grew from his skull. "Fuck fuck fuck! That..." His head ached as he endured the pain. Magic coursed through his veins like fire, burning the whole way through, "asshole!"

Cinderleaf's POV

Cinderleaf watched the peculiar phenomenon in awe. The Queen's death curse mingled with his demonic blessing. All Faery Hunters must be blessed by a demon. But whoever kills the Faery ruler replaces them. The curse was turning him into a faery while his blessing was turning him into a demon.

As Morgueal's agonizing screams intensified. Cinderleaf thought harder. Sometimes a demon and faery could conceive a child together. Could he be a magic made daemon????

Morgueal's POV

Morgueal glared at her with his now amber eyes. He could see her. The real her with mossy green skin, pitch blacks eyes like bottomless pits, dragonfly wings, hollow backed, and 4 jointed fingers. "Kill... Me..." His voice strained with the effort of speaking.

"Sorry I can't," she bluntly replied.

He glared at her with all the spite he could muster, "Bitch, the blade is iron. I can't touch," she smirked clearly amused by the situation.

Boy was he pissed at her.

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