The Duchess was dropped to the ground as Sylas let her go, only to pick her up again by her hair.
She lunged forward in an attempt to kiss Sylas, only to find herself pulling against her own hair in the vain attempt. It wasn't long before she was forced to her knees, her mouth forced open wide and her windpipes nearly split open by the entry.
Sylas finished just like that, his eyes cold and indifferent all the while. At the same time, he could feel something very different inside of him right now.
His body hadn't quite caught up as quickly as he thought it would, but he knew it was coming. All he needed was more Demon meat and time.
He had just flushed his body of all its inferior Genes and cleansed the layers of his body. In order to complete the change, he would have to overturn all the cells in his body with his new foundation.
