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Censer hurried through the forest glancing frantically over his shoulder. He was sure he hadn't been spotted, but one could never be too sure with the Brothers of the Grasping Claw. Thankful for the full moon as he entered his favorite clearing, he made a quick fire and pulled out the scroll he had stolen. He would summon himself a demon, bind it to his will, and then he would be unstoppable. Clearing his throat, he read out the arcane words.

The light of the moon suddenly focused into a single ray and a flaming circle erupted around him, and a short young girl entered his vision. She wore a dress of fine silks and had skin pale as milk. Her long, styled hair looked like smoke and her eyes were flames of sapphire blue. "Who seeks me, Renko, the fallen maiden of the moon," she asked with a normal tone as she looked at Censer.

The young man gaped a moment, and then smirked. “I call for a demon of the underworld to help me get revenge on my enemies, and I get a little girl?” he scoffed, looking at the scroll. As if on cue, the paper burst into blue flames and vanished, startling him. The red flames that encircled the pair rose up, washing out the forest beyond and filling the air with such thick smoke that it blacked out the moon.

“I am not a mere, little girl,” Renko said with an angry face. “Be careful how you address me, or I may make you suffer such insolence.”

She crossed her arms as she looked at him with a narrow glance. “What exactly do you seek of me? What help for revenge do you call on the fallen maiden of the moon to offer you,” she said with a quiet and calm voice.

He blinked at the power in her tone of voice. “I ... I want to bring down the order of monks that killed my family and took me into their cult,” he said. His eyes glanced her over once more, still doubting her power. But if the scroll could be believed, she must be a demon.

“I see ... Very well ... If that is what you wish for ... I the fallen maiden shall grant you this power, in servitude to me,” she said with a cruel smile as she lifted her hand. A blue fireball launched into his chest and quickly enveloped his entire body.

He yelped in shock and clutched at his chest, wincing from the pain that was building in his body. “What are you ... Doing?” he strained to say.

His body started to shrink, becoming nearly as short as Renko. As he felt his body shift, his hair grew longer and longer and his eyes start to water. His face began to burn and pinch as if it was clay being molded.

“I am taking your manhood as payment for this favor. In return, you will perceive the world in a way you never thought possible. You will know the darkest desires and deepest fears of anyone you look upon. Then, you will be able to shape your body to match those feelings,” she said as a fire burned in his brain.

“My ... manhood?” he asked, his voice now higher pitched like a young woman.

“If you wish to gain it back, you must take it from your enemies. Drain their manhood and their life force like you would suck out their blood. They will come to embody their greatest fear, and you will regain your former body.”

The possibilities opened up to Censer’s mind. He could use their desires to get close and alone, then torture them with their fears. Then he would suck out their life force, leaving them emasculated and alone, a withered husk of a man, forced to live the rest of their days as that they would most loathe. And when all six of the Leaders were defeated, the clan would collapse.

Renko looked into his mind and smiled at his plan. This was going to be a fun one to watch. “Now, my thrall. Where do we start? Who shall be your first victim?” she asked.

Censer smiled through new lips. “The leader of course.” As his body finished changing, becoming fully female, standing in the now-oversized outfit that he wore. She felt different in mind and body; sadistic and cruel. His pitch black hair hung past her shoulders, as her pupils were the cold hue of midnight.

Renko simply chuckled as she put her fingers to her lips. “Excellent.”

Waving her hand, the fire surrounding them drew into Censer and ignited her clothing. But instead of burning them away, they morphed and shifted into a tight China dress that left little to the imagination. Her feet were pushed up on wedged boots, and her hair drew up into a bun with a pair of chopsticks holding them. A wash of makeup appeared across her face, accenting her pale features and ruby red lips.

Censer ran her long-nailed hands over her new curves, shifting her weight to stand up straight and proud.

“Go now, my lovely. Take your revenge. I will be nearby if you need me,” Renko insisted, her sapphire eyes flaring brightly.

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Censer hurried through the forest glancing frantically over his shoulder. He was sure he hadn't been spotted, but one could never be too sure with the Brothers of the Grasping Claw. Thankful for the full moon as he entered his favorite clearing, he made a quick fire and pulled out the scroll he had stolen. He would summon himself a demon, bind it to his will, and then he would be unstoppable. Clearing his throat, he read out the arcane words.

The light of the moon suddenly focused into a single ray and a flaming circle erupted around him, and a short young girl entered his vision. She wore a dress of fine silks and had skin pale as milk. Her long, styled hair looked like smoke and her eyes were flames of sapphire blue. "Who seeks me, Renko, the fallen maiden of the moon," she asked with a normal tone as she looked at Censer.

The young man gaped a moment, and then smirked. “I call for a demon of the underworld to help me get revenge on my enemies, and I get a little girl?” he scoffed, looking at the scroll. As if on cue, the paper burst into blue flames and vanished, startling him. The red flames that encircled the pair rose up, washing out the forest beyond and filling the air with such thick smoke that it blacked out the moon.

“I am not a mere, little girl,” Renko said with an angry face. “Be careful how you address me, or I may make you suffer such insolence.”

She crossed her arms as she looked at him with a narrow glance. “What exactly do you seek of me? What help for revenge do you call on the fallen maiden of the moon to offer you,” she said with a quiet and calm voice.

He blinked at the power in her tone of voice. “I ... I want to bring down the order of monks that killed my family and took me into their cult,” he said. His eyes glanced her over once more, still doubting her power. But if the scroll could be believed, she must be a demon.

“I see ... Very well ... If that is what you wish for ... I the fallen maiden shall grant you this power, in servitude to me,” she said with a cruel smile as she lifted her hand. A blue fireball launched into his chest and quickly enveloped his entire body.

He yelped in shock and clutched at his chest, wincing from the pain that was building in his body. “What are you ... Doing?” he strained to say.

His body started to shrink, becoming nearly as short as Renko. As he felt his body shift, his hair grew longer and longer and his eyes start to water. His face began to burn and pinch as if it was clay being molded.

“I am taking your manhood as payment for this favor. In return, you will perceive the world in a way you never thought possible. You will know the darkest desires and deepest fears of anyone you look upon. Then, you will be able to shape your body to match those feelings,” she said as a fire burned in his brain.

“My ... manhood?” he asked, his voice now higher pitched like a young woman.

“If you wish to gain it back, you must take it from your enemies. Drain their manhood and their life force like you would suck out their blood. They will come to embody their greatest fear, and you will regain your former body.”

The possibilities opened up to Censer’s mind. He could use their desires to get close and alone, then torture them with their fears. Then he would suck out their life force, leaving them emasculated and alone, a withered husk of a man, forced to live the rest of their days as that they would most loathe. And when all six of the Leaders were defeated, the clan would collapse.

Renko looked into his mind and smiled at his plan. This was going to be a fun one to watch. “Now, my thrall. Where do we start? Who shall be your first victim?” she asked.

Censer smiled through new lips. “The leader of course.” As his body finished changing, becoming fully female, standing in the now-oversized outfit that he wore. She felt different in mind and body; sadistic and cruel. His pitch black hair hung past her shoulders, as her pupils were the cold hue of midnight.

Renko simply chuckled as she put her fingers to her lips. “Excellent.”

Waving her hand, the fire surrounding them drew into Censer and ignited her clothing. But instead of burning them away, they morphed and shifted into a tight China dress that left little to the imagination. Her feet were pushed up on wedged boots, and her hair drew up into a bun with a pair of chopsticks holding them. A wash of makeup appeared across her face, accenting her pale features and ruby red lips.

Censer ran her long-nailed hands over her new curves, shifting her weight to stand up straight and proud.

“Go now, my lovely. Take your revenge. I will be nearby if you need me,” Renko insisted, her sapphire eyes flaring brightly.