Deviant: No Longer Human

In the middle of this scarred landscape, a lone woman stood, surrounded by an endless horde of Skinwalkers that crawled toward her with murderous hunger.

The thin, nearly translucent fabric covered her hips, revealing smooth skin and teasing the lustful hunger of the beasts surrounding her.

Her hands burned with searing flames, flames so intense they scorched the earth beneath her feet.

Every step she took left charred ground in her wake, her white, barely-there cloth wrapping loosely around her body, hips swaying in the wind.

The fire crackled off her fingertips, making the intricate black tattoos that spiraled up her arm stand out even more against her pale, glistening skin.

Her raven-black hair flowed in disarray, wild and unkempt, framing her face—a face so cold, yet so sinfully beautiful, it could drive any man to his knees.

"Kekeke…" A chilling laugh echoed in the distance, growing louder and more twisted.

The ground trembled beneath her bare feet, her barely-covered abdomen glistening with a sheen of sweat as the temperature around her rose.

She didn\'t bother adjusting the top that hung dangerously close to slipping, revealing her ample chest, which moved in rhythm with her heavy breathing.

Her body remained tense, the black chain that hung delicately from her hips swaying with her movements.

Her eyes darkened as she looked toward the source of the trembling earth.

She turned her head, the movement sending her long hair cascading down her exposed back, the delicate tattoos swirling over her shoulders like marks from some ancient, forbidden power.

And then she saw him—The King of Rakshas.

Towering above the crater\'s rim, the Rakshas King\'s massive form filled the sky, its body casting a dark shadow over the battlefield.

Its size was monstrous, making the woman look like a fragile figure in comparison.

The King\'s eyes burned with wickedness, taking in the sight of her slim, sculpted body, her breasts barely restrained by the thin cloth that clung to her, as if daring him to come closer.

*Kekeke!* The Rakshas King\'s twisted laugh grew louder, shaking the ground beneath her.

BOOM!

The soundwaves from his laughter were enough to uproot trees, snapping them like toothpicks, and yet she stood, her legs smooth and firm, unyielding to the presence that towered over her.

"You stand alone, little insect!" The King\'s voice boomed, his eyes running over her body, taking in every curve. "Let this king crush you underfoot and devour your strength today!!"

The woman responded in a language far older than human understanding, her lips curling into a sneer as she unleashed more fire from her hands, flames licking at her black knuckles, which gleamed like deadly weapons.

Her voice was like a hiss, foreign and full of ancient rage.

"Shala\'rith na\'hru veshk\'tal!" she growled, like the wild storm she carried within her.

Her hips shifted as she moved, the flimsy cloth around her waist swaying just enough to reveal the smooth curve of her thighs, the Skinwalkers drawn in by her beauty, but meeting nothing but the inferno that followed in her defence.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Her dark, tattooed arm flexed as she threw a punch, flames crackling up her arm and searing through the air.

Every movement of her body was fluid, like a well-practiced dance, the muscles in her abdomen flexing as she continued to incinerate the pests around her.

Kekeke! The Rakshas King let out another twisted laugh, its massive form advancing, but the woman remained unfazed.

Her black hair fluttered behind her, framing her angular jawline and sharp, piercing eyes that burned with more intensity than the fire she wielded.

"Let\'s see how long you last against my army..." the King sneered, its voice reverberating like thunder.

The woman smirked, the flames on her fingertips growing fiercer, licking at her tattooed arm, the design swirling elegantly around her skin like a curse.

Her chest rose with each steady breath, the thin straps of her top pushing tightly against her breasts as she raised her fist, ready to meet the King\'s strike.

THUD! THUD!

The Rakshas King raised its colossal fist, veins bulging from its twisted, monstrous form, and brought it down with terrifying force.

The very air trembled as its massive fist descended, aiming to crush her delicate form into the dirt.

But she moved swiftly, her hips shifting — With a roar, she leaped into the air, her black-knuckled fist connecting with the King\'s massive hand.

Her muscles flexed, her body twisting in mid-air, the heat from her power warping the ground beneath her.

BOOOOOOM!

The impact shook the heavens, the King\'s massive form recoiling as a shockwave ripped through the ground, splitting the earth apart like paper.

Her body hovered for a moment, framed against the sky as the ground cracked beneath the King\'s feet.

THOOM!

"Wh—"

The Rakshas King stumbled backward, its massive form crashing into the earth with a thunderous crash, flattening trees and mountains as it fell.

But she stood her ground, her chest heaving, the thin fabric of her top barely containing her.

"Rath\'shul ak ven\'reth!" she shouted, the ancient language rolling off her tongue, her eyes burning with the fury of an ancient force.

Her body was on fire—both figuratively and literally.

But the battle was far from over. The Skinwalkers were still coming, their bodies hissing and clicking as they skittered toward her.

"The King is angry..."

The King of Rakshas stood up, its furious eyes blazing with molten rage, glowing hotter than ever.

The massive beast\'s tendrils thrashed violently, its form trembling as it rose to its full, towering height.

But the woman stood her ground, lips curling in disdain as she let out a sharp snort.

In an instant, a roaring inferno erupted from her hands, flames burning with such intensity they seared through the air like a living thing.

The inferno crashed into the King\'s body, enveloping his twisted form in a sea of fire.

Sizzzle!

His skin, inherited from absorbing the Dryads, sizzled and cracked under the heat, the flames eating away at his flesh.

"RAAAAAH!" The King of Rakshas screamed, his roar echoing through the sky, shaking the earth beneath him.

His entire body trembled with fury and pain as the fire burned through him.

Bam-Bam-Bam

His massive feet stamped violently on the earth, each step causing shockwaves to tear through the land. His burning skin blistered, and his veins pulsed beneath the charred surface.

Desperate to crush her underfoot, the King of Rakshas leaped high into the air, his colossal form blocking out the sun as he descended, ready to squash her like an insect.

BOOM!

The ground quaked beneath his weight, cracks spreading like spiderwebs as his foot hurtled toward her.

But the woman was already moving, her body twisting and flowing like liquid fire as she evaded his attacks with graceful swiftness.

Her hips swayed, the thin fabric around her waist barely staying in place as she dodged the Rakshas King\'s monstrous stomp.

But just as she prepared to launch her counterattack, her attention wavered—distracted by the endless horde of Skinwalkers closing in from all sides.

Sssss....