Iris
Somewhere Mordor-ish
Dark times
New body, new place, new life
My body feels different upon opening my eyes. However, I know what I'm in for. I know that of my own free will, I chose to be this. Still, that doesn't stop me from covering myself with my newfound wings, my extra muscles, nerves and instincts acting for me. I... just need some time, is all...
At first, I didn't know what to do. All I did was go to sleep, then some gravelly voice told me that I was headed for Prinnyhood in the Netherworld, only to it to be a mixup, one that could not be completely reversed. Instead, he said that I could only be a demon from hereon, and as consolation, I could choose which kind I would become.
A panel was shown in front of me, presenting different classes of demons, images of beings of all shapes and sizes, many of them familiar, looking much like the ones from the Disgaea series. Along with the images were the names of the classes, and pressing them brought up their descriptions. It felt like a vivid dream, yet it also felt so real. Pinching my arm only brought me a moment of pain. While it felt like a... change of pace, or an escape from the pressures of reality, I wasn't sure I liked being thrown into a potentially more dangerous life. Why couldn't I be in heaven, or Celestia? Self-sufficiency wasn't one of my strengths, and what about those left behind? Would my friends and loved ones back home be all right?
At least I wasn't going to be a Prinny (Disgaea is real now?!). Their working conditions in the Netherworld were... hellish, literally and figuratively. Near-endless hard labor wasn't something I was looking for in a lifestyle.
Anyway, there was only the path forward, which was to take the form of a demon. I was drawn to the female ones, which more closely matched my sense of self compared to what I was born with. However, while there were many options, there was no Angel, like the ones from Celestia, which would had been my first choice. I asked, and according to the voice, it was not available at the time, and that the two closest ones to it were the Female Healer and the Succubus, both being descendants of fallen angels. I... chose the latter, partly for the wings, partly for the looks, and partly because she had offensive magic alongside the healing, as well as a resistance to fire. I wasn't a fan of fire, and just because I took the form of a succubus didn't mean I had to act like one...
While wrapped within my wings, I take the time to... examine my body, to let myself feel what it is like to be this. I run a hand through my hair, its weight of which hangs back from my head, and it's so long, soft and smooth, reaching down to my hips... I could try flipping it if I want to. I bring up a few strands in front of my eyes, and it's such a deep shade of indigo, or blue-violet. I'm not sure as to the exact hue, but it's a vivid one. So nice...
Two weights could be felt from the sides of my head. Tracing them with my hand, the shape feels like that of... horns, curving upward and around like halves of a heart. Knocking on one doesn't elicit much of a sensation from me, and the texture and hardness is kinda like... that of my nails. Maybe they're made from similar materials?
My skin looks lighter in complexion now, and smoother, with little presence of hair. Touching it only shows me that it's smoother than before. I wonder what my new face looks like... and dangling from my ears, now pointy-feeling in shape, are a pair of earrings, circular ones. Looking at my hands, partially covered in black fingerless gloves, shows that they look more delicate, yet feel stronger than before. I notice that my nails are colored in black, too. On instinct, I wiggle my hands as I see and feel my fingernails lengthen, tapering into sharp points at their ends, like... claws? Yes, they're claws, kinda like what werewolves have. Um... okay. If anything, it just looks fascinating to have these, and they look like they'd come in handy for self-defense, too.
New instincts guide me as I retract the claws. Next is... I look down, my black, leathery wings slightly loosening their wrapping around me to let me see myself. I really have the body of a girl now, chest, waist, hips and everything (and I could feel the, fortunately bearable, weight of the first one), and the outfit, while it's relatively more decent than what the standard succubus was wearing, it's still somewhat revealing, showing off part of my thighs, my midriff, and um, my cleavage, but it... also looks familiar, a form-fitting, rubbery bodysuit in black with magenta highlights, snug and soft and comfy. The choker around my neck has that same color scheme, plus a circular ornament in front that... looks like the top portion of the Sega Genesis console. The matching detached sleeves on my arms, and the bracelets on my wrists, are known to me, too. Along with my hair... do I look like Iris Heart, the one from Neptunia? I think so, but with the addition of succubus stuff. Nice...
Speaking of those stuff, my new, batlike wings can be very much felt, my back supporting them. Another thing is also new to my senses, that of... a tail from my backside. On instinct, it moves around in front of me, allowing me to see it. No, it's not the fluffy type one finds with, say, kitsune. Rather, it's a slender, black one, ending in a heart-shaped tip. It looks flexible, yet strong, like a whip. The tip feels sharp, too, such that it could be another method of self-defense for me. Um, my tail seems to be a tad sensitive, though. Maybe I just need to get used to it?
My Iris-style outfit continues on down my hips, covering most of my legs. Enclosing my feet are heeled boots, which make me feel like I'm tiptoeing. They're oddly comfortable though, which is better than them being a pain. Maybe there's some kind of magic or something?
Mm... I think I can live with this. Now, where am I? Around me is... a stereotypical depiction of hell. No, it's definitely not the icy lake of Cocytus. Rather, it's the fire and brimstone type of place, like Mordor, and is that a river of lava right beside me? What the goodness? ...How am I not getting burned? If anything, it doesn't feel as hot as it should. Rather, it's... bearably hot for some reason, something I can actually live with, even if I prefer the cold than the heat. Then again, didn't Gordon, Jennifer and company have a picnic at the Sea of Gehenna, a place like this? And those first two are but regular humans, too. How'd they not get burned just by the convection of the lava?
There's a large building in front of me, an elegant mansion or manor of sorts, a distinctly white and angular presence around here, somehow, without soot or anything. Talk about an excellent cleaning service... it seems a bit scorched and damaged though.
It doesn't look like there are others within... but there are those around me instead. I recognize what at least some of them are from my prior knowledge of Disgaea, but some, I don't. A kyuubi no kitsune (I didn't know that's a thing here), a recolored alraune with clothes, a nekomata who could use more clothes, a Prinny (wait, someone actually chose the penguin? Like, seriously?), a Magic Knight (at least from the attire and general appearance), a Martial Artist (well, he kinda looks the part, though I could be mistaken), and... I'm not sure about that last guy. So these are the ones in the same boat as me. Uh...
"Hello?" I say, shyly waving towards them. Goodness, my voice is like Iris Heart's, too, all soft and mellow. My pitch remains low, but it's undoubtedly feminine now... and nice.
