As the chaos unfolded at St. Claire's orphanage, Viktor, the bandit leader, had cornered Sister Belle. His intentions were on sexual nature, and he saw an opportunity to intimidate and sexualy harm the orphanage's protectors.

Viktor, with a sinister grin, eyed Sister Belle's beauty and Voluptuous body. His intention was to make his way on her ripping her top revealing pinkish white skin her breast as soft as slime gell, Sister belle struggling to fight back got slapped on the face and hit in the stomach trembling in fear she collapsed

In the midst of the confrontation, as Sister Belle bled from the wound and being forced to, Zenon watched, feeling a growing rage within him. He had always known he was different, but it was in this moment of crisis that something within him stirred.

Zenon's demonic power, the very essence of his unique nature, awakened as he witnessed Sister Belle's body looking lifeless thinking she died. It was a trigger, an uncontrollable surge of energy that surged through him. In an instant, his power manifested, and his eyes blazed with an otherworldly fire.

The transformation in Zenon was not lost on Viktor. He paused, sensing the emergence of an extraordinary force. The confrontation had shifted, and Viktor, now facing Zenon's unleashed power, felt a sudden reluctance to continue his aggression As the life drained from Sister Bell's body a wellspring of rage and darkness surged within Zenon. The sight of his beloved sister once full of life and laughter now immobile and lifeless ignited a raw and primal force deep within him..

The scene unfolded with a focus on Zenon's awakening and the protective instinct triggered by Sister Belle's death. Zenon's unique abilities were unveiled, and the bandit leader, Viktor, was momentarily deterred by the manifestation of this newfound power.

In the wake of the bandit attack on Grandale, Zenon, who now embraced the name Eliam, was thrust into a transformative experience that would change his life forever. The pent-up energy within him, the very essence of his demonic power, erupted like a volcano ready to unleash its fury.

As Viktor about to have his way upon Sister Belle, a primal rage surged within Eliam. His body convulsed, and the air crackled with energy. In an instant, he underwent a dramatic transformation. His once youthful form grew taller, towering at a staggering 10 feet. His body expanded in mass, muscles rippling with raw power.

Eliam's fangs elongated, and his claws sharpened to a degree that no sword could match. His skin took on a tanned hue, as if he were forged in the fires of some ancient abyss. His hair turned a stark white, contrasting with his tan complexion, like the embodiment of an otherworldly force.

The transformation was nothing short of breathtaking and terrifying. He had become a creature of immense power, a being who had tapped into his dormant demonic heritage. It was a transformation that defied the limits of human understanding, as if a dormant beast had been awakened and sliced Viktor in half.

With newfound might, Eliam turned his gaze upon the bandits who had wrought havoc upon Grandale's village. His eyes blazed with an unrelenting fire as he charged into their midst, the earth trembling beneath his colossal steps.

What followed was a gruesome scene of retribution. Eliam, now a monstrous force, tore through the bandits with unmatched ferocity. Limb by limb, the assailants fell to his unrelenting onslaught, their cries of terror and pain echoing through the night.

His demonic power surged with each strike, and his wrath knew no bounds. The bandits, who had once threatened the peace of Grandale, were now met with the vengeance of a being they couldn't comprehend.

As the last of the bandits fell, the village fell into an eerie silence, the weight of the carnage heavy upon it. Eliam's monstrous form began to recede, and the transformation slowly subsided. He stood amid the devastation, a mixture of awe and horror etched upon the faces of those who had witnessed his power.

Eliam returned to the orphanage, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. He had unveiled a dark aspect of himself, a force that was both a source of protection and a harbinger of destruction. His path to understanding his demonic heritage had just begun, and the price of this revelation was etched in the memory of the orphanage and the village of Grandale.

As Eliam returned to the orphanage, the transformation that had made him a formidable force began to recede. He collapsed near the entrance, the enormity of his experience taking a toll on his young body returning him back to normal.

Sister Margarette, having seen the astonishing spectacle of his transformation and the ensuing confrontation, As Sister Margarette gazed upon the exhausted Eliam, the shock of witnessing his incredible transformation still fresh in her mind, a wave of realization washed over her. Eliam was no ordinary child; he was a demon, a being of immense power.

Her thoughts raced back to a past that had remained hidden, a time when she had encountered otherworldly forces and found herself entangled in events that defied human comprehension. The memories of those years ago came flooding back, and she couldn't help but wonder about the significance of Eliam's presence in her life.

The orphanage was no longer the sanctuary she had thought it to be, and the young boy before her was a living reminder of the mysteries that had long been buried in her past. Sister Margarette was left to grapple with the enigmatic nature of Eliam and the uncertainty that lay ahead. Chpater End