High in her room in one of the castle's towers,
Ophelia examined her teeth for the fourth time, her eyes still wet and teary. She'd been crying again.
Her canines were sharper, she was certain, and her other teeth were changing subtly too. After . . after her own father had accepted her advances and given her . . had held her like a woman -
she suppressed a sob, not wanting a servant to check in on her and find her distraught.
She fell onto her bed. The room was small, and cozy, and well-lit. Her father had done everything to make her feel like this was her home, had made sure she had a private chamber, with a fireplace of ordinary fire rather than darklight. He did love her - and she loved him.
But until . . that moment . . . she'd never seen Bezaleel. Not the real Bezaleel, at least, only the calm, reserved, doting but firm father version.
She pulled up her knees, hugging them to herself and burying her face.
Her teeth had felt a little strange after Skeles, but it had gone away with time. After eating this Marilla, the tingling wasn't going away. She could ignore it most times, and brushing her teeth helped a little, but the only thing that really made it stop was burying her teeth in flesh.
What was she turning into? Why wouldn't her lusts go away? Her lust for blood, and now her lust for Bezaleel, the same god that she had once been ready to betray.
She couldn't think of Bezaleel as her father and as the god that had - embraced her. Not at the same time. She felt split, like there was her father - who was kinda cool in a bland way - and the Bezaleel who had accepted her monstrous nature, seen her for what she was, and had answered her lust with his own.
If she hadn't intiated things, would he have kissed her anyway? Considering what she knew of him . . no, he wouldn't have. He was remarkably patient and considerate of her desires, even building the arena just because she had wanted to see the undead fight.
So she had chosen this, and if she wanted, she could end it. In this . . . secret, she and her father were equals.
She blinked, as insight hit her. That's what the difference had been - with fresh blood in her, she'd felt powerful. Her arousal had been high - after the fight, after getting to play with Marilla. And because she'd felt powerful - and because she'd seen the true Bezaleel - she'd forgotten about what they were to each other.
She'd only seen a beautiful, terrible, strong god. A suitable mate, and one that had already proved loyal, intelligent, and of similar tastes. Everything had just made so much sense in that moment - she felt like a natural predator in its element, and he had just been a male of the same monstrous species, to her beast-brain.
She left the bed, checked her teeth again. They WERE sharper - her finger came away bloody.
She grinned, and watched her teeth shift into fangs as she stopped fighting it. This was who she was - an eater of gods, a divine beast, and a very good daughter to a
very bad dad.
Ophelia has been seduced by the call of the beast blood.
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