Family's Legacy (FemVali TG)

Vali fired an orb of magic, destroying another pillar that was in his way, making a massive dust cloud form. With a swing of his arm, he cleared the dust cloud, allowing him to see what had happened. He narrowed his eyes, using all of his sensing skills to see if he would be able to notice any magical power disappointed by the lack of discovery. He had hoped that he would be able to find something here so that his time hadn’t been wasted.

Azazel had sent him to the old Lucifer family ruins and wanted him to see if there was anything that could be of use there. Vali had tried to refute it and made the argument that anything of worth that might be there had to be long gone by now. If it wasn’t taken by any of the other families or by thieves then it wouldn’t be any help, but Azazel refused and ordered him to go.

Vali sighed as he looked around, his mind pondering what being here was like. It felt strange to be here, and there was a bit of resentment. He was proud of his heritage, even if he felt that he had been born in the wrong century. The Lucifer bloodline had existed for millennias and was filled with strong fighters. It had ruled the Underworld for millenniums before the rebellion won.

To know that this was where his ancestors had lived reminded him of all their accomplishments, but they rang hollow in his heart. He didn’t care, primarily due to his past. Anything that could have interested him about his family’s past had been destroyed by his father and grandfather. If the Lucifer name were to end with him then it wouldn’t be an issue anyway, at least if his grandfather were to die first.

That monster had been nothing but a blight on the world, and until he was dealt with, every man, woman, and child would be in danger. Even then that might not be enough if there was some trap or precaution Rizevim Lucifer had taken. And with his grandfather’s insanity, he was willing to bet that whatever it was would ravage the world even more than he already had.

The war with his grandfather was getting worse every day. With every victory that they had gained, they would be closing in and tightening around him and his forces. Yet they couldn’t say confidently that things were going well despite the fact everything seemed to be going their way. A cornered rat was more dangerous when it was running out of options, though that might not even be true. For all they knew, they were playing right into whatever damn scheme that Rizevim had planned.

With someone as troublesome as his grandfather nothing could be certain. He had the power to rival the upper echelons of society, a sick and twisted mind able to come up with various ideas otters would never consider, and the lack of morals to use anything that could give him an advantage. His demented grandfather would do everything he could to win in the end.

Vali held back a sigh as he moved another pillar. Currently, his theory about what he would find nothing of worth here had proven to be true and he was sure that it would stay like that. With how many years had passed since the estate had been destroyed, Vali was willing to bet that everything of worth was gone.

Vali’s mind drifted, filled with boredom at how tedious the task was, and struggled to remain focused. He had to focus on the task at hand, even if there wasn’t anything that he might miss. Somehow Azazel would know if he half-assed the assignment or not.

‘There are more important and better means to prepare than wasting time going through old ruins,’ Vali thought spitefully.

Vali moved another pillar and was surprised to see a large section of stone with the Lucifer family sigil on it. This was the first large piece of the residence that he had seen in relatively one piece.

The hair on the back of Vali’s neck stood up and he looked at it more intently. It seemed a little too clean from the rest of the stone around it as if it had just been swept. There were small bits of dirt on parts of it, but it wasn’t like the dusty, broken remains of the ruins. The more he looked at it, the more sure he was that there was something more to it that he just wasn’t seeing.

Vali placed his hand on the door, and the moment it did, the sigil glowed with power. He could feel a burst of power come from it and then like a bomb going out, it sent out a pulse. The young man immediately stepped back just in case it was a trap that would go off. He braced himself, ready to use his power for both defensive or offensive means. The stone slab moved, revealing a set of stairs.

Vali relaxed but was still prepared for things to go wrong. After a burst of power like that, he would not be surprised if that caught the attention of some scavengers or some of the other more powerful beings that could sense them. He waited for something, anything more to happen, like someone arriving, another explosion of power, anything.

“Azazel is going to gloat about this for a while,” Vali groaned. He could already see the stupid smug smirk on the fallen angel’s face. He growled at the words that he imagined Azazel saying, going on about him being right and lording it over him as if it was a prize.

After a moment, Vali could feel the power flow from the entrance like a blast furnace. Vali’s frown deepened, again the victorious boasting that he imagined Azazel having only grew more powerful and made him want to slam his head into one of the surrounding pillars as hard as he could. He was not looking forward to when he headed back to headquarters. He hoped to Satan that it was some monster instead. At least then he would have some fun and Azazel would be proven wrong.

He slowly walked forward, mindful of anything that might happen. He looked down the cellar, wondering what he might find down here. There wasn’t anything that indicated that it would be money. To use resources like this to make a vault for money was a waste of resources as far as he was concerned. If this was nothing more than a money vault, he would be sorely disappointed by his ancestors that they felt the need to hide money as if it was their lifeblood. It had to have been used for items that would be hidden from others. If there were blueprints for this place then he would be willing to bet that they didn’t have this place on it.

The silver-haired young man reached the bottom of the stairs and was met with the sight of a vast horde of treasure. There were gold coins, jewels, and more lying around the room. A picture of a silver-haired man with a goatee lined the wall, and Vali knew that it was the original Lucifer.

Vali looked around the room and ignored the treasure that was around, trying to pinpoint the source of the magical power he was feeling. It was close, and thankfully, the power that was here told him that there was something worth his time here.

He walked further into the room wondering what he would find as he dived deeper into the cave. A place like this with the power that was currently inside of it couldn’t just be for coin. Besides from he had learned from Azazel, the old treasury had already been looted and dispersed by those that joined the New Satan faction.

Vali stopped when he came to a large iron door that looked exactly the same as the stone door. He could feel the demonic power coming from the room in droves. It was right behind this door, almost as if it was waiting for someone to discover it.

He placed his hand on the door and the magical barrier on it dissipated as if it was dust in the wood. The young man let out a breath as he pushed the door open. The moment the door cracked open, Vali felt a new stronger wave of power come over him. It now made sense why they had tried so hard to hide this room.

In the center of the room stabbed into the floor was a large longsword. It didn’t have any ornaments or decorations, but the power that was radiating off of the blade in droves was more than enough to make up for its plainness.

Vali stared at the large blade. He could feel the power radiating from it and knew that this was the source. The descendant of Lucifer gulped. The power that was radiating from the weapon was enough to rival some of the Longinus. He tried to place where and who might have had such a weapon before and could vaguely recall a distant ancestor of his who used a sword.

If he remembered correctly then when the weapon was used properly it allowed the user's power to rise to a point that none of the other Devil families could hope to match. If a weapon like this were to fall into the wrong hands then it would make their dominion over everything harder.

Now that he was standing in front of the weapon he wondered just how strong the power protecting this place was. He doubted that the current Beezelbub or Sirzechs Lucifer were unable to do sense. Someone of their skill and power would have been able to break the magical barrier down with ease. Not to mention his grandfather. Whatever the case was, it was a good thing that this was here. It would be a valuable tool in taking down his grandfather. It was ironic in a way, a weapon that had helped the Lucifer family rise to power would be used against them.

Vali knew that whoever was given it would surely be able to overcome anything they came across. Perhaps even slow his grandfather and his puppet down, if not kill them depending on who received the sword. There was no way that they would just give it to someone, but a person who would use the weapon to its fullest ability.

There were a few possibilities, two of which being in the Gremory peerage. Yuuto Kiba had proven himself to be quite successful with his attunement to swords, especially after what happened with Siegfried. Practically all of the weapons that his former compatriot had gone to him.

Xenovia also seemed like a potential wieder for this sword. Then again she did have Durandal and that did allow her quite some use. She wouldn’t cast that holy sword aside without a good reason. Even if the weapon was arguably more useful.

Vali picked up the blade and swung it a few times to get a feel for the weight of the weapon. He had never particularly cared for fighting with weapons, preferring to let his fists do the talking along with Divine Dividing. The weapon felt right in his hands as if it was meant for him and no one else.

The young man imagined the power of the blade, combined with the might that he had. With this, he was sure that he would be able to best anyone that got in his way, maybe even the likes of Ophis and Great Red.

“Why?” Vali wondered aloud. “Why should I give this to Azazel?”

The more Vali held the blade, the more he wondered why he should let someone else use it. This was his by right. Not only that, but Issei had Ascalon, even if he lent it out so one of his paramours were able to use the weapon. In a fight, it would be good if he had such a thing in his arsenal. He was sure that Arthur would be able to help him bring his sword skills up to par. All it would take was some time and then he was sure that he would be able to best his destined rival.

No this belonged in the hands of a Lucifer. It would only be used by one of the Lucifer bloodline as long as he existed. Normally he would never use such a thing, but in this case, he couldn’t afford to. He would have preferred to rely on his own strength. To finally best his grandfather after all of the attempts that he had made to try and break him, but things had escalated beyond his desires. Besides the irony of using a weapon that had ensured their dominance over the Devil race in the Underworld to take out the grandson of Lucifer was too tempting to pass up on.

The moment his grandfather was dead then he would be free of his shadow. He could live with no longer having to worry about him and whatever schemes that he might have made. Until then he had to get stronger so that he could finally put him in the ground. He forced those thoughts to the side and focused on what he had to do.

All he had to do was attune the blade and then he would be able to fully harness its power. He poured his power into the weapon and his eyes widened. The power the blade held coursed through his body and he breathed heavier.

A cool smirk appeared on Vali’s face as he poured his power into the blade. The moment he did, the blade glowed a bright purple and red. The sheen from the sword brightened as if a fresh batch of polish had been applied to it.

Power coursed through the young man’s body, making Vali smile. He felt stronger as if he could take on Issei and Sirzechs in their most powerful form and he wouldn’t even break a sweat. He poured more of his power into it and called upon more from the sword. The young man wanted to know how powerful he could make himself with it. This was the perfect testing ground before Azazel got his hands on it and ruined this nice little learning experience.

Another bust of power went through Vali, which made his smirk turn into a smile. Yes, with this much power coursing through him he was sure that he would be able to defeat anyone, especially his grandfather.

“Wonder if he would recognize this sword,” Vali muttered. If Rizevim did and was shocked by it, that would make their clash all the better.

Again another wave of power went through Vali, this time making him feel as if something was slithering in his clothes. The calm power from the blade became more intense and made him tighten his grip on the sword as if it was a lifeline.

Vali frowned. Something was off. He focused on feeling the power the blade had. It almost felt like it was dancing and melding his power from how the energy moved. It felt like two different energies were coming from the sword. Half of it came from the sword itself, and the other half felt like it was coming from something or someone else.

He tried to stop the flow of power coming from it but the sword wouldn’t stop. The second energy coming from the sword blossomed in power and seemed to meld with his own.

Vali immediately quickly stabbed the sword into the ground, and yet his body still felt off. His hands twitched and he frowned as he looked down at his hands.

Even though he no longer held the sword, the power from it was still coursing through his body, but it didn’t feel wild and out of control. It was focused as if it had a goal in mind that it was trying to accomplish. It was a small blessing that it wasn’t hurting him, but the fact that it wasn’t causing him harm made him worry. If it wasn’t going to cause him physical pain then it might be trying to do something else instead.

The hybrid looked at his twitching hands. With all of his will he tried to get it under control, but it refused to. Even at his best it still let out a minor twitch.

All of a sudden Vali’s clothes felt off. The fabric of his attire felt rougher, harsher as if he had been out here rolling in the dirt for weeks. It made him twitch and pull at the collar of his shirt.

Vali wasn't sure if his vision was going crazy or if it was from the blade's power, but when he looked at his hands they seemed…daintier. He wiggled his fingers and balled them into a fist and they still felt like they were his. He rolled his arms and the sleeves of his jacket went down exposing his arms.

Vali looked all around his body and was horrified to find that the hair that had lined his body was gone as if it had been waxed off of his body. He looked all over his body trying to find some small trace of the body hair that he had, and yet no matter where he looked from his arm, his chest, legs, and even his crotch hair was gone.

As Vali looked he noticed on a second look that his clothes felt even further off. They felt looser than they had been seconds ago. The legs of his pants now touched the floor of the area, and his shirt seemed a size too large.

The hybrid looked at his hands again, hoping that they would be able to shed some light on the matter. The sleeves of his jacket drooped even more and his arms looked even thinner than they had been earlier. Vali quickly rolled the sleeves down and to his shock saw that the muscles in his arms seemed to be disappearing. He examined his arm intently and realized that the muscles weren’t gone, but they seemed slimmer, more compact. He traced the muscles that he had and tightened his bicep. The young man frowned at the smaller ball of muscle that was there. His arms looked almost womanly as if they belonged to a fit woman instead.

Vali winced as cramps suddenly attacked his stomach. He held his stomach as his upper body bowled over. He breathed through his nose, trying to keep himself under control. It got harder to keep some semblance of control over himself. His face twitched as he held his stomach tighter.

The heir of Lucifer blinked as he noticed that there was a softness on his arms that was becoming more prevalent. Vali raised his shirt and to his horror, he saw that the hard, chiseled abs that he had earned from intense training sessions were getting smaller. He pressed down on the diminishing muscle and was somewhat pleased that despite the softness that he was gaining there was still a strong tone there that gave him some relief. Just as quickly as it started the transition of the muscle that he had there came to an end and he was left with a flat, toned stomach to rival any of the female beauties in the world.

“What the? How?” Vali groaned at the new slim sexy stomach that he had. The change to his skin and arms was weird enough but this was something else.

The sides of Vali’s waist pinched inward as the magic from the blade coursed through his body again. All Vali could do was groan as the pain from his gut seemed to be renewed. He gagged and tried to suppress how uncomfortable it was, but it kept gnawing at his mind forcing him to focus on it.

The sides of his stomach caved inward, making Vali groan again. He ran his hands down the side of his body trying to keep calm. It was almost nauseating how the change just kept getting prominent. The slimmer it got, the nicer his new stomach to his disgusted horror. Just as quickly as the process began, it ended when he had a slim waist that would have caught the eye of anyone that gazed upon him, especially those inclined to feminine builds.

“Why does my waist look like this?” Vali questioned.

Again Vali questioned why the curse of the sword had been changing him like this. If he was the owner of such a blade and had to put some protection on it he would have made sure that it did something harmful to the person who tried to use it without consent. Losing their vision, a hand, their life, something that made sense. At best this would only be a hindrance, and not even have their life on the line. He almost wished that Azazel was here now, at least for his expertise in magic.

The young man stumbled as his legs suddenly felt off as if he was standing on muddy land. He looked down as his felt small little pricks on them as if small little needles were biting them. The shoes that he was wearing felt off, looser, and the young man flinched as he tried to keep a straight face. He kicked them off with terrifying ease and saw that his feet were smaller, more compacted as if he had lost a couple of years of his age.

The changes traveled up his legs and Vali breathed as he struggled to remain standing. Hard muscles that he had in his legs softened slightly as some of it traveled upward. Vali swore that he could feel every bit of fat and muscle as it moved across his frame. It was as if he was a clay doll that someone was molding however they wished.

The matter settled on his thighs which immediately became larger as more of the mass there settled. The sides of his pants strained from the sudden increase as tears and slits formed on the side of them. Vali groaned as they expanded, his developing thighs crushing his balls and rod between them. The slight tremble of his thighs only made what was going on down there worse for him.

His hips flared out, making the young man wince at the sudden shapely form that they had. Someone would have easily been able to hold them and caress them. He placed his hands down on them and shuddered at the sensitivity that came from them.

Vali could only stare in shock at the newest alteration to his figure in horror. Again his mind questioned what had happened to him and why was it going this way. Out of all the things that could have happened to him, why did his body have to be changing like this?

A sudden feeling came over Vali’s face that made him twitch. It was as if he was about to sneeze but it just wouldn't come out. Vali opened his mouth, still feeling as if he was about to let it all out at once, but it wouldn’t come out. His nose let out low cracks as the bridge of it settled into a more feminine appearance as his nostrils compensated for the sudden alteration as well to match. His lips bloated as if he was having an allergic reaction to something and he sucked on them. Despite his best efforts, a low whine came out from him as his cheekbones rose higher and his jawline softened.

Vali quickly felt around his face, his heart pounding in his chest as if a vat of acid had been thrown on it. The new curves and raised bones, the softer lips, and the smaller nose made him feel as if his body had become some sort of abomination, even if it still vaguely felt like himself.

Even though Vali didn’t have a mirror the young man knew what his face looked like now. With the way that the features felt and how they were, it was easy for him to know that his visage had changed into that of a woman.

“This…of all things that could have happened to me this is what is happening!” Vali raged, his face darkening in fury. He didn’t know if this was a defense placed by his family or a side effect of it, but if this was some defense then he couldn’t believe that this was how they decided to protect it.

Vali shuddered as a cool sensation came over his head, making him feel as if someone had dunked a gallon of water over him. All at once, his hair billowed out behind him in a luscious wave of shiny silky smooth hair. Vali blinked at the new longer man of silvery snow-white hair. It brushed against the ground, much to his dismay, making his new beautiful face curl into one of disgust, that would have still attracted some to him.

Suddenly warmth flashed down below and made his face darken. Blood rushed through his body and Vali looked down, fearful of what he might find down there. A slight tearing noise filled the cave and to his horror, the source of it came from the front of his pants.

“No!” Vali reached down between his legs as the last true bastion of his masculinity stood. It stood proud against his thighs. It tented the front of his pants, and the loose strings of his pants that had remained from his curvaceous lower body’s assault were ruined. He got to watch as his manhood coiled into his body like a serpent retreating into its hole.

The silver-haired boy shuddered as his face morphed into one that was of pure bliss. His thighs trembled as one of his balls entered his body. The other quickly followed as if it was chasing after its compatriot into its new. The young man breathed heavily as the energy that remained from this procedure felt as if it had been sapped from his body. He swayed from side to side and if it wasn’t for his honed hardened instincts he would have fallen to the ground. An erotic gasp left his mouth as his adam’s apple disappeared. He could feel his former boys change inside of him into a pair of ovaries.

Even so, he felt like he hadn’t reached the pinnacle of the pleasure that he could gain. It kept creeping further on him and the soon-to-be girl could only brace himself as best he could. Though he doubted that no matter how hard he tried to resist the appeal from that he would be able to resist it. Even so, he refused to let this forced pleasure get the better of her.

“No,” Vali pleaded quietly and then frowned. He knew on some level that no one would answer and yet the word had just slipped out. In one quick motion, the remains of his dick entered his body and in its place, a fresh new vagina formed that burned for attention.

For a moment, Vali forgot all of her problems and simply existed. The almost mind-breaking euphoria that ran through her system utterly dazed her and it was a miracle in itself that she was still able to stand.

After a moment, the pleasure Vali felt died enough for her to think clearly and she started to remember where she was and what was happening to her. The new girl breathed out, the air flowing in and out of her lungs at a brisk and easy pace. Her face darkened as she remembered what had put her in that state.

“No,” Vali groaned angrily. Her fingers almost went into her new hole and she spasmed again. A brief perverted part of her wanted to reach into it and see what it fully felt like to explore that part of her new anatomy, but she resisted its siren’s call. She was the descendant of the original Lucifer, a warrior, not some debased pervert like Issei!

They were far more important things that she had to do at the moment. Like trying to figure out why the sword had done this to her of all things and how to change back.

Vali tried to teleport out of the room, but couldn’t. It was as if there was a magical wall blocking her from using it. She looked at her fingers and performed a basic fire spell. A small ball of fire appeared in her hand without any issue making her sigh before she ended the spell. So she could still use her magic, but she couldn’t leave the room through mystical means. Probably a security message that her family had implemented so that none of the other houses could come and go as they pleased.

Suddenly the blade glowed again and the young woman squealed in shock. The torn and frayed clothes that she felt shifted around her frame. The fabric got softer, and tighter across her body, even more than it already was. She could feel her underwear morph into a black thong that rested between her cheeks. The remains of her jacket melded into her clothes and formed into black straps that rested over her nipples that kept them from view. A pair of black high heels formed that made her stand a little taller. Her clothes finished changing into a tight bodysuit that was primarily a silky brown spandex fabric that hugged her body tightly, with black straps protecting her nipples, the new underwear that she had on total display.

“I have to walk out of here in this,” Vali muttered disgustingly to herself and then sighed. Fine, she could walk out of the room, she had two working legs, even if they were now somewhat foreign feeling and altered.

The blade entered her vision and for a moment the young woman considered unleashing a barrage of power at it to destroy it. The young woman stared at the sword as if it was a filthy piece of junk that would set her on fire. Her hands curled, wishing that it was alive so that she could make it suffer for the humiliation that it would cause her. Despite her wishes, she grabbed the sword. She would probably need it if she was going to change back.

Vali stormed to the front door, ignoring the longer hair that waved behind her and how her hips rolled. The new woman tried her absolute best to ignore the changes that had happened to her body, but it was easier said than done. Her new figure came with a sensitivity that she wasn’t used to. It didn’t help that her body seemed to be magically stuck walking at a sexy saunter that would have made men go crazy. At the very least she didn’t have to worry about anything bouncing around. It was a small mercy that she would take with both hands.

Heat assaulted her chest and the young woman breathed her nose. Her face twitched and the young woman braced herself for whatever devilish thing would happen next, even though she already knew on some level what it would be.

Vali’s eyes twitched as she saw her nipples poking through the new top that she had been forced to wear. The young woman breathed in and out, her grip on the blade tightening even further. If it was made out of anything less then it surely would have crumbled in her hand like a piece of old paper. Her nipples finished growing when her areola were the size of American quarters and her nipples poked through the cloth like eraser points.

The descendant of Lucifer moved faster as her pecs pushed out, making her groan. The rough fabric of her shirt roughly scratched against her developing breasts and she breathed harshly through her nose out as she tried to get herself under control. She increased her pace, her new clothes scratching her nipples more and making her body flare-up.

“They better not get too big,” Vali muttered as she could feel the fabric around her knockers tickle her expanding bosom. There was no doubt that she would be able to handle whatever change happened to her figure without much issue. She wasn’t a weakling and would be able to deal with something as minor and as simple as back pain. Though she would make sure that she avoided Issei. It wouldn’t be cowardly if she put all of her time and effort into making sure that she avoided Issei since it would be for a purely strategic reason.

Vali looked down at her bust and her eyes widened at how quickly a sizeable pair of boobs formed. The new young woman could only stare at them and tripped over her own feet at the orange-sized breasts that were resting almost proudly on her chest. She let go of the blade and threw her arms out to stop her fall.

The growing weight of their new form quickly became more apparent to the former man and her face darkened despite all of her efforts not to. The now orange-sized boobs only continued to swell larger much to her dismay. She quickly stood up before her drooping boobs had an opportunity to touch the ground. Her apple-sized breasts bounced as she inadvertently stood up straighter and faster than intended. To her annoyance, the bounce of her bust was becoming more apparent with every second that passed.

Vali took a moment to take stock as their growth finally seemed to slow, much to her relief. There was only so much boob mass that she would be able to handle before it became to much for her. The young sweated slightly, counting the seconds until it would finally come to an end.

She didn’t dare to touch her tits, hesitant to see what the pleasure she would feel from them would be like, and worried that touching them would cause her boobs growth to renew with a vengeance. Her jugs finally finished growing when they became a huge attractive G-cup breasts that were larger than watermelons.

“Finally it’s over,” Vali muttered, her voice having a tinge of glee in it.

Vali’s glee immediately dies with a heavy frown from how huge her new boobs were. There was no doubt in her mind that they would immediately gain the attention of her rival. This would never be the attention that she wanted to get from Issei.

Now that her body had finished changing, she could get out of here. Go to Azazel, have him fix this, and then strangle him. Not necessarily in that order.

The young woman quickly adjusted her appearance so that she didn’t look like a complete mess. She needed to maintain some level of dignity. It would be meaningless because she knew that Azazel and some of the others would crack some jokes at her expense, and would be unable to do so in these clothes.

She gasped as another round of heat erupted from her rear end. The young woman’s jaw dropped as she realized what was happening down there.

“No,” Vali pleaded as she looked at her ass. She gulped as her butt cheeks started to inflate like a pair of balloons filled with helium. Just like when her breasts were growing, the tight fabric tickled her bum as it moved. She struggled to remain still, and her shivering only made the soft silky fabric tickled her bum with her greater intensity. She didn’t dare try to leave her spot, worried about the arousal that she would be enough to mess with her more than it already was.

The thong seemed like it was getting devoured between her blossoming cheeks, the front digging deeper into her crotch, while the back string seemed to be lost between her butt cheeks. She pulled at her underwear through the suit and tried to adjust it so that it didn’t feel as tight, but it quickly proved to be a failing battle. The weight of her ass only continued to expand and the weight pulled her body down. It was as if they were trying to even out. She grabbed her ass cheek and blushed at how much plush cushion was there. It was as if she had shoved a plush cushion down her pants. The excess flesh continued to sill out between her figures and she gulped. She let go of her bottom and gulped as it continued to expand. It finally came to an end and the moment it ceased she hesitantly looked at her bulbous rear.

The young Lucifer scion’s face darkened immensely at just how massive her ass was. She had thought that her breasts were something, but her ass was something else entirely. Her new lower cheeks easily eclipsed her breasts in size. It was easily the largest ass that she had seen in her life and stood out behind her like two massive shelves. This new posterior that she had would truly live up to that ridiculous title that she had earned, the Butt Dragon Emperor. Or while she stuck like this Empress would be more appropriate.

It was a small mercy that she was here alone. She was sure that Issei and his lovers would be stunned speechless by her new form and Kuroka would be dying of laughter. They must never know.

Vali tried to walk out, but the new young woman stumbled and could feel everything jiggle like jello. She took a moment to gather herself before she walked again, and again felt her boobs and butt bounce in tandem with her steps. The young woman slowed her pace, hoping that would be enough to stop the bouncing from her boobs and butt, but it didn’t. Her eyebrow twitched the more she walked, getting more annoyed and frustrated with her new curves.

The former boy unfurled her wings and floated across the room back to the front door. The jiggle that came from her new attachments was minimal at best. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it was better than walking or running. She didn’t have to deal with either of her new features bouncing around as much. It was a temporary solution at best.

Vali hoped that Azazel would have some answers for this. If he didn’t then she would make her…displeasure well known, no matter the consequences.

Vali tapped her finger against her arm as she waited impatiently for Azazel to tell her why the sword had caused her transformation. He was studying the sword intently, using several magic spells as he did.

Azazel hadn’t dared to make any jokes about her new figure, knowing better the sort of damage that she could cause if she was given a reason. Good, he did have some sense of survival instinct after all.

Her adopted father had offered her a seat and told her that this would take some time, but all that did was earn a death glare that would put the original Lucifer’s glare to shame, with the image of Albion growling behind her. There was no way that she would sit down when she had an ass like this. She already had enough of a damn reminder of how her new front and back bumpers swayed and bounced.

“Ok finally done,” Azazel sighed as he turned to her. “It seems like the blade was still attuned to the old user when you did it, even though she had been dead for who knows how long.”

“And how do we go about facing this?” Vali questioned tightly.

“That would take some time. I would need to study you and the sword before I know how to do so. And before I could start those tests, I would need to finish some of the war projects,” Azazel answered, making Vali’s glare grow even more powerful. “I’m sorry but there are a few things that I have to prioritize at the moment! I would love to turn you back into a guy, but with the war against your grandfather there are tools that we might need, or else people will die!”

Vali sighed and ran her hand down her face. He had a point there. With the war entering the next swing, things were bound to get worse and both sides would throw surprises at the other.

“I swear I’ll get to it as fast as I can, but these take priority first,” Azazel said and moved to place his hand on her shoulder.

Before Azazel could, Vali stormed out of the room, ignoring her bouncing boobs and booty as best she could. She walked down the hall and then sighed. She slammed her head against the wall, making a massive spider web of cracks form on it.

After doing so, Vali could only stare at her new posterior for what felt like the hundredth time. No matter how much she looked at it she couldn’t help but be stunned by how large it was. The damn jiggle coming from it like a taunt and would be drawing in all ass lovers everywhere and if that didn’t then she was sure any purveyors of large breasts would. This war better end soon. She wasn’t sure how long she would be able to stand having an ass that would be able to rival a dump truck.