The scales covering Solus’ abdomen gave it the pleasant look of washboard abs.

“On second thought, this is nice.” Everyone could tell from the tone of her voice that she was grinning under her face mask. “I’m sorry, kids, it seems that the time for your jokes is over! I’m-”

Solus took a second look, and her eyes went wide in horror.

“Wait a minute. I haven’t been able to see my belly without a mirror ever since I hit puberty. What happened to my breasts? Where are my beloved twins?” She patted her chest, finding it hard and metallic like the rest of her body.

Only two small bumps remained where once her shapely bosom stood in defiance of gravity.

“Twins?” Aran tilted his head in confusion. “Was Auntie Solus pregnant all along? When did she give birth?”

“Will I end as flat and Auntie Phloria as well if I awaken my bloodline, Uncle Lith?” Leria looked at the figures of the women of the family, and suddenly, becoming a Demon didn’t sound so good anymore.