You had trekked a long and arduous journey. A hard-fought one filled with death, death and more death. And now, you were an inch closer to becoming a Lord. You had to, for some reason. And at this point, for as far as you had come and gone, you didn’t know why you were doing this. But it mattered no more.

All that mattered was beating this abominable amalgamation of all the Lords of Cinder. It had skills, speed and strength unlike any but your own, it was almost like an equal.

You finally swung your blade into the Soul of Cinder’s waist, your blade clashing against the melted steel torso plating and completely shattering it off. The sparks flew and you closed your eyes for only but a moment, only to be met with something you didn’t expect. The Soul of Cinder was a female, with moist sweaty and glistening gray skin, toned abs, and big breasts let out from her chest plate, hips that were loosened from their armors tight grip, and a ass you could not see from this angle. At the very least, she had a thin bikini bra on as well as bikini underwear to match down low. You hadn’t expected this, and neither had she. “F-Fuck,” She said, jumping back and trying to cover herself though she wasn’t as indecent as it seemed. You were a little mesmerized. Be it amazement or arousal.

She turned around more, trying to hide her body more. But as seconds passed, something began to develop in her, her soul. Her personality, there was not meant to be a body beneath the armor, nor a single-voiced voice or even a personality that could feel embarrassment. Her confidence seemed to skyrocket, and so did her desire for control and power, this was the perfect test, she’d see what she could do with this new opportunity; so she turned around, purposely letting her boobs jiggle a little. She looked far more proud, and even sauntered closer with a confident sway. “Say, you were here to kill me? Yes? I’m sure you’re a burly warrior with a taste for blood… but you couldn’t kill little ‘ol me, could ya?”