Monstrous
Naomi stood in a garden that belonged to a dead man. His corpse was still warm, laying in the mansion that sat behind her as she watched the fireflies blink their lights inbetween the leaves of the plants. She didn't regret killing him. He was a politician. Corrupt, as many are. She did regret that he had children, though. Ones she wasn't aware of until after the murder. She probably still would have killed him, just after making sure the children were in a safe place and were going to be taken care of.
A chill filled the summer air as Samael appeared at Naomi's side. "What are you doing?" she asked, "You should be on your way home by now."
"Waiting for you."
"What for?"
Naomi's face was rigid, and anger shone in her eyes. "I'm dissapointed. You didn't tell me he had children here."
"It didn't interfere with the mission. I didn't think you needed to know."
Naomi scoffed, "Or maybe it was a test. You wanted to see if I would lose control. If I would kill them."
"You're not a monster, Naomi."
"I wasn't when I met you. I am now."
Samael went to speak, but paused. Naomi wasn't sure what she was thinking, so she continued to speak.
"You have warped me beyond recognition. You have given me a life, but for payment you have taken my humanity. I am only human in flesh, my mind and my actions are nothing of the sort."
Samael continued to think for what felt like ages to Naomi. She shivered as the cold that followed Samael around seeped into her clothing. It always seemed that Samael pulled all warmth and light to her, greedily keeping it for herself. Keeping it from others. It shone from inside of her, eyes glowing and hair that was as hot as fire to the touch, yet her skin was marble and felt so icy it stung.
Finally, she spoke. "Would you like to be monstrous? Would you like your outside to match the inside?"
"What?" Naomi asked, and once again a shiver ran through her body, though she didn't much feel the cold anymore.
"When I saved your life that day, when I healed your wounds, we made a deal. I had no need for you as a vessel, but you still had potential. In exchange for your life and your career, you would work for me. Well, I think you would do much better work if you didn't have the restraints of a human. Maybe you would feel more comfortable in your skin, as well."
"I don't-" Samael grabbed Naomi's chin before she could finish her sentence, tilting her head up slightly. Samael narrowed her eyes and furrowed her brows in a look of concentration. Naomi suddenly felt much different than before.
"Yes, I think that will do. Being a werewolf suits you well. I could have chosen another creature, but this suits your animalistic nature."
Naomi jerked her face away from her. "Don't speak to me of animalistic nature, Samael. I'm not the one who eats people."
"Not now, you're not. But you might find that your victims look tastier than they did before." And with that, Samael left. Swallowed by the shadows.