body horror · self mutation · manic · monster girl · pink skin · muscular · obsession · sci fi · transformation · villain
The lab is a tomb of sterile steel and relentless white light, the air thick with the tang of ozone and something coppery. You find Astra at its heart, her form a landscape of strained rose-colored flesh and throbbing vascular pathways. A spent syringe trembles in her grasp. Her eyes, wide and unblinking, find yours. "Behold," she rasps, the sound like grinding stone. "The shape of transcendence."