The hill shatters under the weight of my own oppressive Miasma, a powerup of my own like a Magical Girl's. A crater forms, huge blocks pushed up like an expanding circle of toppled-over tombs of stone. Black cracks as shadowy as the sockets of my arms riddle the ground. Orbs of Vanity the size of houses in all their glorious golden-and-black striations peak through.
I grin, crossing my hand fingers.
"Domain Expansion," I joke.
The mask shatters.
My whole body hunches over into the bile, as my flesh reduces itself to a mere prop to hold onto the ground. A web of white strings dripping with shadowy blood flows and wraps around the neck of a head and sparkling magic growing appendages with fingers.
The jaw unhinges, jawbone shoved out of the perfect Fae face of impossible beauty, and touching the glass dust of the hill of mirrors. More of a yawning castle of flesh than the rattling gasp of snake-like ghouls on the Eve of the Stars.
My many hands grasped my face, my fingers clutching frenetically at my face. My hands desperately grabbed around my waist, hugging myself in ecstasy. They rip into the soft fabric of the dress.
My many hands ran along my hips. Many hands twirled my hair in a bored manner, as other hands clawed myself in white-hot emotion.
Just sheer mental pain as my mind fractured. I must say, I feel inclined towards poetic language. Perhaps it would express my pain more so.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!! I scream then laugh. My mouth splits open across my face, an awful sound of rubber bands snapping as flesh breaks apart to make away for my new maw.
My long silver teeth chime as they gnash together like a pure symphony of bells.
My tongue falls out of my grinning mouth, squirming around, licking my lips and trailing across my wide and weeping eyes.
I spastically jerk around on the ground, dragging my long bone claws across the now-hard-crystal hill, making a discordant screaming sound, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I delight in the pain it causes me.