Raziel was desperate, he knew what he had to do. He had failed to reach his son and connect with him as a man. So, he would try again, this time, as a beast. However, changing of one’s form was not as easy as it looked. It was a painful experience to say the least and each time he did, he risked losing himself to his beast a little more. That didnt matter though. Raziel could control it, he knew he could, he had too. All he needed to do was prepare. The ritual would be a long one, the process arduous, but he had to try. The first thing required was meditation, focusing on the form he wished to take. Even among deities the process of shifting was something uncommon and unnatural. Luckily, he had been a daemon log before a god. A mockery of life and creation some would call it. He threatened to offend others of his pantheon, he didnt care, let them come. This was to be done for more than a mere show of power or status. This was to save what little family he had. He closed his eyes and focused, drinking tea made from water gathered from a wolves paw print and leaves of wolves bane.
For several hours he did this, steeling his mind. Letting his flesh settle and grow soft to make it all the more easy. Finally he was ready. A silent prayer was offered to the wolf god for forgiveness, but this had to be done. The change began, starting first as a pulse that came from his heart. He clutched at his chest, the pain imense. A groan escaped him as his body twisted and contorted within his skin. His flesh ripped from his arched back as he fell to the ground, keeping himself from the dirt with a single hand. From the tears, tuffs of red fur could be seen rising up from the scar’s. From between his knuckles, large claws protruded. He gave a cry of pain. He would endure, he had too. Both hands on the ground now, his skin rippled as more tears grew and his inner beast began to take form.
Finally, it ripped through him. A large wolf of red and grey fur, the size of a small truck stood in the place of Raziel’s human form. Its eyes that predatory ember. The beast panted heavily, the ordeal had drained him significantly, but he would be alright for now. Now for the final step. The wolf lowered its head and ate of the flesh of what was Raziel. Its jaw clapping with each bite it took. Its maw covered in his own gore. The wolf lifted his head upwards and gave a loud howl, announcing his change to the world. He moved his head towards the general direction of the inn. It would be time to meet with his son soon. As he should have done many years ago.