Do you have a choice?

Not that you're complaining: You were getting a pretty sweet deal here. You bow flat to the ground, prostrating yourself before the goddess, I gladly accept, my goddess. As you say the words, you feel a touch of divine power ripple through you. The world around you melts like paint washed away in the rain and you find yourself back in your hollow. You look around, confused, Milady?

The goddess seems to flow out of Dana, liquid gold light streaming from the fallen priestess to form her own body. As the last light flows out of Dana, she collapses in a heap on the mossy ground. The goddess turns to you and you are stunned into silence. Her eyes are like those of a cat, except they glow with the same gold light that had possessed Dana. Elegant waves of mahogany hair fall across her back, somehow both wild and graceful. Her body is that of a hunter, sleek and toned, neither too curvy nor too svelt. The luxurious animal furs draped over her look positively pockmarked in comparison to her flawless olive skin. As she smiles you see her teeth are somewhat sharper than a humans aught to be. She looks like some kind of sexy cavewoman/amazon hybrid, the look completed by the feral nature of her eyes and teeth. "I cannot thank you enough chlorofiend. You have given me back what my siblings spitefully took from me: a hold on this plain of existence. Ah, it feels good to have an anchor again! The aether is so...chaotic." The hint of petulance creeping into her voice reminds you of a scorned little sister, "Now I can finally start rebuilding my power after that bastard Logaros sent his witches to destroy my cult..."

You're starting to get the impression that more wheels have been in motion than you'd intended. Hesitantly you speak up, Milady...why are we back here? I thought you wanted your champion to spread your will? She glances at you unconcernedly, bending down to effortlessly lift the **** Dana into her arms. "Yes. And she will. After I induct her into my cult." She smiles up at your flabbergasted expression, "She will be the first member in over 100 years, I have to make sure she's loyal before sending her out to spread my will."

Whoa, whoa, whoa. You said you'd make ME your champion! The goddess looks you over disdainfully, "A monster? My champion? I don't think so. You're too limited by boundaries and creature-types. I need someone who can blend in, subvert communities from the inside without anyone suspecting a thing until it's too late. A heroine basically." She turns and walks to the edge of your hollow, starting down the path you'd cleared on your first night here.

NOW HOLD ON A MINUTE. Your voice is powerful and booms with the strength you'd accumulated so quickly. The goddess doesn't even slow down, calmly walking down the path. You move to follow but as you reach the boundary of your hollow you smack into an unseen ****, bouncing off the invisible boundary despite your immense mass. You rise slowly, your snout sightly bent from the impact, as the goddess calls back to you, "I said I'd give a fraction of my power to you chlorofiend and I didn't lie. But monsters with godlike power can't just go where they please, oh no, they have to be contained for heroes to vanquish later."

Son-of-a-bitch: She'd turned you into a freaking boss.

You pound on the boss boundary, roaring after the treacherous goddess. She cackles delightedly, not bothering to look back, as she and Dana slowly fade into the air. You slump to the ground. After all that, to be trapped in your own lair by your own power while your new mistress walks away with your old ****...Is this what happens? Is this why the low level creeps like you hadn't taken over yet? It hadn't been hard, not really, to get this far. But now? It all seemed so backwards: you were oppressed by the heroes because there were already monsters in charge. To be ruled by such petty beings with such impunity...you almost feel sorry for the heroes...

You are disturbed from your reflections as you hear voices filter through the trees, "...was supposed to be over here right?" "Everyone in the zone got the message: 'A NEW BOSS HAS AWOKEN: Chlorofiend of Vienna'. If we hurry, maybe we can be the first to beat it!" "Hey, who was Vienna again?" "I don't know...I think she was supposed to be some old forest goddess or something? Tried to take over the world a while back?" "Hey guys! I found it!"

You raise you head, spying a party of five heroes approaching up the path. They looked pretty green. Poor things. Caught up in the web of lies...what if you warned the-THUNK! "Dammit Trace! We should have studied it! Now it's aggro-ed!" You slowly look down at the arrow quivering in your bark, a tiny blip of HP disappearing off the health bar suddenly floating over your head. An unreasoning rage seeps through your body from the minor injury.

OH. IT. WAS. SO. ON.