Eat him (Literally)

Yeah, no. These people aren't even treating you like a person, much less an equal, and you still haven't been offered a single thing to eat. You'll take what you want right now thank you very much. You don't give the bottle wielding mage a chance to capture you in his wicked device before launching tendrils of slime all around him, curling them in on your prey and pulling him down into the basin and your waiting mass.

The struggling man has his cry of alarm muffled as you try to suffocate him in your grasp, latching onto his arms, his neck, his legs, anything you can reach. He shoves his hands into you and tries to push away, only to find himself sinking further. All around you the hall is filled with shouting and rapid movement that you ignore; the only thing that matters now is satisfying the gnawing hunger in your core. You focus on trying to digest your meal, his cloak rapidly dissolving and his skin starting to soften.

"Stop squirming, panicking will ruin your flavor!" You try to press a tendril of slime down his throat when the goat-headed mage manages to free an arm from your mass. He flails around, his fingers desperately scrabbling against the stone floor before he finds what he's looking for, gripping the dropped bottle and pulling his arm back inside you. Immediately, you feel yourself being pulled into the magic vessel, a large portion of your mass being captured in mere moments. You do your best to resist the vacuum of the bottle , twisting and writhing. You squeeze the mages arm from all sides, trying to crush it and make him release the bottle before you're completely peeled off.

With a sickening cracking sound you smash the mages arm against the ground again until both the bottle and the arm break against the hard stone, freeing you. Inside your mass the mage's struggling weakens and you redouble your efforts to absorb him, his skin, hair, and horns becoming gel like and dissolving into you. The demon inside you finally succumbs, and you devour what remains of him, his body decaying into a stream of mana that flows into your core. As you settle back into the basin your hunger slightly satisfied, you feel yourself growing subtly, and suddenly it's as if the world is a little sharper.

All at once you become aware of the people around you. Some of the demons from before have fled or retreated to a corner of the room. The pointy woman in the chair is grimacing at you in disgust and her red friend has retrieved a rather large hammer from somewhere. Perhaps most immediately distressing however is the small group of assembled demons that each appear ready to release various spells in your direction. Once again you have only a moment to decide what to do.