Face the Demon

You brave yourself and decide to go for the demon. You take the left turn cautiously, knife in hand, creeping step by step, until the figure comes into full view and causes you to freeze.

It's the warden from the jail room- it seems to have escaped, and it's found a new toy- the blue haired witch that had just made a deal with Mother.

She's a scrawny thing, even moreso than the last witch this beast took, and this thing is clearly going to break her. You whistle, attracting both of their attentions, but the demon doesn't care- it continues to pillage its current prize, who is in the middle of a nervous breakdown as she laughs maniacally, seemingly about to break both mentally and physically.

The blue witch is suspended in the air by the creature's arms, who is currently sitting with its legs spread. It has the girl by her hips, and is using her like a toy- jerking her up and down along its shaft rapidly, without care. All she can do is laugh, her head thrown back, cackling like a madwoman.

Even in the middle of a chase, you know you have to do the right thing. You approach the beast as you take your knife, and you leap onto it's back. Wrapping an arm around its neck, you make one mighty plunge, and drive the knife into its head. Instantaneously, it disappears in a flash, back to its evil plane of existence where it will need to wait and heal.

You turn your attention to the blue haired girl, who is rocking as she laughs to herself, a shell-shocked expression on her face.

"This coven was our only escape. Our place to empower ourselves, live alone as women within the world." She began to mutter. She looks up at you slowly, no longer laughing. "Under this bitch's command, I've been taken more times than I was in the years I spent as a bandits captive this month alone."

You offer her a hand, trying to hide the awkwardness as you look at her nude, pale body. She takes it, and stands, looking you in the eye. "I don't care if you kill her. In fact, I want you to kill her." She rants, the hate visible on her face, which slowly grows into a smirk as she seems to hatch an idea.

"She wears an amulet. That's the secret. You wear the amulet, the demons listen to you." She looks you in the eye, and puts a hand on your shoulder. "You promise me one thing. Don't make it a clean ****. If it were up to me, I'd give every last demon here a chance to find out what her throat feels like. Lord knows they've already done so with me." Her voice and her gaze trail off as her brow furrows, only for her to grimace and shudder at the memories.

With one last wave and farewell, she turns and walks away, stumbling as she goes, leaving you now with only with your own thoughts.

It's clear now that you'll be saving even these witches from themselves. It's time to get that amulet.