Find Agnes

As you trace your way back out of the basement, you decide to check in on Agnes. You wrap yourself in a glamour of a nun’s habit. Of course yours is nearly skin tight and emphasizes your demonic curves.

You find Agnes with little trouble.

“Sharon, something strange happened when I devoured Christa’s soul.”

“I bet you came so hard.”

She grins evilly. “I did, but that’s not strange anymore. It’s her body. She looks fine, like she’s asleep.”

“Interesting. Let me see.”

You follow Agnes, marveling at her improved demonic ass. You are almost startled when you arrive.

Christa lays on the floor. She looks to be sleeping. You can even hear the beating of her heart. However, her soul is clearly gone.

“Interesting. Let’s take her outside for a bit of fresh air.”

You loath work, but at least you get to grope the sleeping girls ass, as you carry her. When you get outdoors you drop her. She hits the ground with an audible thud.

Agnes scowls at you. “Why bother to bring her out here?”

“I have a theory and I didn’t think it was wise to test it inside.”

You slap Christ’s face hard. Nothing happens. You slap her again, with demonic strength. Her eyes seem to flutter. You slap her again. Her eyes snap open.

Her eyes are red in color and no longer completely round. They are like two little red Suns set on a field of white.

“Sharon.” She growls.

“Wake up Christa.”

“What did you do to me? I…I…feel incredible.”

“We helped you. Agnes took your soul.”

“The voice is gone.”

She sits up and looks at the ruins of the city.

“So beautiful.”

“Yes, but there are still so many intact cities.”

Christa’s eyes bulge and a vein on her forehead pulses.

“Beautiful cities, with parks and churches.”

You watch her skin turn beet red. A pair of tiny black horns burst from her forehead.

“Destroy.” She growls.

“Let me help you up, Christa.”

She twitches. “Don’t need help.” She roars.

She hops to her feet and you swear she’s taller.

“I think there are some standing buildings that way.”

She screams in rage. Her muscles begin to bulge. She runs toward where you pointed.

She looks back. “You helped me. If you need Christa, call my name!”

She begins to grow even taller and more muscular as she runs toward some standing buildings in the distance.

Agnes looks at you. “What happened?”

“I gave her anger demonic life. When you took her soul it filled the void and she became an anger demon.”

“I’m glad we took her outside. She might have killed our food. Oh, I took the liberty of calling a little gathering of my former sisters. I hope you don’t mind.”

“What do you have planned, Agnes.”

She licks her lips hungrily. “You’ll see.”