He placed the crown on the succubus

Esau held the crown in his hands. He could feel the infernal heat coming from within, a blazing fire that burned his hands with **** pain; however, to react to this pain like normal, with screams and flinching and writhing, was somehow difficult. The temptation he felt to place it upon his brow was immeasurable. It was as if the crown spoke out to him; told him to put it on; pleaded with him to put it on; commanded him to put it on; spoke of the regret if he didn't put it on; yelled and screamed to him in his mind to put it on; put it on, put it on, put it on, put it on now, PUT IT ON NOW!

And he was tempted; heck, he nearly did put it on without thinking. But then in his haste he glimpsed a look at Naamah. She lay there, broken, bleeding, unmoving. It filled his heart with pity; perhaps also with love? Nobody has ever done such a selfless act for him before, and for a demon to do it first! If there was anyone really worthy of it, anyone that really deserved the crown and the power that comes with it...

...it would be her, wouldn't it?

He slowly stepped towards her. Belial had propped Naamah's body in her hands; though there was nothing she could do about the spike that was slowly spreading its stony roots through her veins, she did whisper sweet nothing's in her ear to more comfortably send her off into the unloving and uncaring nonexistance of the void. 'What a terrible, horrifying though,' Esau mused in his head as he took Naamah from Belial's hands, 'to have absolute nothing happen after you die, just nothing, to have no place to go.' With a little pause he placed the trembling crown on her head, all the while the crown still screaming 'PUT IT ON!' into his mind.

Nothing happened... at first. A second of calm before the storm. Suddenly, Esau and Belial were sent flying back as a blinding light enveloped Naamah, shafts of fire shooting from all the holes on her face. She screamed a terrible wail. Her body contorted, changed, mutated, shifted; she was becoming something better. A king. Almost god. Her lithe body twisted and grew, bulged with beautiful muscles. From the sides of her chest burst out two pairs of arms, and her two breasts swelled and heaved with added mass. The only evidence left of the black spike was a scar. Her tail, already long, grew longer and turned to gold, and her ass, already plump and round and illustrious, grew more plump and round. She grew taller; one could call her massive, and the horns on her head spiraled up and gave her added height; when they stopped growing up they branched into deadly spikes. Her brow exploded into a glorious fire as her hair fused with the crown; a fire that shone so bright and so hot that it hurt the eyes. From her mouth she flicked her long red lulling tongue. It was forked at the tip. She looked down upon herself, and she was pleased with what she saw.

"I'm... alive? I feel... GLORIOUS! I hold the power to change DESTINIES! All shall cower as I ride in my killing, flaming, CHARIOT! And ALL shall know, that I am a KING!" Her voice boomed across Gehinnom, cowing all. "...and not just a mere demon."

She suddenly looked down at Esau, and pointed at him with one of her arms. "Esau, I... thank you for saving me. And I am grateful that you gave me this gift. You really are a good person." She fidgeted, which looked quite silly on such a large person. "I'll send you back home, but... would you like to stay here with me a little longer? Or maybe you'd like something? I mean, I owe you one, so if there's something you'd like, just ask."