It works enough.

You begin to open up to the goddess, clearing your mind of all thoughts and emotions. A soothing sensation lights up in your mind. Soon the concept of "you" seems foreign. "Heal." Grand white light shimmers and bursts around Morgan. The corruption fades and all signs of the demon are gone. The goddess is gone. You're back.

"That demon sure fucked me good, god damn." Morgan gets up wincing, she looks good all things considered. "My husband could never, lemme tell you."

"Morgan. That's disgusting."

Morgan rolls her eyes at you, eyes that also widen when she hears the screams. "There's people dying out there man."

Morgan scrambles and grabs a nearby staff. "Guess the demon left this behind in her flight..."

"Lucky break, but do you know how to use it?" You ask.

"How hard could it really be?" Morgan gives a wave of the staff. "Fire!" A coil of raging hot flames spews forth from the staff and into the nearby hospital wall. The flames rage for a few seconds before Morgan is able to control the flow and stop it. "Damn! That's tiring." She stumbles forwards but has a wild smile on her face.

You feel encouraged by your sister's newfound abilities. "Right. We've got lives to save. I'll go in first, you cover me and try not to set me on fire please."

"No promises." Morgan cracks her knuckles.

--

The imps attack in waves, clawing and biting with small hands and sharp weapons. They're colored red and have strange black swirls that undulate all across their skin. Their teeth are sharp and their forms are agile. In groups they are a **** to be reckoned with.

Three imps begin to circle you, each one armed with a short sword and dagger. You take a testing jab at the closest imp on your very left. It attempts to parry but you pull back at the last moment and plant another jab right on his eye. The imp dies with a wail. The other two imps rush you in a frenzied flurry, you backpedal and attempt to parry the attacks. You catch a swipe on the leg and are cut on the arm. "Morgan!" you yell.

"Eat shit!" Morgan waves her staff in three wide arcs, with each swirl a flaming ball the size of a cannonball appears. The three blazing balloons careen through the air and into the imps. The imps die in a blaze of fiery glory, flesh melts, bones are blackened. Morgan looks bereaved. The expecting mother is walking barefoot in her hospital gown, killing demons like it's her job. "There were more on the south wing." You loot a couple of golden coins and daggers off of the imps and head off.

You're able to rescue a few survivors and arm them with weapons from the imps, they thank you graciously and you form a rag tag band of hospital patients and staff. All armed to the teeth with short swords and daggers. One of them is a burly fellow, named Jotor, he's holding two steel chairs.

"There's a van just outside, that we use to help staff members commute. We can take that to get the hell out of here." Rand Attkinson the head nurse informs you. You nod and make your way to the front entrance.