Your eyes open and you are pleased to note the disconnected feeling you had earlier is gone. You see the succubus that had been holding you now backing away in horror and you look down to see your body morphing to its' glorious new form from your mental battle. You think of your weapons from earlier, and rather than a blade a long and wickedly sharp wire exits your wrist.
"You two have done me a great service, unfortunately your usefulness to me is at an end." With a confident smirk you lash out with the wire like a whip, careful to avoid any bystanders. The wire cuts through the succubi as if they were butter and their remains burn and crumble away into ashes. You very much doubt you've actually killed them, they've likely just been sent back to whatever dark hole they crawled out of.
Not that it matters, their dungeon - and captives - are yours now. You look around at the men and women tied to the walls, those that aren't blinded look at your metallic perfection in utter horror. If there's one thing you would thank those succubi for above all else it would be divorcing you from that pitiful mortal mentality on display in their eyes. Had it not been for your experience you would be here trying to play the hero and for what, feeling good about yourself? Freed from such foolish notions you look at the captives in a different light now...
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