Deny him!

As you struggle to reclaim control, you notice how much harder it is to do so the closer you get to Thoros. In your panicked fear, your attempts to harness the Goddess' might slips from your grasp like water. And each step you take gets you closer to become a toy for the Daemon Lord, doomed to be nothing more than a breeding slut for him.

If there is no other path for you to take...

It is the sudden acceptance of your next action that stuns Thoros, weakening his hold upon, and you act. As you have approached Thoros with the Sword of Saint Magdalena flat in the palm of your hands, you wrap your hand around the hilt, soon adding your other as well, turn the blade and drive it true.

Into your belly and womb, before twisting.

You suddenly are free, but your strength fades. The pain is vast, yet it goes quickly. Your vision warps, and you find yourself upon your knees, before the stone floor rushes to fill your sight with darkness.

Strange. You feel fine. Which you shouldn't. You open your eyes, and see....