Something strange happens.

You don't see any other option, you have to surrender. When you steel yourself for your coming damnation, something unusual happens.

You hear a voice. 'Do not fall for their lies.'

It's faint, yet clear. And from the unchanged expressions on both Jess and Amanda's faces, they didn't hear it. You must be imaging it. Yet when you go to toss your shotgun, your arms revolt. Against your will, you quickly aim and fire, and you watch in a moment of slow motion the rosary beads split into two distinct bundles before time resumes. Both fly true, one catching Jess right above her nose while the other rips Amanda's ear off. They both fall to the ground, and you watch with a morbid fascination as she burns to ash almost instantly. You quickly come to your senses and check on your friend only to discover what that voice really meant.

Amanda is smoking.

You look in shock as she lays on the ground, one hand clasped against her wound as she mutters the same word over and over. "How?" Slowly the smoking intensifies until she's burning, quickly leaving an equal pile of ashes behind.

You feel numb to the situation, and react far too late when an investigating demon finds you, it screaming "I'ma make a cunt outta you!" You just begin to bring your gun up when the lunging demon is split vertically in half. Your eyes widen as the ash cloud dissipates to reveal your savior.

An extremely, no more like unnaturally beautiful woman.

However, the unnatural beauty is perhaps the only thing that this woman shares with the succubi like Jess was. Where they possess a hard and blunt sexual appearance meant to seduce, this one possesses a more soft and relaxed nature meant to bring one to ease around her. It's like where the succubi were the whores one would bang in a hotel for a night, she was more like the supermodel girl-next-door that you would date and marry.

You blink and shake your head, the actions breaking the spell this being unknowingly(?) cast and examine her more closely. She's perhaps three or four inches taller than you, with unblemished chocolate skin. Her crimson mane falls to the middle of her back with an unexplainable wind gently blowing it at all times. For a split second you become entranced, falling into the pools of her blue eyes only to come back at the realization of how unnaturally blue they are. A cute nose sits above a pair of pale, soft lips that begin to curve into a smile. You manage, with a bit of difficultly, to tear your gaze from her face to take in the rest of her appearance. To your surprise, you can't really make much more out. Despite being able to see the swell of her bosom and the curvature of her hips, you can't really make it out due to the most unusual of materials the woman is clothed in. It, at first glance, appears to be simple cloth wrapped around body with the multiple ends blowing in the same wind as her hair, and yet the cloth appears to be made of some bizarre white metal. Her feet are bare, soft and clean despite the filthy streets. Her hands are similarly soft, though in her left grasp is a sword made of the same white metal that glows.

You are broken from musings as one of those soft hands are placed on your shoulder, surprising that it feels as if the shirt you wear does not exist. You like the feeling of her hand on your skin, and idly wonder if the rest of her skin would feel the same under your hands.

You feel her other hand under your chin, slowly tilting your head until you are looking into her eyes once more. She softly speaks, "I know you are frightened by what has happened. You may flee if you wish, but I must first ask you this. Please, will you come with me to save what remains?" Your eyes widen. It was her voice from earlier.