Very big trouble

You have successfully avoided the densest area of the daemons, and are a short distance from fleeing the abbey. Perhaps that used all of your good fortune, because what you find in the main hall nearly has you wet yourself in fear.

You can see 5 daemons; large, fearsome, and only one of them do you recognize from your studies. It also adds to your fear at just how strong they appear.

The 4 unknown ones are strange masses, a joining of limbs and non limbs. You see them standing on legs and feet, grasping with arms and hands, and their torso are just a mass of non limbs meant to ravage, and violate their victims. If their current victims are any evidence, they have either been doing this endlessly, or that they are just extremely good at their task. You wonder if the red marks are some sort of announcement, as each of the victims' bulging stomachs bare one. But that is not the worst thing. You know the victims, you had first met them face to face a few weeks ago. Trying to remember the strong, noble warriors of the Goddess from then and matching them to the ravaged, defeated women you see before you now, you wonder just how strong those things are to conquer 4 members of the Silent Watch with so little damage to themselves. The Silent Watch is said to be able to take a barrel full of daemon venom and continue to slaughter daemons by the droves. And they...

However, they pale to remaining daemon. Thought to call it just a daemon...

Thoros, the Damned One and the Daemon Lord, stands proud and true, blocking the only escape you know. He is muscularly built, with red-black skin and four savage eyes that glow with malevolent energy. He does not bother to hide the monstrosity of his eternally erect cock, or the huge spheres he claims as his testicles. And he is looking at you with a dark smile that makes you lose control of yourself. You know you are blushing in embarrassment, but it soon become confusion when you realize that the odor is wrong. Did..Did he just make you? From looking at you? How is he even here? The seal should-

Your confusion is swiftly forgotten, as from someplace you did not see comes another of the strange ones. You quickly draw the Sword of Saint Magdalena, silently wondering if you will be able to do any better against this thing with the blade. Though the blade has been carefully preserved and the blessing still strong, it was dulled and tarnished when it first arrived here centuries ago.

The thing lumbers to just outside your range, the odor of fornication and other things threaten to overwhelm you when it shrieks and collapse into ash. You and the remaining daemons all look questioningly its slayer.

"This. One. Is. Mine." Thoros states. Goddess protect you. "Now, Show Me All."

Your confusion returns twofold at that, before you hear a loud ripping noise. You look down and see that your hands are tearing your robe in two. You put a stop to that, but the damage is done. A large piece of the robe now lays upon the floor, revealing to all your undergarments. As much as you desire to cover yourself, doing so now will mean certain damnation. As you raise the sword once more, a brief break in the clouds adds beams of sunlight on the floor. One such beam manages to catch your blade just right to send it to the Daemon Lord. It reveals a startling truth.

The beam of sun lands on Thoros' chest, and you watch in shock as his chest dissipates, like morning fog in the sun. It is merely a shadow of Thoros. Nothing close to his true self. And it has this much power! As if sensing your despair, the sun fades away, leaving you in your time of need.

"Come Closer." You forgot for a moment about that, and your body takes several steps before you can stop yourself. You think.

"Ah. I remember that blade. One of the three remaining Blades of Divinity that keep me from the mortal realm, presented to me by such a few specimen. Truly, this is a glorious day for me." His voice is filled with dark mirth and evil glee. "And yet, you are not a slobbering wench in my presence. Strange to see one so young and unaccustomed to the world fares better than these trained warriors, who had rid themselves of their garb and threw their selves upon my pets after tasting this small amount of myself. Why?" He trails off.

You take the time to raise the blade once more, ready to slay any of the 'pets' should they try
anything. Yet, they actually step back, as if not wanting to anger Thoros. You start to walk backwards, not wanting to put your back to any of your foes.

Unfortunately, you don't get far, as Thoros begins to laugh. "So. That is what they did to my most precious treasure. Ahahaha, I no longer care about the blade, though it is a nice bonus. You, mortal, will know something few have ever had the honor to experience. Now, Kneel And Present Your Offerings."

Your body, once more, moves without your will. If you don't do something fast, you will be at the mercy of Thoros.