You summon the power of the burning rose

There is no time to waste. In order to escape from here, you need the power of the Burning Rose and fast. You hold the sword of Saint Magdalena in front of you and chant a prayer. When the shadow of Thoros sees this he begins to laugh.
“Really?” He bellows. “You humans seriously need to learn when to quit.”
You feel yourself being assaulted by another wave of Thoros’s perverse aura. Your nipples stand erect and your quim moistens, but your willpower is strong enough to stand against him.

In your mind, you see a visage of the Burning Rose. She is naked and voluptuous, with flowing red hair and white skin. As her power enters you, you feel a strength wash over you. It makes your body feel light and the holy sword starts to shine.
The shadow of Thoros stares at you with surprise and says “Can’t be. No human being can possibly hold such divinity, unless …”
But you don’t grant him a chance to finish his sentence. You charge at your foe and slash at him. Although what you cut was only a shadow and quickly reforms, the fiend screams in pain and staggers back. This is your chance to escape.

While the shadow of Thoros is recuperating, you dash towards the nearest exit. Since he can’t do anything about your escape himself, he calls out to the other daemons. “Stop her! Don’t let that bitch get away.”
The other four daemons quickly respond and come after you. You are about to escape down a narrow hallway, but one of the daemons grabs you. He spins you around and holds you aloft. As you hang there, you manage to make eye-contact with the victim he is already holding. It pains you to see one of your idols, a member of the Silent Watch, captured by one of these abominations. She is completely naked, several hands hold her arms and legs apart. Phallic-like appendages poke her body on all sides with the biggest of them thrusting into her pussy. But the biggest insult was the look of pleasure that is on her face.
To see a warrior of such stoic resilience get degraded to nothing more than a common slut is truly the height of defilement.

Suddenly you hear a battle cry behind you. From the narrow hallway suddenly appears a woman. Black skinned and covered in plate mail armor. You know this woman, it is sister Gabrielle.
A long time ago, a fellow paladin found her as an orphan in a distant land, far to the south. She brought here, to this abbey to grow up amongst a loving family. In time she grew up and became a paladin like the woman who saved her. Today, she is saving you.
Gabrielle mercilessly stabbed the creature that held you captive. The beast roared, though you know not from where since you never saw it having anything resembling a mouth.

She slashed the creature again and cut off one of the arms that is holding you. After she **** the daemon to let you go, sister Gabrielle quickly got you to your feet.
“This is our chance!” She yells. “Run!”
Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, you took her advice and ran to where she had come from. The shadow of Thoros however had other plans.

The daemon lord’s projection summons a spear of pure darkness from his body. He aims the spear at you and whispers “From hells heart …”
He then throws the shadowy spear with great **** in your direction.