Accept

You feel your resistance fading and you have to act quickly.

“I accept your offer goddess.”

“Excellent, use my power!”

You suddenly feel a well of energy within. It lacks the purity of Azariel, but at this point it’s your only chance.

You hold out your hand and let the power become a weapon. Instead of the familiar blue arcs, you find your hand has turned black and your fingernails have grown to two inch claws.

You rip your hand free from his grip and thrust it at his chest. Your fingernails cut through his flesh like butter and you drive your hand in deep.

He screams in pain as you reach his black heart. You yank. He collapses and you fall to the floor holding his still beating heart.

You giggle as his body evaporates into a sulfurous smoke. You feel giddy. You look at his heart and you want to lick it, to taste it. It takes all your willpower not to.

Instead, you offer it up to the goddess that saved you. It disappears from your hand.

“Thank you, priestess. I accept and am delighted by your offering. Anytime you have need of me, I will be there for you.”

The voice fades away and your hand turns back to normal. Although, it is still coated in foul smelling black incubus blood.

The open, wanton, slit in your panties has closed and you feel like you have some measure of control.

You reach out to Azariel and find a tenuous connection. You form an orb of light.

You see an antechamber to your right. You could explore it. Of course there may be dangers here and it might be better to find your friends. Or, you could delve even deeper into the caves without them.