She is about to find out.

Penny was unable to form a reply, her twin climax too much for her - and mouth still mashed against Ellie's sopping wet snatch. The sensation of her own pussy getting filled with hot spunk wasn't exactly helping, either, and Linda's bucking hips, slapping the older woman's twitching nuts against the angel's own as they kept unloading their gooey burden was rather distracting as well. But Penny could feel her new limbs, twitching and quivering in the throes of her lust - and hear the rustling of her feathers, their weight pulling on new skin, new muscles. There weren't just two, either; the angel was barely able to think straight as her orgasm finally began to ebb, but she could tell that much at least. Ellie pulled the angel upwards and into a deep kiss, licking up her own juices with her succubine tongue before beaming at her lover as Linda pulled her softening shaft out of Penny's sodden slit together with a small deluge of cum.

"They're beautiful, Penny! I love them..." Confused, Penny craned her neck to the right and tried to move whatever had grown on her back... and froze in shock.

She could see not one, but three feathered wings swish through the air to her right - and her left, as she whipped her head around. One above the other, they were a bit smaller than Ellie's, fluttering and rustling as Penny moved through the air. But that was hardly what made the breath catch in the angel's throat. It was the color of the feathers; they were raven-black, mirroring the shade of her hair as they gleamed in the light of the kitchen. But... angel wings were supposed to be white! Had this... this moment of weakness really allowed the Dark One to sink his claws into the angel, to twist her and claim her soul as he had done with Ellie and Linda.

The angel's mouth opened and closed, eyes wide as her heartbeat thundered in her ears. She'd been blessed by the Almighty! Could one moment of weakness really taint her soul this much, make Penny lose the Lord's favor like this? Ellie said something, inaudible over the rushing blood in Penny's ears, Linda's hands grabbed the angel's shoulders, trying to pull her into a hug, but the angel pulled away and stormed out of the kitchen, wings knocking against cupboards and walls. Ellie called after her and tried to follow, but the door of the house slammed closed behind Penny and the angel ran.

Penny didn't barely even realized that she was completely naked after Linda had ripped off the shreds of her dress. She needed to get away from the two other woman, time to think, time to pray. As she ran, Penny used her wings to cover herself, the uppermost pair wrapping around her body to hide her chest, the middle pair her nethers and the lowest ones for her behind. To her confusion, not one of the people she hurried past pointed or laughed or shot her dirty looks. Penny did get looks, but they were largely just appreciative or even disinterested; the latter, of course, came largely from people that had been more obviously changed by the Devil's hand.

Finally, the angel reached a small park just off the street. Her legs hurt, as did her breasts from bouncing up and down during her flight - Penny's feet didn't, as her shoes were the only piece of clothing still on her. So of course, she decided to take a break in the beautiful greenery of the park, enjoy God's creation and think about what had happened to her. The run had allowed her to get over her shock, to get used to her wings at least enough to not grow panicked just from seeing them. Even though they looked to be a 'gift' from the Dark One, at least they afforded the angel some modesty as she walked onto the grass and sat down, wrapping herself in her wings.

She wasn't alone, of course - there were families and couples enjoying the sunny day, some changed, some not. Or at least less obviously. Although one small kid pointed at Penny and exclaimed that she was an angel, he was quickly shushed by his mother, who gave Penny a friendly smile as she pulled her son back onto the picnic blanket. The fact that the mother's breasts were so large they rested on her legs as she sat barely gave the angel pause anymore. Casting her eyes skyward, hands folded under her breasts, Penny began to pray for guidance.

Where had she strayed from the righteous path? She had done what the Lord bade her to do, right? To go out and spread His love. And now, Penny had seemingly lost the Lord's favor in a single moment of weakness - what had she even done differently? Used God's boons for her own pleasures, not to praise His works, maybe. But... the Almighty did not expect words of praise when actions were taken in accordance to His will. So... had Penny's actions not been to His will, her initial doubts well-founded? Then what were the Lord's plans for her? What was Penny to do?

And what about Ellie? Her succubine friend seemed deeper in the jaws of the Dark One than Penny had realized, even going to such lengths to taint the angel herself. Yet she couldn't bring herself to hate her - on the contrary. Penny's heart ached for her friend; she loved Ellie dearly and did not want her soul to be so deeply touched by the Dark Lord. The angel knew her love for Ellie was deeper than a friend's should be - that was the whole reason why she had been brave enough to face Linda again and confident enough to be able to save her. But then, Ellie had shown that the Devil had twisted her love for Penny into jealousy.

And yet... was that the truth? Hadn't Ellie been unhappy with what Penny assumed to be God's plan, even right after she had been anointed? And hadn't Penny had misgivings about her interpretation of His signs as they made her friend... no, her lover sad? Had the angel been terribly wrong? But if she had, what was His plan? Penny realized her thoughts were starting to go in circles. She needed someone to talk to about this, someone not involved in this mess her life had turned so suddenly.

"Hello, friend. You look troubled - do you require help?"