The demoness crept through the shadows, invisible to the dragons but not to the creature hanging from the ceiling: the wicked Queen Beth. The queen waited until the demoness had cleared the dragon room before swooping down in front of the former dark elf.
"Having second thoughts, are we?" Beth accused.
Before the demoness could protest, Beth summoned a glowing red orb into her hand. "Looks like I haven't quite finished the job yet."
The orb crashed into the ground, breaking the earth asunder and opening a small trench that seemed to extend for miles. From below, green flame surged upward.
"No, please!" the demoness begged as she sensed the malice headed towards her.
Beth laughed as the flames burst outward, engulfing the demoness and burning her clothes away. When the garments were nothing more than ashes, the flames formed into a cone and shot like an arrow into her slit.
The demoness fell over on her back with a gasp, her body wracked with spasms. Muscle burst through her legs and arms, doubling her mass. Her dainty claws became massive talons and similar projections burst from her toes. Her fangs grew, protruding past her lips. Her bottom canines also grew, forming a brutal cross-bite.
The demoness roared an unholy shriek as she became saturated with evil.
"There. Much better," Beth guffawed.
"I live to serve you, my Queen," the demoness growled.