Miggs felt something inside her -- a sense of intense fear. The divine energy given off by these "goddesses" told her to run. Why? She believed in the Gods, didn't she? Of course... of course it wasn't enough to protect her from the curse that ran through her skin. She scrambled for the entrance.
"Stop! It's all right, we need to talk!"
Miggs turned around to look at Jean.
"We have some questions though." said Greta, more suspiciously. "We repelled Astara once, we do not want to do so again. Didn't the succubus princess tell us herself that she was impressed with our world, and would pick one with more than women to convert?"
Jean folded her arms, and sighed. This goddess thing was a headache. She normally let Greta handle all of the important work, but it surprised her that her love didn't even notice that this 'demon' didn't seem much like one at all.
"Greta... this isn't actually a devil at all. Do you smell the incense scent Astara's kin leave when they convert a human into one of their own? This is a human who had been exposed to her world... no more."
... the gods. It occurred to Miggs. These were goddesses. Her prayer had been heard after all. She threw herself at their feet, his head pressed into the ground.
"Please help me... please help a mere mortal save his kingdom! Please cleanse my flesh of this curse! I beg of you!"