You rip open the sack and jump in, trying to ignore the sticky fluid making small screams and the tiny hands grabbing you. You just go gas to avoid that little grapple.
You are 500% done with this demon bullshit.
So, taking a look around, it's basically a giant stomach. Just with more screaming and more light worming through the thin membrane. You briefly consider eating some of it, but the fact that the slime is trying to choke you makes you reconsider.
Still, how are we going to get souls anywhere.... Bottling them seems to work, but you only get 3 of them in there. You go solid again, and the hands return. They remain tiny, but the do pull out your artifact amulet.
Instantly, everything starts glowing and the hands briefly attempt to double their attack quickly falling away. You are blinded as a maelstrom of souls enter the amulet, the much too bright tornado swirling out of control.
You fell the air getting removed, and you fall to your knees in the confusion and sheer power floating about. A similar torrent of every swear word known to you is going through your mind as the artifact fills.
A loud tear sounds throughout the sack, and in flies a butcher. The short flight was clearly the highpoint for the demon's short stay in this, guessing from his squeal of delight as he flies through and rips through the other side of the sack.
Then the sack outright explodes, covering everyone near the sack in the demon's blood and membrane slime stuff. You take flight THROUGH the demon's neck and land into the other sack.
The amulet takes up more, and a small crack appears in it as it takes up more power. Then some assclown fires a ballista arrow inside the sack and you fly out again.
You smack face-first into a wall. It hurts, but the only real pain comes from the embarrassment from how silly it looked. You pick yourself up and look down at the glowing light near you chin.
Your amulet glows and floats a bit from all the soul-power. You smile in satisfaction from all the potential soul-loot you just got. You are positively gidd-
Then the amulet explodes.
Fuck
The souls come coursing out at a ridonkulous speed and go back to their empty vessels. Many sputtering and grateful people get up, and as the demon starts melting away a general feeling of relief and happiness courses throughout the city.
Most of the damage is structural, but there are very little actual casualties. When it all calms down, you are hoisted into the air by the single largest orc you've ever seen, while he uses his equally huge lungs and throat to yell about you being the savior of the town.
You'd feel great and all, but you currently feel woozy and saving people isn't your job in life....
HP: 8/20(getting crushed)
Fatigue:2/30
Status: Solid form
Ways of doing damage: Poison Claws. Fangs. missile
Evil: ?
Bases: Underground complex inside city, tower, large temple.
Cult members: ? (fluctuations tend to happen during infighting.
Underlings :Goblin tribe. Basic workers(around 30? of them)
Inventory: Artifact amulet, Sweeter protective clothing, 405 gold pieces, two firebombs.
Party: Seum and you
Inventory: 305 gold pieces, basic weaponry, rapier.
Way of travel: Portal to Seum.
Spells
Illusion
Vessel empowerment.
Rot missile
Passive abilities
Empowering presence
Necrotic air
Cult supplies
Weapons and armor, Hammer of the Avatar. Basic food supplies, 40000 coins. A werewolf, magical lewt you have no clue what to do with.
Poisonous animals.
Trading:
Rotten fruits, Deathrot (of all kinds, poison, alchemy and home defense), goblin weaponry on occasions, cheap man-power