Persephone extended her bloody hand, wreathed in smoke, and suddenly she was struck with pain. A white hot flash filled her vision and her body twisted, bones cracking, skin tearing, muscles shredding, organs liquefying. She transformed back into a human, but this time, she felt every change, every stretch, every bend, without the infernal protection of her patron. It was the most pain she had ever experienced, by a long shot.
She came to on the ground, naked, surrounded in a pool of blood, sweat, and vomit. She was intact now, a human--naked, puny, shivering, and afraid. She looked up and saw Chaudry there still, aghast at what he had just witnessed. Indeed, she wondered for a moment if some of the vomit around her was his, because he looked nauseated at what he had seen.
She pulled herself to a seated position, wrapping her arms around her nakedness, in a useless act of modesty. She looked up at him and hoped he was awkward and human enough to respond to an appeal of simple decency. She pleaded, "Please... do you... do you have a jacket? I... My demonic patron is not pleased with you and is angry at me for proposing a pact..." Her voice was frail and weak.