Wiping out the rest of the Demons guarding the door was little more than child's-play. A few swipes of her claws, a bat of her wings. It was pathetic how easy it was. She easily finished them off before her transformation wore off, which was good, because as soon as it did Belladonna nearly fell flat on her face.
Her new body cracked as her bones shattered inside of her, and started to pull themselves back together into the arrangement of something closer to a human skeleton. Her wings pulled themselves in, pressing tight against her back, as her teeth retreated back into her skull.
The skin-suit of Belladonna grew back, rapidly covering her monstrous self, and her armour sprouted from her skin in a reverse of its previous melting process until she was standing good as new in front of the colossal door like nothing ever happened. Her hair even had a glistening shine to it, despite having fallen out moments earlier.
