After a few brief experiments with fire, you find that the fire woman is wholly a part of you, and that there does not seem to be a way to communicate with her in any fashion.
You enter the portal, and find yourself in a vast night sky. Stars circle all around you, and you realize that you have no body, you are a ghost floating in the infinite span of space. This thought is terrifying, and you struggle in vain to have some point of reference.
Suddenly, a bloodied eye appears before you, and somehow within and around you, and all you can see is its mangled form. Despite its grisly shape, you are somehow comforted by it, as it blocks out the plethora of stars.
"I am Utin, the Star-Ghost." The voice no longer is within you, but rather /is/ you, shaking you to your very core. It is neither feminine nor masculine, simply an intonation of ancient chants and whispered secrets.
"You have chosen my grace, and so I shall bestow it to you. I have given you the Spirit of Flame, the succubis of Mars, and granted you some small dominion over all the the heavenly designs. I trust that you will use it well.
"I demand one thing of you. In ages past, I was worshipped as an Elder God, one of the Creators, and now only the spawn of my most miserable children are deified by your kin.
"This shall not stand.
"But before I commission you, is there anything you wish to know? The Blind Eye is All-Seeing, and I shall grant you what knowledge your mortal mind can bear."