For the first time you take a knee and a deep breath and actually pray to the goddess. You've used her spells by proxy, and have been taught much about her, but never showed faith nor desire to be hers. Doing so makes your arm feel more solid, but your response is sober. You don't hear words, but you feel feelings.
She wants Vampires, Zombies, Werewolves, Liars, Gluttons, Thieves, monsters, necromancers.. the list goes on and on, as you think of all of the things you... no SHE wants dead. Your head starts to hurt once more. She wants this world pure for her return and you can do it for her, you've all ready started to create her vessel.
The last part of the thought makes you hurt all over, and you fall onto your back on the floor, having a small, delightful seasuire.
Eventually you are in your right mind once more alone on the cell floor.