Such arrogance. Perhaps it is best he keep the motivation it provides. He will not succeed at his goal as he is now, but perhaps events can be arranged such.
The fleshy mass reassembled itself to form a humanoid creature, feminine in form, that nonetheless looked eldritch and alien. Rolling waves of random organs and appendages folded to smooth out and refine the shapely figure that stood in the place of where Emily was. With the slanted and mismatched eyes, including extras in odd places, as well as the sharp teeth in a wide smile, and the vestigial mouths in places they did not belong, even the alluring female figure was grotesquely marred.
The damage he did to me. Pitiful as a whole, but promising in potential. I do hope I'll witness refinement in the future.
The female figure than grew skin, the process looking much like a zipper was zipping up, only with far more disgusting detail. At the end of it, Emily's nude figure stood, fully repaired of any damage she had taken. Assessing herself, she smirked again and generated the outfit she was wearing beforehand, the clerical robes and mitre. The human form was back to a brand new state. She then stood and began seemingly praying once more, observing what damage was done to the city.