"A GOD DOES NOT FEAR DEATH!!!" Is what the Devourer of Gods desperately claimed as she was beaten to an inch of her life in a fight against you, the Terrarian. That is, until she was on her last legs...
"WAIT! PLEASE! SPARE ME! I-I surrender! I give up! What is it you WANT?! Do you want- DO YOU WANT POWER?! MY COSMOLITE RESERVES FROM THE DISTORTION CAN BE ALL YOURS!! I'LL-I'LL ABANDON MY LOYALTY TO YHARIM'S ARMIES OF GODSEEKERS AND BE YOUR SLAVE! ANYTHING IN THIS DIMENSION I CAN GRANT YOU, SO PLEASE, SPARE ME!!"
In hindsight, it was a degrading but natural response in the face of the death. Naturally, she was hoping her wily ways and silver tongue could get her out of this mess...
Well, it worked, for sure. But not without sacrifice.
Firstly, the Devourer was stripped of her cosmolite armor and left her in her underarmor as to ensure the protection of yourself and your villagers. Yeah, even her heels, leaving her in all her 4'11 feet tall glory.
Additionally, she had to quietly cut her ties with Yharim and his forces. This, she did not mind as much, since she already had long fulfilled everything that she wanted to gain from Yharim already, and was satisfied with the mental damage she had caused to the tyrant.
Finally, she would have to periodically go into the Distortion and return with Cosmolite bars for you. If she tried to keep some for herself, well...you can connect the dots.
And, most humiliating of all...
She had to become one of your townspeople.
That's right. The Devourer of Gods. Reduced to an NPC!
Oh, and that's not it, either! She became the Devourer of Errands. Yeeep. She had to go around working her butt off all day to rectify her HEINOUS crimes against the universe by helping out the townsfolk with whatever it is they needed done.
Of course, no task was too great for the Devourer. This she knew. However, this did not make any of the tasks any less annoying. She could level this entire village and land surrounding it with just one attack. Of course, she's considered it, but it wasn't worth being inevitably killed in retaliation by you. No, she wants to KILL YOU by her own hands.
She hates you. She hates you so much. She vows that, someday, she will relinquish her armor from your prissy trophy room and rend and tear you asunder, reclaim her dignity, and terrorize the entire dimension in an act of vengeance. Yes, that was most desirable...
...but unfortunately, unrealistic. You had only gotten stronger since your battle with her, and had already gone on to slaying beings of even greater strength than her, not that she'd admit it for a second. Escape or revenge seemed less and less feasible...
Didn't stop her from planning it, though. And it didn't stop her from fantasizing about ending you.
After all, her armor merely strengthened her defenses, but she still had the ability to conjure doombeams, hyperdeath rippers, godkiller infernos, etc. she wasn't totally without power. The problem was, she was outclassed now. And without her armor? She's not doing much of anything, especially to you.
So she was wandering around the town, fuming as she grumbled to herself and imagined ripping you down tissue by bloody tissue. "Oh, how I dream of one day getting my claws on you... I'd peel your skin off with a claw, starting from the surface down to the flesh, then ensnare the flesh in my teeth, and...tch! I'll make you regret that fated day when you stripped me of my power!"
As she was totally oblivious to the un-modest state of her underarmor, her thoughts came to an abrupt halt the moment she came across you. She did NOT expect to see you here...like, at all.
"Oh! Well, well!" The Devourer mocked. "If it isn't the great and all powerful Terrarian," she says with spite and contempt, "come to gaze upon my illustrious form again? Well, go on! Get a good look! It'll be the last thing you see! I may not be able to best you in a test of strength, but you will bow before me!" The Devourer sneers, baring her white, sharp teeth in contempt and carefully preserved arrogance.