Holy Idol นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They'd kill her again. Marie's flat shoes barely made noise when she walked. Her white apron was fastened smartly behind her neck. Her shoulder length messy auburn hair was packed in a bun in such a way it framed her sixty years old face. Marie had served Axel all her life. Her parents who carried out fetish practices had dedicated her to the fate god when she was a baby. And now she was human, she had served him wholly with all her heart. Axel had become more than just her sacred master , he was family.

Gosh this man here is trying to make me a confused human, how did I even end up here I thought to myself. "Few minutes ago. You saw me vomiting almost collapsed in your presence ROGERS!!" "Okay Rita, if you must know. I MUST MARRY HER!!! I need to prolong my wealth, I need it to grow. And you don't get to act like a fool in her presence."

Only she thought that what sounded like holy chanting now sounded more like crying, and it was the kind of crying that made people uncomfortable. Without that layer of sacred disguise, it didn't confuse people anymore. The face on the tree trunk, its mouth still moving, looked more like something from the Golden Triangle. Amelia had seen similar idols while on a mission. It wasn't like back home, where there was a church in the house. They were usually placed outside the yard, and at first glance, they could give you a scare. In an instant, Amelia got what someone meant. Foreign ones, usually even Zen magic couldn't fix them, and actually, it could even make their dark magic stronger without

but thankfully, the red was gone. I took a sigh of relief and straighten my back, wearing that black holy cassock over my shoulder and pure white collar around my neck; a symbol of my chastity from so many years, couldn't remember the exact date though...or year in my case. “ Father, the wolves have arrived"

The image, rather than exuding divinity, seemed to embody a malevolent entity, a demon trying to be concealed as a god. A golden calf stood atop a pedestal, incense wafting upward in a futile attempt to deify the idol. Fruits lay before it, a pitiful offering to an inanimate object. Priests moved about, attending to the calf with an air of reverence. Inayat's jaw clenched in disgust as she whispered to herself, "Can this lifeless idol consume these offerings and respond to the prayers of these priests?" Her voice was barely audible, but her indignation was palpable.

Some how, this fragrance evoked feelings of sensuality and hot coitus desires even though it felt wrong at the moment. ''In the name of the father, of the son and of the Holy Spirit, Amen!. father bless me for I have sinned..." she began almost as soon as she knelt at the other side of the dock. There she was, this penitent whose fragrance has taken the righteous servant of God to the forbidden memories of passion. How can the presence of a stranger do this much to a shepherd of the Lord's flock? Doubts of his credibility as a confessor grew within him. He had the authority to pardon and forgive sins but how could he do that at the moment when he needs to be pardoned too. Mortal sins! Nearly

"Wait, Holly, didn't you mention something about Tydeus? While we were arguing." "Yes, he visited me in my dreams," Holly responded. "He insisted on calling me Juniper too. It was him, and I think the other guy called himself Dagon." "Dagon again?" Eros sighed. "I guess that's to be expected." "Holly, you can't listen to that one," Lachesis interrupted. "Dagon is especially dangerous. Please, don't listen to him. Not without someone at your side." "Just another person that cares about this grand destiny of mine," Holly spat out. "But that doesn't matter. He didn't say anything about my magic."

'Could she be the current Holy Saint Sect Master? The beautiful woman thought Darryl was oblivious to the existence of the Holy Saint Sect when she noticed his dumbfounded expression, so she said indifferently, "The Holy Saint Sect is one of the highest-ranked sects within the nine continents. Celestial Wood Altar is one of the Branch Alters under the Holy Saint Sect, and I'm the Altar Master! I'm Diana Olsen!"

“WHAT?! HARASA?!” Kartika is shocked by knowing that Alfi finally decided to use Harasa, the holy weapon number 12. “What is it, Kartika? What is Harasa?” The agitated Varz asked. “There are 5 holy weapons that hard to use. The holy weapon number 3: Duy-Duy, this one requires one’s painful sorrow. Alfi can use this one because of his painful past. The holy weapon number 6: Tipit, this one requires one’s pure love. Alfi can use this one because of his compassion towards Megumi. The holy weapon number 9: Pelidi, this one requires one’s intelligence. Alfi can use this one because he is sharp enough. The holy weapon number 10: Pukan, this one requires one’s soul of rebellion. Alfi can use this

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