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“Hey, and why are the priests of the main temple coming down here?” “Haha, I'm not here as the priest now. But as an alchemist contractor of our Crown Prince. Would you like to talk with me for a second?” "Then talk." [thank you for loving the story of Fuschia, Dylan, and Pasha. Don't forget to leave a comment and vote at the end of the chapter. And for information, “The Villainess Wants To Make Baby First, Revenge Later!” will not update for March. But will resume the Final Season in April. Look forward to their presence in the Final Season ^^]

" it has happened to you before anyway, but I will try to help you the way I can" I bow a little "Thank you father" I follow him to his office "Please, lay down on the desk" I do just that, he places a cross on my chest, closes his eyes and starts speaking in tongues I feel something move around me, I suddenly start struggling and shaking "Hold on Precious, fight it!" Tom says wearing a worried look on his face I felt so much energy around me, suddenly I burst out some kind of purple light the priest falls to the ground I get up immediately and run to him

That causes misfortunes around us. _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchatrix Race! _______ ~END of CHAPTER SEVENTEEN~

My beta said and that was enough to anger me, I walked quickly towards the priest who was scared of me as I got closer to him. “How dare you return to this place without any words of what I had sent you, are you even a real priest?!!” I yelled and with anger slapped him hard on the face, he began to spit my blood and at the same time trying to catch his breath while I looked at him with a smirk. “Start talking.” I ordered and in a trembling state he nodded. “I…I couldn’t…I couldn’t find any trace of her second chance mate.” The priest trembled but I still wasn’t satisfied, I had expected good news and nothing more.

Chelsey I’m bent over my desk, eyes glazed as I pretend to organize tomorrow’s schedule, but the letters on the screen are a blur. In my mind, I’m back in that familiar, unprofessional and illicit loop, imagining Mr. Callahan’s cock with a clarity that makes my breath hitch. God, it’s all I can think about these days. I can see it so clearly… thick at the base, veined like twisted ropes running up the heavy shaft, flaring out into a broad, mushroom-shaped head.

For now. I knew I’d pushed too hard. The rift between us had just cracked wider, and part of me—the part that still remembered the quiet kid who used to pray at dinner that drove me nuts like I was fighting the demons. But the rest of me, the part that kept Haloshul’s blood off the cathedral steps, knew it was necessary. I stepped outside and found Rico leaning against the black SUV. “New detail,” I told him. “The priest.” Rico narrowed his eyes. “Boss, do you want the one you left just now or…?”

Elena; More silence. Then, so quietly I almost didn't hear it: "You're not wrong." My entire body went hot. "Then why are we pretending? Why are we sitting here separated by a screen when we both want the same thing?" "Because I'm a priest," he said, but his voice was wavering now. "Because I made vows before God. Because this is a church, a sacred space, and what you're suggesting is—"

“You’ll carry it through evening prayers.” That midnight in the chapel, he sat on the throne-like bishop’s chair and made me ride him reverse cowgirl facing the massive crucifix. “Look at Him while you fuck yourself on me,” he ordered, guiding my hips down onto his slick cock. “Tell our Lord what you’ve become.” I sank onto him with a long, broken moan. “I’ve become a whore for my priest…” I started rolling my hips, taking him impossibly deep. “I pray with my sisters during the day and beg for your cum at night.”

They crumble to the ground with the doors still wide open, waiting for them to escape. One by one, I silence them. All, except the priest. The priest crawls backward, bible clutched to his chest like it can save him. “Please,” he whispers. “You’ll make it worse. I’m a vessel of—” I cut his throat mid-sentence. His holy words bleed out with his blood, soaking the bible he’d used to judge me. The pages turn red. Scriptures drowned in sin. I tower over him, watching the light fade from his eyes.

My pleas were swallowed by the chanting, unheard, unwanted. Holy water hit my skin, a searing burn, and sizzled, like drops of acid. Smoke, acrid and metallic, rose from my arms, a horrifying testament to the corruption they claimed I harbored. "Possessed," the priest muttered, his eyes narrowed, filled with a righteous disgust. "She opens her legs and spreads evil."