The Priest Of Corruption Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Draynon coughed once more and continued the recitation. “The corridor was immense and opulence was everywhere, yet that is not what caught the attention. Nor the fact that everything was made of gold, expensive silks, satins or encrusted with jewels of bright colours. The deep gold is as pure as anyone could imagine and the satin as blood red as the heart of a lover. The floor and stately columns were as black as the soul of night yet the walls were covered in clashing colours of purples, greens and orange. The riot of conflicting colours still was not the main focus, nor the obvious and nauseating display of inestimable wealth. What would catch your attention are the two men walking do

"There is still darkness yet hidden. Those beyond these walls. Those who funded the tyranny. The Order’s corruption didn’t end in this room. It spread—through lands, through trade, through foreign clergy." Michael nodded. "Then our work is only beginning." He reached into his robes and unfurled a second scroll—one marked with the sacred seal of the Priory of St. Aegis, a long-forgotten allied sect that had once served as the conscience of the main Church before it was silenced. "The Priory has watched from afar. They possess records, testimonies, names. Together, we will exhume every root of this deceit." The Bishop—now unrobed and sitting in the corner, bound—looked up, pale and terrified.

Ownership disguised as devotion and need twisted into obsession. That’s why it kept repeating the same choice over and over: Save him or save the world. Possess or lose. Destroy or grieve. It genuinely couldn’t imagine another answer. The Original snarled through Darius’s mouth. “You know nothing.” I stepped forward calmly. “No,” I said softly. “You know nothing.” Its red eyes widened slightly. The darkness around him flickered violently. Darius dropped to one knee again with a choked gasp. The corruption was destabilizing.

He came at me, roaring, claws dripping shadow. We collided in the center of the chamber, claw to claw, fire against darkness. Sparks flew. My bones screamed. My heart stuttered under the weight of burning my very soul. But none of it mattered. I caught his throat with one flaming hand, slamming him into the altar. His eyes bulged, his shadows lashing like a storm. With my other hand, I plunged claws straight through his chest, fire erupting around us. He screamed, the sound shrill and broken, as the corruption burned out of him, eaten alive by my flames. His struggles weakened, his shadows dissolving into smoke. His eyes, once black, flickered—human, for a breath.

From divine guidance requiring mercy and restraint. "Welcome, Luna Eclipse," it said. Voice like thunder and whispers simultaneously. "To your death or your transformation. One way or another, this encounter changes everything. For you. For me. For all reality. Let us begin. Let us discover if goddess design really does supersede otherworld corruption. Or if corruption simply wins. As it always has. As it always will. As I'm certain it will again. Despite your bonds. Despite your power. Despite your beautiful, doomed, suicidal faith." It attacked. Pure corruption. Overwhelming force. Designed specifically to break me. Consume me. Prove that love wasn't enough. Bonds weren't sufficient. Divin

Something unexpected happened, a visible ripple of energy pulsing from my position, catching her mid-stride and sending her stumbling backward with obvious shock. “What…” she started, clearly startled by this unexpected response. I didn’t wait for her to recover, sprinting past her while she remained momentarily disoriented, finally reaching the center point of the ritual formation where the strange, glowing symbols pulsed with unsettling energy against the darkened ground. The corruption felt immediately different up close, considerably more intense than what I had sensed during my earlier diagnostic ritual, a discordant, wrong sensation that made my skin crawl and my stomach twist uncomfor

The words written upon it sent a chill through my veins: "Dear Mia, We have been watching your every move, intrigued by your relentless pursuit of justice. But know this: your battle against corruption is far from over. There are deeper secrets, darker forces at play. You have merely scratched the surface. Beware, for the webs of deceit extend beyond the visible realm. The Silent Hand, an ancient order of shadow manipulators, holds the key to unraveling the twisted tapestry of corruption that entangles your city. Seek us out, if you dare, for only then shall the truth be revealed.

The rosary I had been clutching slipped from my numb fingers, clattering to the floor. I groaned into her mouth, my hands losing their battle as they gripped her waist, hauling her up until I could feel every curve against me. She tasted like mint and wine and everything I wasn't allowed to have. I kissed her back with a ferocity that terrified me, my hands wandering lower, pulling her hips into the hard, aching proof of my desire. For that moment, I wasn't a priest. I was just a man dying of thirst.

The high priest stood before the incubator, the phiols with the forbidden blood in the one hand, a modified injection gun in the other. He turned to Raven Um. His face was disfigured by dark scars, his eyes burned before fanatic fire. “You’re late, seeker,” the priest whispered, and his voice echoed unnaturally loud from the Obsidian walls. “The time of false peace is by. Elora's dream is a lie. This world was built for predators. For rule of the stronger.” “Let the phiole down, or I force you to do so,” said Raven threateningly calmly. He raised

The realization dawned upon me that the priests were not mere pawns in this deadly game but were here with a singular purpose—to claim me. As I stealthily navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the keep, a chilling sight greeted my eyes—a gaunt priest, his dark eyes fixed on me with a predatory gleam, stood before a sinister symbol etched on the wall, his staff pulsating with a crimson glow. The realization that their aim was not to breach the keep's defenses but to undermine it from within sent a shiver down my spine, steeling my resolve for the impending confrontation.