The Priest Of Corruption Chapter 1 の小説・ストーリー

As I left the Arcane Archives on shaky legs, the taste of forbidden knowledge and my own release still lingering on my skin, one truth settled deep inside me. I had come here seeking rare texts for my thesis. Instead, Elias Thorne had just given me the first living chapter of my own corruption. And the worst part? I was already desperate to read the next page

"When your mate remembers..." The vision shattered. I collapsed. Strong hands caught me. "Kellina!" Gorm's voice sounded distant. I blinked. The mountain returned. The wind. The trees. The symbol. "What happened?" I struggled to sit. "I saw..." I swallowed hard. "The first Crimson Priestess." Gorm stared. "What?" "I think..." I looked back toward the carving. "I think this mountain is hiding something." Rogan's POV Pain. Always pain. My head pounded so violently I could barely see.

He lunged at Wren with a mindless roar before catching himself at the last second, claws inches from his brother throat. Wren cried out, clutching his head. His clear gray eye clouded over again, but this time it was worse. Violent futures flooded him without mercy. He whispered broken prophecies, his voice layered with the Entity ancient hunger. The ground beneath us began to rot, black veins spreading outward from where we stood. The Head Priest voice rang from the edge of the woods, weak but triumphant. Even wounded, he still commanded the remaining priests. They emerged from the trees, chanting in unison, feeding power to the Entity through their corrupted faith.

“The corruption spreads faster than you can imagine. It doesn’t need to take every soul to control the city—it only needs enough to destabilize, to turn fear into chaos.” Avery swallowed hard. The mark on her palm burned, reminding her that the last soul she had failed to claim had started all of this. She gripped her scythe tighter, feeling its pulse echoing hers. They turned a corner and froze. A man in a blue uniform—perhaps a security guard—was screaming at nothing. He flailed, tearing at the air, eyes wide and unseeing, shadows crawling over his body like black vines. Avery’s stomach twisted. The man wasn’t moving of his own accord; the corruption was bending him, turning him into a pup

He fingered me to orgasm while whispering how he wanted to fuck me on the altar one day. I knew then that I had him completely. The good priest was gone. In his place was a man addicted to my young body. And I was addicted to corrupting him. There were still so many sins left for us to commit. I wanted him to take me in every corner of the church. I wanted him to fuck me during confession. I wanted him to breed me and watch my belly grow with the child of a man who once served God. And from the way he looked at me now I knew he wanted all of it too.

He worshipped the marks he’d made on her thighs with his tongue, then entered her with a slow, deep claiming that felt less like sex and more like a vow. As they lay entangled afterward, the rain pattering against the window, he knew this couldn’t last. Worlds this dark, this intense, always collapsed. Someone would see. A rumor would solidify. The Bishop would call. But for now, she was here, in his arms, marked by his hand, filled with his seed, utterly and completely his. He was no longer a priest. He was a monster who had found his perfect, willing victim. And she was no longer a parishioner. She was the girl who called him Daddy, who had led him out of the light and into a paradise of e

Since none of the other priests cared enough to resist the temptations of Zenas' body. Birian heaved another sigh and walked back to her. "I am sorry to have come in like this but before I leave I'll make one thing clear again. I'll never be like the other priests here, I have taken a vow to serve the gods and I'll not take defile their temple with indecent acts." "You're probably the only holy priest left." The words came from the bed. Both Cleopoda and Birian hurried back to the bed where Zenas laid with his eyes open and a ghost of a smile on his face.

It's just my body, I shouldn't be swayed away again. I watched him leave, staring at him with full hate. Does he not care if I hate him for the rest of his life? I thought Mafia leaders are still humans and could have a heart. I guess I was wrong about this guy. He is nothing like he looks. He has no heart, no shame and no morals. He thinks the world revolves around him. I am very sure, karma will deal with him one day. "Good day miss. I am butler James. Miss, please come with me." The butler said leading me up the stairs.

“Yes. I see her fight against her nature every day. That takes courage and strength that most of us don’t have. Leave her alone.” “No.” I leaned in very close. “I will corrupt her to the very core of her being.” “Please,” he said and for the first time started to cry. “No. She’s a good girl. She doesn’t deserve damnation.” “By the time I’m done with her, she’ll welcome it.” I set my wolves loose on the priests and left. While they turned the men into mince, I snuck into the orphanage and retrieved Pippa's file without anyone even noticing that I was there.