Novel & Cerita The Priest Of Corruption Chapter 1

The walls groaned, and the ground quaked beneath their paws as new dangers rose to meet them. From the farthest recesses of the Citadel's heart, a shadow moved, flickering, almost liquid in form. The High Priests of the Order—those twisted souls who had corrupted themselves with forbidden magics—emerged from the depths of the Citadel. Their robes were tattered, their faces gaunt and hollowed, their eyes burning with the light of their false gods. They had become something else—something that was no longer entirely human. "We meet again, Veyra Hale," a voice hissed, its tone an unnatural rasp. The High Priest who spoke stepped forward, his bony fingers reaching out toward her. "You cannot def

I slip between them, still damp, the towel discarded. Silence envelops me. My thoughts stir. I close my eyes… but an inner voice rises. Are you proud of yourself? I freeze. My heart skips a beat. You corrupted a priest. You broke his vow of chastity. You sinned. For an instant, a pang of guilt runs through me. A shadow. As if the room darkened around me. I still hear his cry, his despair. You destroyed me. I clench the sheets between my fingers. My eyes blur. Am I a monster?

I came hard again, biting his shoulder to silence my cries, soaking his cassock as my body convulsed. He held me through it, stroking my back almost tenderly. “You’re mine now,” he whispered against my hair. “Not God’s. Not the convent’s. Mine. And soon, everyone will see what a perfect breeding whore you’ve become for your priest.” I clung to him, trembling, knowing I was falling deeper into corruption with every forbidden touch. And I couldn’t wait for more.

I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth but I knew she wanted something juicy something that could make her feel better about Rogan besting her. She seemed to ponder it for a moment. “So he’s a cheat,” she stated definitively. “Did you all hear that?” She stood up trying to get the room to be at her command but I saw differently for the first time the other priestesses did not look at her as they had twenty minutes ago instead, they looked at her in disappointment and new knowledge that she had it in her to abuse all of us however they all still nodded. “He’s nothing but a damn cheat! Well, we will show him. He thinks he can change our ways, and our traditions and make it as h

Chapter 3: Sacrilegious Surrender The weight of our escalating sins pressed upon me like the stone walls of the convent, unyielding and cold. Each dawn brought the tolling bells, calling us to prayer, but my devotions had twisted into something profane. From the pulpit, I spoke of redemption, yet my gaze lingered on Elena during mass, her form shrouded in black but her posture betraying the subtle shifts—thighs pressing together, cheeks heating under the veil. She was unraveling, her faith fracturing under the onslaught of desire, and I reveled in it. The priest in me recoiled, whispering of damnation, but the man—the dominant force she'd awakened—yearned to push further, to bind her not jus

The silver light that had been stabilizing the ritual twisted violently, bending backward under the corruption now flooding the broken ward. “No, no, no,” I whispered, stumbling forward as I tried to hold her steady. But it was already happening. The corruption was not just resisting anymore. It was reversing the ritual. And Korran stood at the center of it all, his hand still pressed against the cracked oak, as the baby’s echo trembled violently against the overwhelming darkness.

Althea recoiled sharply. Varis noticed instantly. “You hear it too.” It was not a question. Althea looked at him in horror. “What is happening to him?” Varis hesitated. Too long. Dorian answered instead. “The corruption adapted to the counterpart bond.” The High Arbiter stepped forward slowly now, suppression weapon still glowing in his hand. “If the corruption reaches synchronization—” “It won’t,” Althea snapped immediately. Dorian’s gaze remained cold. “You don’t know that.”

A face untouched by time. She spoke softly. “Tell me…” “Where is the Seventh Crown?” The priest whispered in horror, “You’re supposed to be dead.” The woman smiled. “I was.” Then she leaned closer. “But death…” “…belongs to my family.” ⸻ End of Chapter 41

“Don’t waste your remaining energy anymore, I just wanted to inteoduce myself before you’ll be gone...forever.” Gone? Is it really the end for me? What about my family? Lili? My old life? “Parris.” he said. “Remember it, our priestess.” I can feel his sharp claws dug my skin and I can see his fangs are starting to show and ready to bite me off. Tears are slowly streaming down my face and that’s all I can do because i can’t feelmg body anymore. It’s like my whole being just accepted the face that i will be gone forever without even answering my questions. I’m starting to lose concuousness and before I could close my eyes, I saw another figure behind Parris with its’s claws ready to attack, th

The priest looked around before he closed the heavy door with a loud thud and locked it behind her. At first the corridor was dark until her vision adjusted gradually. Dim light came in through the thin slits of windows that were barred off. There was a thick smell of sweat and musk as the priest escorted her past residents quarters. Painful groans and soft maniacal cackling filled her ears the deeper into the building they went. "As I had stated previously," the priest began, "his behavior has only worsened over the past few weeks. Our own exorcist couldn't free him from this entity."