The Priest Of Corruption Chapter 1 Novelas e Histórias

“Then why do your knees press to the ground like a supplicant’s... and not a priest’s?” Jacquiem’s breath caught. The High Priest took a step forward, fingers tightening around his staff. “His corruption is deep. You will undergo another cleansing, Jacquiem. The taint must be,” “There is no taint.” The words came before Jacquiem could stop them. Silence. The High Priest’s gaze narrowed. “What did you say?” Jacquiem slowly rose, his eyes never leaving the figure shackled within divine fire. “There is no taint,” he repeated. “Not from him. Not from me. What you’re trying to burn away isn’t corruption. It’s-”

The others followed, one after another, every Erased knelt. Not to Garrick. To something older. Something inside the shrine. For the first time... The corruption beneath my skin recoiled. Not from fear, but from recognition. My smile faded. I stepped inside. The altar stood cracked but unbroken. The air itself felt clean. Too clean. Like corruption had never been welcome here. I reached out anyway. The moment my fingers touched the stone— Pain exploded through my arm. Black veins erupted under my skin. But instead of spreading...

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…?”

Yet. “What can I do, I was left to wonder about it in every corner possible in this turned worst corrupted world?” His eerie tone echoes, as he felt empty somehow from deep down in his being. An emptiness that is spiraling out of control for it all started with a simple affection and the pledge to protect that person. But it slowly turns into an obsession, to have and to want the one that he isn’t allowed to even hold. “I may be the Shrine Priestess, but just like the rest, I am your friend. Someone you can turn into if you ever be scared of anything.”

"Child, tampering with the natural course of events often yields unforeseen consequences. It is not for mortals to manipulate the hearts of others. I advise you to reconsider your desires." Alana's anger flared within her, fueling her impatience. She felt insulted by the chief priest's words, perceiving them as a challenge to her ambition. "You dare speak to me in such a manner? I seek power and love, and you offer me caution? I thought you were a man of great wisdom, but it seems you are nothing more than a coward!" The chief priest's eyes narrowed, his voice carrying a solemn warning. "Beware, young one, for power sought through manipulation and deceit will only lead to darkness. The conse

Unfortunately, I could not get the oracle to curse Hawke as curses often last until the third generation which meant that if she cursed him, myself and my kids would also be cursed. It was truly unfortunate. “How did the issue with the priests go?” I asked as Ella poured tea. “It is all good. Cleaning up the corruption infiltrating the holy temple gave me something to do. They have started a fast that will last until they are free of sin.” Just a fast? “How long will it take them to be free of sin?” I asked and she blinked.

The corruption doesn't just affect physical reality—it assaults consciousness itself, trying to convince us that impossible things are normal, that directions are suggestions, that cause and effect are optional. Cain helps by extending his shielding around our group, filtering the worst of the perceptual assault while allowing me to maintain the guidance we need. But even his enhanced abilities strain against corruption this widespread and entrenched. As afternoon shadows lengthen into early evening, we encounter our first overtly hostile manifestation. What initially appears to be a normal deer emerges from the forest ahead—until it turns to face us, revealing too many eyes, legs that bend

He told millions of his readers that men would visit the temple and the priestesses would help them to encounter God through physical contact and bla bla bla. That all sounded stupid when I read it, so so stupid and absurd, but I had cause to doubt myself after what happened between Nuel and I right there in the chapel, in the presence of God. Everything was slow, delicate, sophisticated. He broke the kiss and slowly shut the door open, separating us from the outside world that was raging in an angry war: the storm was getting stronger. He slowly undressed me, and I let him, trailing his fingers around my body; on my arms, my nipples, my navel, my eyes, my lips, everywhere, his hand grazed e

“When the corruption is disturbed, it usually thrashes.” Elena’s stomach tightened. “So…what does silence mean?” Roland’s gaze settled on her, heavy. “It means it’s thinking.” Damien stiffened. “You’re saying the corruption learns.” “I’m saying it listens,” Roland replied. “And last night, it heard you.” Elena's stomach felt like lead as his words settled over her. Gail leaned forward, folding her hands together. “Corruption isn't mindless magic. It’s adaptive and reacts to authority—especially authority it doesn’t recognize.”