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But deep in my chest, beneath the burning hatred, a tiny seed of unease had taken root. Why did his touch feel both repulsive and… familiar? Why did those emerald eyes make something ancient stir inside my sealed powers? I shoved the thought away violently. This was only the beginning. I would escape this place. I would regain my divinity. And when I did, Caelum Nikolaus would be the first to fall. As they pulled me down the corridor, I caught a snippet of nervous whispering between two maids watching from a doorway. “…east wing again. The master said no one is allowed near that room…”

Aria's POV Marcus stood in the center of the sanctuary's main hall, black veins pulsing beneath his skin as corruption spread visibly through his form. But this wasn't the violent, destructive force we'd faced before. This corruption moved with deliberate intelligence, speaking through him in a voice that was both his and not his. "Did you think suppression was cure?" the corruption asked through Marcus's lips. "Did you believe collective will could erase fundamental nature?" Through divine perception, I saw the truth—this wasn't external infection but something that had always existed within Marcus, within all of us. The network had merely hidden it, not healed it.

But I forced it down. I didn’t come this far to retreat.Swallowing my disgust, I stepped forward. Each step felt heavier than the last, as though the ground itself resisted my presence. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached into my satchel and pulled out the book. It was inheritance of the previous Head Priestess. My hands tightened around it. I hadn’t mastered a single page. Flipping it open, I scanned the pages quickly, the ancient wolf script twisting across the parchment in intricate patterns. My eyes darted from line to line until something caught my attention

He was gripping her hips, pulling her back into him to get as deep as possible. "Oh merciful God!" He cried out, fingers digging into her hips. She felt the penis squirting hot cum up her ass, filling her passage with its thick, sticky cream. After a minute the priest pulled out and she felt rivulets of sperm running out of her anus and down her thighs. She collapsed against the cross, sweaty and panting. "Now, my child," He said wearily from somewhere behind her. "I'm sure your father will enjoy that." ***

"Mr. Moretti, this is highly irregular. There are no witnesses. There is no license—" I put my hand on my gun. "Begin." The Priest opened the book. His hands shook. "We are gathered here," he squeaked. I moved to Chloe's side. I stood close. I did not touch her. I smelled her. She smelled like soap and fear. It was better than the smell of gunpowder. "Do I have to say the obey part?" she whispered. "Because I feel like that's false advertising." I looked down at her. "You will say what is written."

For one perfect moment, everything stills – Alaric and I connected through our bond, Cassius caught between us, the extraction equipment still humming with corrupted energy. Then chaos erupts. Cassius slams his hand onto an emergency control, and corruption energy floods the chamber – not through the equipment now, but as raw power filling the air. "If I can't have those abilities," he snarls, "no one will." The corruption surge heads directly toward me, a wave of destructive force that would burn out any healing abilities it touches. But my powers have been studying this corruption, learning it, understanding its fundamental nature. Instead of backing away, I step toward it. Hands extended,

Others recognized corruption with growing comprehension regarding their unwitting participation in systematic injustice. By midnight, Highcrest Keep had fallen without requiring extensive bloodshed. Not through military superiority but informed conviction. Not via violence but revelation. Similar scenes unfolded across the realm. In western territories, Mother Verna led former clergy in synchronized revelation exposing theological corruption. They appeared at cathedral steps during evening services, bearing ancient texts demonstrating how current doctrine had been deliberately distorted to support institutional power rather than spiritual truth. "The Light requires balanced integration with

As I lay in his arms, full of his cum and wrapped in his warmth, I knew we had crossed the point of no return. The corruption was complete and I had never felt closer to God... or farther from salvation.

"I want to see you beg, priestess. Not for mercy. For corruption." He stripped me layer by layer, pressing me against marble. His fingers traced the runes on my spine, lighting up the sacred script with each touch. My back arched. My thighs parted. My breath shattered into whimpers. When he entered me, it was not a violation. It was the fulfillment of every blasphemous whisper I had choked on for years. I screamed his name like a sacred chant, letting the temple tremble with each thrust. "You are no longer hers," he growled. "You are mine."

The underground chamber echoed with their soft, broken whimpers and the distant, muffled sound of Vatican bells tolling in the night. Alessandro stepped forward, his voice low and sacrilegious. “Tonight we desecrate this holy place. Two daughters of the Church will offer their bodies and souls to me — a fallen priest — in the very heart of Saint Peter’s domain. Chiara… you will taste your sister in sin while I fuck you. Elena… you will watch your own cunt drip onto a nun’s face while your brother in corruption fills you.” He poured consecrated wine mixed with their own slick arousal over their bodies. The warm liquid ran in rivulets over Chiara’s bound breasts and dripping pussy, and down El