Novel & Cerita The Priest Of Corruption Chapter 1

On his knees on the cold tile floor, one hand gripping the sink, the other wrapped around his cock, stroking himself with frantic, desperate movements. I leaned forward, every detail consuming me. His face was twisted in shame, jaw clenched, eyes wet. He bit down on his lip as though he could bite back the groans spilling out of him. But he couldn’t. His body betrayed him, writhing and aching until he finally came with a strangled groan, spilling his seed across the porcelain like a filthy confession. A slow, triumphant smile spread across my lips. The priest. The man who once condemned me to hell. The man who prayed over my soul, who claimed to be incorruptible. And now I had him caught on

The corruption couldn't be defeated through strength. It fed on wounds. Fed on suffering. Fed on despair. Destroying it wasn't the answer. The answer had been hidden in the prophecy all along. Unity. Healing. Choice. The Void King suddenly stepped forward. The corruption paused. Its eyes narrowed. The ancient Sovereign looked up at the monstrous darkness. Calm. Steady. No fear. "No." The simple word echoed through the Chamber. The corruption tilted its head. "No?" The Void King's silver eyes glowed.

I honestly didn't know what to say to that, because he wasn't wrong, but at the same time, it was such a bleak outlook on things that I wanted to say that he was wrong. "So that's why you're here, trying to find a cure for the corruption, right? To change things for the better?" "I want to find the cure, yes, but I can't promise that anything will change if I do. There will always be wrong in the world, there will always be corrupt rulers, and just because it may or may not fix one problem doesn't mean it will change everything. We don't know if the people who are left are too far gone for help, their minds are just as damaged by the corruption as their bodies are, and we don't know that it'

he says softly, “your corpse will join theirs.” The priest visibly pales. Then, shakily, he begins the ritual. Ancient words echo across the field while the crowd watches in terrified silence. The entire ceremony feels wrong. Corrupted. Like the Moon Goddess herself should strike this place down any second now. Keal answers each vow eagerly. Proudly. Like this is everything he’s ever wanted. Then suddenly, the priest turns toward me. “Future Luna,” he whispers shakily, “repeat after me—” “No.”

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I – The Forgotten Goddess Chapter 6: The Abyss Takes Everything The next morning, the Temple of Malzareth felt entirely wrong, though Nysera could not explain why. The cold corridors remained deceptively unchanged; soul-braziers burned with their usual pale green flames, priests barked their harsh orders, and apprentices hurried through the halls carrying ritual materials and heavy jars of corrupted essence. Everything appeared perfectly normal on the surface. Yet, the uneasy feeling from the previous night lingered stubbornly within her chest.

I never told him I had never been with anyone else. “Your first time will be bloody, painful, and I promise that you’ll never forget me. Most of all, I’ll worship your perfect body in ways religious people don’t worship their God. You’ll enjoy every second of it.” I tried to get out of his grasp with his fingers still inside me. He wasn’t fingering me, and he wasn’t moving. I could feel his hard erection pressed into my ass, and his breath was fanning my neck. But no matter how hard I struggled, he wouldn’t let me go.

“Well, I can’t disclose anything to anyone outside the faction and to any lower priest. But you have to understand that my superiors and the archbishop are people I cannot deny.” The priest who visited her wasn’t how she pictured a priest should be. He was bald with a scar on the left side of his head and a tattoo on his hands. The only thing priestly with him was the white robe he fashioned and the insignia of an X with spirals on it. “As long as it only stays to a small group of people. Now please assess her for any dark magic.” “You can untie her first.” Lord Reynold gave her a warning glance to which she only ignored and tilted her head, trying to look clueless.

Handmade figures of saints that were regarded as gods even though they are not. “Padre, please pray for me and pray for my sins,” It was Pietro who spoke, holding a signed bank check on his hand. The priest nodded his head so eagerly that it reminded me of the animal figurines in the taxi with a bobbing head. “Of course, of course, I never stopped praying for you.” Before Pietro could give the check to him, his hand is already reaching towards it. “The church is thankful for the donation.” I gritted my teeth, even the priests had turned corrupted because of the mafias.

“Maybe she isn’t evil. Maybe… she’s something else.” The High Priestess rounded on her. “Silence!” she hissed. “Don’t let her deceit poison your mind. Evil always hides behind innocence. That smile..." she pointed toward the baby. “is the beginning of corruption. That is how they trap you, make you hesitate, until it’s too late.” “But High Priestess,” Elspeth pressed softly, “if she can bring life... “Enough!” Morwenna’s voice thundered, echoing through the stone chamber. “She will not deceive us with tricks of nature. She is born of forbidden blood, and her death will cleanse the world of her taint.”

Off-limits. And now, he can’t stop thinking about corrupting her. One session becomes two. And when she confesses she’s never even been kissed properly, Silas knows he’s going to be her first—in every possible way. But can a man like him handle a girl like her… or is he about to ruin the only pure thing he’s ever touched? Chapter One The Dare I stood on the edge of the sidewalk, staring up at the glowing red sign like it might bite me. REIGN INK.