20 20. Ancient Scriptures and Pawns. [2]
20. Ancient Scriptures and Pawns. [2]
[Mild Smut warning. (Mild R-18)]
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Slash-
Thud-
"Keuhk!"
Ronald Fluger writhed on the ground, consumed by excruciating pain, as the ray of light from the supreme priest pierced his chest.
"Haaa…"
The supreme priest let out a sigh.
"This was our ninth Ronald. We need one more."
Clap!
With an unamused expression, the supreme priest clapped once.
"Albedo."
A black mist materialized in the room, and from within the mist emerged a man dressed entirely in black.
"Albedo greets you."
A hoarse voice echoed as Albedo acknowledged the presence of the supreme priest.
He neither knelt nor bowed before the supreme priest, displaying a hint of defiance.
"Clean up this mess and find someone suitable to sit on that foolish king's throne."
Issuing his command, the supreme priest, though frowning, received a nod from Albedo, who promptly set out to fulfill the task.
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'After eliminating our nine pawns, what is it that you truly desire, Alice D'Arc?!'
Gazing at the white ceiling, the supreme priest let out a sigh.
"It's time for that woman to surrender her virtue, ahem, I mean to fulfill her duty."
He shifted his gaze in a specific direction.
Far away from his current position, there lay a small shrine, within which resided a lady. It was this lady who had carried out her role dutifully.
Now, the time had come for her to pass on her responsibilities to the shoulders of another capable woman.
This lady was the same one whom Alice referred to as 'her holiness.'
She possessed the divine essence of the goddess of chastity.
According to ancient scriptures, when the first devotee of the goddess of chastity reaches a certain age, she must offer her 'Virgin Blood' to a chosen man. This act grants the man the power derived from her divinity, such as eternal youth and more. As for the woman who inherits the role of the devoted servant, she too is blessed with the same divine essence.
The man who receives her 'Virgin Blood' is granted the fulfillment of any one of his wishes.
His desires, aspirations, and even his deepest intentions—all shall come to fruition.
The woman known as 'her holiness' was sacrificed for King Ronald Fluger. She was married to the king, yet before they could consummate their relationship and solidify their bond, the neighboring king launched an attack on the Fluger kingdom, conspiring with rebels seeking to overthrow the rightful ruler.
However, fortune favored them. The king's first wife discovered an ancient scripture outlining the sacrifice required: a woman who relinquishes her desires for love, lust, and emotions and devotes herself to the goddess of chastity shall be granted one wish by the divine entity.
Remaining pure and deeply in love with the king, she gambled her future on this sacred duty.
Completing the ritual, she not only rescued the king from a life-threatening assault but also safeguarded the Kingdom of Fluger by erecting a divine protection barrier.
This barrier solely safeguards the Kingdom from warfare, and as a consequence, she has relinquished all of her emotions. However, her wish was too lofty, and she has yet to pay the price. Her carnal desires continue to escalate, confining her within the shrine's walls, with only her attendants permitted to meet her. This is an unintended consequence of the ritual, referred to as the 'Test of Purity.' The purer the maiden's resolve, the more arduous the trial becomes. Though only a few years have passed, the woman is already weary. Should she become completely exhausted, the very barrier that protects the Kingdom of Fluger will crumble.
The supreme priest had surmounted numerous obstacles to claim the ethereally beautiful woman as his plaything. He orchestrated the demise of the original Ronald Fluger, substituting his pawns in his place. Such was his meticulousness that even Ronald's other wives couldn't discern the real Ronald from his duplicates. Eradicating all evidence and erasing any traces of the first wife's sacrifice for the kingdom, the supreme priest basked in all the glory.
Now, with another "capable" maiden available, the supreme priest coveted the former devotee as his personal toy, intending to indulge in her fully. He had meticulously planned every aspect, including his wish. Visualizing her clad in the high priestess robes, he relished the thought of reducing her to a crawling state, wearing an animal neck collar. Observing her buttocks jiggling, he would strike them with a stick, eliciting pleasurable cries from her lips. Fondling her breasts and teasing his erect shaft against the silky fabric, he would ignite her desires until she begged for his "Holy Excalibur," addressing him as "master."
Ripping apart her leggings and exposing her sacred entrance, he would explore its depths with his fingers and tongue. Reveling in the sensation of her clothed body, he would progress to the next stage. Thrusting into her eager core, his hand slapping against her until her skin turned as red as a tomato, he would render her black priestess robes white, ravishing her until she succumbed to ecstasy.
After the exploration of her sacred depths, he would compel her to taste her own essence by plunging his sticky shaft into her mouth. Such nights of sublime pleasure would ensue until a reddish-orange woman joined them in their bed. He envisioned a grand harem, a realm of unparalleled ecstasy.
'HAHAHAHAHAHA~'
The supreme priest remained oblivious to a certain individual who observed him with eyes filled with amusement. "Your imagination truly runs wild, old man," a man dressed in white robes from head to toe thought to himself. This man was none other than the sole disciple of the supreme priest. There were two reasons why he held this prestigious position. Firstly, he possessed vast knowledge and formidable power. Secondly, he had the ability to read and penetrate the thoughts of individuals whose soul strength was inferior to his own. While he never disclosed the true extent of his abilities or the reasons behind them, he simply informed the supreme priest that he could detect falsehoods. This privilege granted him the status of being the only disciple.
"I wonder what 'her holiness' truly looks like," he pondered. Only a select few had ever laid eyes upon the real face of 'her holiness.' The individuals who served her were exclusively female and were confined to the shrine, much like 'her holiness' herself. "If this venerable old man were to engage in a tryst with 'her holiness,' it would truly be a 'holy fuck.' KEKEKEKEKEKE~" The man laughed, his laughter echoing through the room.
No one comprehended the sacrifices made by that woman, nor did they understand the depth of her love for her husband. No one... That is the nature of a pawn. It exists on the chessboard, important in its own right, but ultimately designed for exploitation.
"Alice D'Arc, I eagerly anticipate and hope that your life will provide ample entertainment~ KEKEKEKEK~"
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[A/N: Cut the Crap.]
