A dream. To fall into a dream. Was that even possible? Cecilia did not
always believe it to be the case. Father Mori was a man of miracles.
The kind that the Church would otherwise condemn, but have sanctioned
him for his unique purpose purifying the bodies of others. By
confronting the evil within, it was believed that the spirit would
become more… encouraged. The constraints of the Flesh were
primarily that of sin. Father Mori appropriated his ungodly gifts to do
good in the name of God.
As the prayer echoed through her head, the world around here became
more and more distant. The world of the flesh had decayed and pulled
away. The veil over her eyes was lifted. From this life, she fell into
something near death. A deep sleep. So deep, she could feel her lack of
soul yearn for something to fill it.
The Holy Spirit was the only thing to grant her life, inside that
doll-like vessel. It had empowered that emptiness to become something
new. The soulless would gain a soul - hunting the damned and the
devilish. This was what she was told. This was what she believed.
Her eyes fluttered open. There was no mask obscuring her face. But she
still wore the holy garbs. Cecilia sat up with a sudden, keen
observation for her surroundings. This was not the world of the awake,
but it was damned close. Father Mori had crafted a profoundly real
dream.
This was not the Cathedral Library, but the private study of De
Ascanio. She had only seen it a few times, in person. Although, one of
the reasons why it was so accurate in this living-dream, was because
Father Mori had projected it into her consciousness several times
before.
“Cecilia. You look… enduring and cute for a woman of the
habit.” De Ascanio’s apparition said out loud. A smug
expression made Cecilia immediately want to dust herself off and
spreckle some blood on her fists from his face. “Father Mori told
me of you a few times. Sad that we never got to truly meet.”
“De Ascanio…” Cecilia was back to her feet. She
pulled a sleeve down to conceal that she had some form of armoured,
lightweight gauntlets fastened to her wrists with leather straps.
“Are you a ghost? Or just a memory of De Ascanio?”
“I am the mirror reflection of what you think De Ascanio is, from
what was placed in your head and from what you so thought of
me…” So, yes, this was something neither a ghost nor a
memory. “I am a manifestation. Of your guilty lust.”
“Pft.” Cecilia wanted to laugh at that. “I really doubt that. You must be joking.”
“Oh yes, everything is a comic, is it not? But the joke is on
mankind. Not like you would know, you abominable ‘creation’
- separate from the clay of man and the eyes of God.” With a
stern chin up in the air, De Ascanio critiqued her with no remorse.
“Honestly, not knowing is hardly a bad thing. Humanity benefited
greatly from the Dark Age. It was when universities were first
invented, you know? From there, the more humans knew - the more it
pulled them from God and into the dark. Beyond the veil where the
monsters hid.”
“Your nonsense is admirable. I can see how poor Matilde was
attracted to your supposed stature. I’m sure even Father Mori was
fond of your enthusiasm.” With crossed arms Cecilia huffed.
“But that is all you are saying. A bunch of nonsense with no
meaning or direction. You’re a fatalist and nihilistic, who tried
to run from death and now you have let your vessel become possessed by
something else entirely. You, De Ascanio, are the one in the deepest
hole in hell.”
“Am I?” He chuckled. “Splendid. I am sure with such
abstract and profound suffering, I am completely distracted. It is a
mercy! Really! I sought knowledge to escape the human condition, more
than anything else. If it brought me to hell, then I am fine with that
outcome.”
“Damnation… For someone who actually had a soul - yet you act like that is almost salvation?”
“Because it is! Human suffering is beautiful. Human suffering is
terror in the mind of God Himself and oh, how there were so many
miracles sent to Earth to limit suffering - but myself and others, we
greedily found a way to manifest miracles without God.” His
fingers drilled at his own temples on each side of his head. “To
live unaware, a blessing. To suffer and not think, a blessing! For the
conscious, living state is at the mercy of the terrible vistas of
reality! Just try and compound all of the dissociated knowledge of the
world. The human mind cannot comprehend it. Even someone as
‘talented’ and ‘augmented’ as yourself, you
cannot determine the amount of grains of sand on a beach, can you? Even
if you could, you’d have to try and estimate what was hidden
beneath the layers, in the soil, beneath the nearing waters and
waves…”
“Madness!” Cecilia wanted to attack, but her body would not
follow her own instructions. She felt confined to a certain causality.
Something out of her control. Only her voice and fierce expression
remained individual facets of her emotional self. Her pseudo-humanity.
“It is a mercy we have a world to discover at all! The ability to
see everything and discover it for ourselves! We have brains that go
beyond mere instincts, De Ascanio… but you - that lizard brain
of yours, you are so caught up in it!”
“It is fine to be frightened at this revelation, Cecilia.
Everyone is afraid of the truth, especially the inner truths. No one
wants to admit that, in times of war and suffering, they may loot,
rape, pillage, steal, eat, destroy and kill without thinking of the
collective or the greater picture.” The very mentioning of these
things almost brought a deep smile to De Ascanio’s face. As if he
enjoyed the desynchronized, antagonistic and dissonant nature of
humans. “It is the rightful position to be frightful. Fear is a
great thing. Humans feel fear over the smallest things. We feel what
our past, hunterer and gatherer selves - would only feel during the
most daring of hunts in their wars for survival.”
“What do you propose then? That everyone flees into the darkness,
hides from the light?” Cecilia was able to deduce that De Ascanio
was dangerous for this kind of ideology and viewpoint. How did Father
Mori get along with a man so fatalistically predetermined to
self-destruct? “If you gained proper immortality, what would you
have done with it? Further betray the curse and kill those like Father
Mori to hide your secret? To hold this ‘gift’ just for
yourself?”
“You speak as if you have already gone mad from the many
revelations regarding your own temporary immortality. You feel…
distraught and distant from everyone, don’t you? You’re a
corpse. A homunculus made by an alchemist. You were a weapon, like some
lab-grown biological virus.” The study darkened more and more as
De Ascanio approached. His own form began to shrink, or rather, it
began to walk on all fours like an animal. “Maybe I would bring
all of humanity screaming and clawing for the light above as the new
Dark Age ascends upon them! Even by killing as many as I could and
inflicting the well known terror into the world that beasts exist, that
the dark is full of them - maybe only then would terror inspire humans
to be great again!”
De Ascanio had transformed as he entered the light again, before
Cecilia. He became a literal beast. The one that she was soon to face.
The Antiquarian Demon was more like a literal timber-wolf. A
canine-esque body of wood. A carved entity from the tree of
life’s most burnt and corrupted parts.
A large, man-eating wolf with a body composed of branches, tree trunks,
logs and leaves. From timber and sticks, the creature peered with
glowing yellow eyes at Cecilia as she was unable to step away. A golem.
An artificial thing, not unlike herself. The golem-wolf presented its
teeth of carved wood. Its branch-like antlers for ears twitched as it
continued to speak to Cecilia in De Ascanio’s voice. Or at least,
what she always imagined his voice to be like.
“You and I, Cecilia… we are outsiders, strangers in a
century that rather forget the turmoil humans rose from the ashes to
combat. Among those who are still men, they too will become
beasts.” A tongue made of vines emerged from the maw, wet like it
was out of a rainforest. It grimly licked at her cheek. “You are
a content cat, are you not? A contented cat surrounded by not even
dogs, but wolves. They intend to use you like a lion. Don’t you
just wish you didn’t exist at all?”
“I-I…” Cecilia closed her eyes hard. She did not
want to think about the warmth of the vine-tongue, which felt oddly
organic, as it slid across her face again. The timber-golem’s
branch-taloned digits reached out to feel her womanly shape. The
beast's wooden hand caressed her from the side and down to her hip.
“I don’t…”
“Cecilia, my little cat in a nun’s habit~ You have seen it
all too often. How the servile dogs are always chasing sticks -
wheezing and panting to bring it back. You are owned by purely asexual
entities, those that see you as a tool - as a pet. They have denied
your womanhood…” The tongue prodded around beneath the
habit that covered her head, more strands of her coloured hair fell
out. “Mhmm… You’re not so easy to manipulate, are
you? Unlike those serving dogs of men with souls. You’re a cat
who is bored with your own amusement. Polite and courteous, you
haven’t ever desired a partner worth validating you… from
neither man nor woman. Something deep inside you…”
Her legs shook. This feeling, of great inner hatred, was smothered by a
butterflying warmth that spread through her stomach. Did she want this?
Yes, actually. A part of her wanted to give the verbal consent that
this was enjoyable.
It made her feel human. So few things did that. It was terrible that
another human being could not give this to her, but a beast? Something
without a soul? This demonic, wooden creature was a forbidden fruit and
the tongue from its chipped mouth would be the tempting snake. Cecilia
wanted to partake. This was the lust she was warned about. The desire
she had long suppressed.
“It is your kink, isn’t it? You love that there is so much
less power right now… everyone around you has subjugated you to
intense submission. You’re a tool, an object and you enjoy the
idea that your body can be used like one, despite all your
grievances?” De Ascanio spoke confidently about the hearts and
minds of men. About the heart and mind of even Cecilia. “The
inferior will always prefer the inferior animal that is so easy to
excite. Dogs eat dogs, because it's the most convenient company and
also the most convenient food source and reproduction line… But
like I said, you’re a cat.”
“Ho-how am I a c-cat?” A blushed Cecilia practically
pleaded with that question. The answer would just make her body heat up
more, as she found herself willingly moving toward the ground. Allowing
the beast to overtake a position of dominance over her more and more.
“I’m nothing like a cat…”
“But you are!” The wooden claws lightly tapped at her
chest. Her breasts were vulnerable beneath the cloth, unless…
“The inferior always likes the scampering animal, but the
superior… They respect the superior animal. The kind that has
its own life. Even in captivity, you, as the cat of your coven -
you’re an individual. Absorbed with self preservation. Like a
cat, you live your own life and you are appreciated by the powerful.
You’re above chasing sticks.”
“Ironic, coming from a walking stick that was like a dog, truthfully…”
“How naughty of you!” The beast ripped away at her clothes.
They were so easy to shred, after he had playfully ran the tips of the
talons across the texture and produced a certain, unpleasant sound.
Beneath her the tunic, a body lightly clad in leather armour, sheathes
for various weapons and utensils. All the things needed to fight
against the Dark. “Hardly a nice nun, aren’t you?”
These small bodily fortifications would maybe guard the scratch and
bite of an actual wolf, but this creature was something else. The
wooden claws, too, rendered the leather light weight armour into scraps
and ribbons.
“Such a cute, virginal body you have been hiding…”
The carved, wolven face managed to smile. “You’re such a
tasty bit of… Meat.”
“I am not meat!” Protested Cecilia, but her body had
yearned for more of this otherworldly attention. This arcane, perverted
pleasure came from the fact this thing now stared at an exposed breast.
With little effort, the golem freed the other one. Cecilia raised her
head to and looked past its maw - toward its hind legs, beneath its
slender, log-belly. A phallic mustering of wet vines. Complete with a
knot. “W-what is that?”
“I’m excited, can’t you tell, Meat? Warrior
priestesses and battle nuns like you have always tried to tame, kill
and break beasts like me… I am tired of being ridden by such
adventurers. For once, I want to ride the girl…” Its
pseudo-tongue greedily latched to one breast. He swirled it across her
pointed nipple and its unnatural saliva would eventually coat her
chest. This… thing lapped at her like she was a treat. “I
haven’t fucked a nun since the Dark Ages…” That
voice was surely nostalgic.
“You’re not really De Ascanio… are you?”
Cecilia already knew the answer. “You’re the Seventh
Beast.”
“Does that turn you on…?” Her otherwise strong body
was so fragile beneath him. He could break her into pieces, like thin
twigs. His claws could slice her into strips for easy eating. No -
there was no point in turning his little red riding hood into a
pleasant mess on the floor. “I’m your lust, personified.
The deep dark part of your heart that you want to experience. All of
the horrible things you encounter, all the beasts you kill - your guilt
has made you infantilize them. You can only hide in the shadow of the
cross for so long, before…”
Teasingly, the beast threatened to bite the breast. Instead, he brought
her chest closer to his maw and with great pleasure, the Seventh Beast
trickled his saliva over her. The vine tongue continued to molest her
torso.
“Before what…?”
“Before you embrace the shadows, my precious cat…”
The Seventh tore away at the militant trousers. Now her most vulnerable
sex was exposed. “Mmmhmmm… my little nun-kitty. My
precious Meat. You’re wet… do you have no shame?”
“Fuck you!” Huffed Cecilia. “Nghh…
Nrghh… so warm…” It was. Burning hot between her
legs. Worsened by the beast’s slowly licking his way down her
body. Her fit abdomen was not spared from being tasted. The monster now
eyed her passage. Eager to find out more of what made her tick.
“You see, Meat, you don’t beg and bark and tumble for
amusement. You are secretly meek and relish in it. You charmed me into
playing this out for your benefit.” Her pussy was unguarded,
completely defenseless. Cecilia let out a surprised gasp as the
Seventh’s vine prodded at her sex. The pseudo tongue finally
tasted her sweetness without remorse. Without pity or hesitation. The
phallic bundle between the Seventh’s hind legs twitched in
excitement.
“D-defilement, such a crude thing… Gross!” Did
Cecilia even bother to try and truly combat it? To condemn it? Her own
mouth was open with the overwhelming sensation that had overcome her.
What sort of dream did Father Mori give to her? “Cur! I’ll
use you as f-firewood and-” The Seventh, or
was it really her Lust…? Pressed down into her and retracted its
tongue with a chuckle.
“W-why’d you stop…?” Her face froze like
hardened concrete. Cecilia needed more of this arcane experience.
“I just wanted your consent, merely…” What a taunt,
the evil bastard made. The wooden creature polished its teeth and then
played at her clit with its clinging tongue. Her untouched, apparently
holy and virginal womanhood was the purest treat to him.
“Mmm… for me, I just enjoy the sacrilege of it all!”
“Only beasts could… find perversion and degeneracy of this
sort so incredible…” One of Cecilia’s eyes was
closed. “Evil like you can only deal in absolutes…
There’s no such thing as subtly, is there?”
“You treat me like a monster. I don’t hate humans,
I’m just indifferent to them. This is your inner self speaking,
right now. You don’t do anything to preserve the sake of humans.
Church, steeple, cathedral - mosque or synagogue, you only see the same
institutions that can enable you to… do what you do. Or maybe -
they just allow you to exist to fight a greater evil. To the human
populace, you don’t know the difference between holy faith and
blind subservience.”
“Ha! A debate of theology as you lick my clit…?!”
“Well… I could stop, if you wish to focus on the seminary instead.”
“I’ll mount your head to the wall like a trophy if you
stop!” Cecilia bucked her hips forward. The Seventh would press
its tongue against the inner tightness of her valley. There was no
sense of violation, only the urge to clamp down on it and try to hold
the appendage inside of her a little longer. With an agonizing streak,
the creature slid it out with a happy moan.
“Oh, Meat. The fact you think of yourself as holy amuses me so.
There is nothing sacred about the virginity that I will take from
you… All of your beliefs are just implanted by the suggestion of
the very institutes that have chained you to dogma. Doesn’t it
make you mad in the head? Insane? To inherit traditions not of your own
without any evidence of their validity?” The endless mocking
would not cease. The beast flipped Cecilia over and almost
instinctively, she assumed a pose that favoured the wolf carved of wood
and timber. Warmth radiated from its pseudo-cock and frankly, Cecilia
felt her womanhood eager to accept the swollen, phallic device.
“If it was all true, why would I exist? If it was true, does the
truth have to be bludgeoned into heads and conformity such a necessity?
Reality could be all around you and yet you deny it!”
“A little too simply, don’t you think…?” Asked
Cecilia, feeling the beast’s erection bounce against her ass. She
looked beneath herself, past her body and toward her legs. She could
not see all of it, but she was wet at what was visible - the
beast’s dick gradually disappeared into her. Although, her pussy
would not fit all of him. “If there is nothing in the world and
no meaning… don’t you think humans would have found that
out already? And yet, they find meaning in anything they
can…”
“And yet, people only have faith when they feel pain and fear!
The oldest and most fond memory humans have, sticking close to warm
fires to gather light and heat - to scare away the unknown, the wolves
that lurked in the dark!” The tongue of the beast had loosened in
more ways than one. Its mouth was agape, as its pelvic region began to
frantically pound into her. “Isn’t that right, Meat? Heh
heh heh… Ehehmm… Ha! Hahh… ahh… But you
enjoy the company of wolves, don’t you~?”
There was no point in regrets, Cecilia allowed herself to enjoy it.
This dick was larger than anything a human partner would have had. Her
sex had already began to leak over the member, the beast had
effectively knotted and there was no way there would be any chance for
a full removal until it was over with. The nun habit began to fall from
her head, which encouraged the beast to lick at her ears and her neck
with stiff strokes.
He wanted her to pant as he did. On his back legs and his front legs
wrapped around Cecilia to help pull her body onto his cock - the two
would remain intertwined. The throbbing dick did not care for her well
being, but Cecilia’s body was more capable than the beast
initially realized. It meant that he could be a little rough with her.
The most that would happen to her would be a few scrapes otherwise.
Cecilia, herself, felt as though she was nested in a comfortable log
cabin, with a fire roaring beside her. The only thing that stopped her
from enjoying that specific, peaceful sensation was the fact that her
opening was being completely taken by the golem’s dick. The claws
of its hind legs scratched the floor as the pelvic region continued to
push into her without remorse.
“Ah heh, ha ah! Ahh! Eh ha ha! Ha aah ah! Oh, Meat! I like
you~” Short-stroking her due to the baseball sized knot, even the
beast had exerted itself beyond its own expectations. All it could do
was pant, huff and gasp with ecstasy while Cecilia’s face was
bright red and her eyes were practically rolled back entirely.
“Ah! Aha! Ahh! I’m going to fill you with white sap soon,
Meat~”
The Beast thought he was about to split her into pieces. But no, her
body held on without give. It was not even too much of a challenge for
Cecilia’s body to accept the girth. What was difficult was how
much length had actually pressed against her deepest parts. There was
only some soreness, the friction and the pleasure made her endure any
slight discomforts. She adjusted to his size admirably.
Her neck was wet from his tongue, the rest of her clothes were torn off
with a few swipes. Even her back was not safe from his desire to taste
every inch of her. This sacred, unsullied flesh that no one had enjoyed
before. These short strokes proved devastatingly great, Cecilia’s
whole body shook with tremors as even the beast began to calm -
enjoying the slow feeling of her inner walls.
Cecilia had never had an orgasm before, so far she had two. She did not
even know it felt like this, but now her saturated-sex was ready for
more. Through the intensive exhaustion, she simply gathered her breath
and courage. Hard and fast, it started again - pleasures beyond
imagination. The beast’s eyes glowed as it forced the knot
into her some more. There was mostly pleasure, but entirely pleasure
for him.
“Hah ehhhhghhh ahhh… tight going in, just the way I like
it~” The golem especially enjoyed how Cecilia could not stop
herself from making pleasured moans. He pounded her deep, while also
twisting his hips to stroke every possible angle of her canal. No human
could have possibly stimulated her like this. The way the knot pressed
her g-spot. The way the length excessively filled her soft velvet
passage. “Come on, Meat! Ahh! Aeghhh… your nun-pussy
belongs to me!” His dominance over her was profound.
Again, Cecilia came. Her entire body collapsed beneath the pulsing,
pounding phallic member that continued to penetrate her as she released
her satisfaction all over it. A deep stirring inside of her stomach -
excitement, had arrived. She knew that she would soon be filled with
his own seed.
“Ahhh-ahh-ah-a-hhhaa-Meat!-Ahh-ahh! Oh yeah, here we go!
Here-we-go~!” The carven wolf pulsed his sticky, white warmth
into her. The insemination might as well have gushed due to the size
difference. The creature cradled her from behind as he stroked a few
more times into her sensitive body. The feral, heavy breathing of the
beast blotted out the auditory senses of Cecilia below him.
“Eh-hehh-haa-ahhh! Ah-haaa-hahaaeaaghghh-haahaha! Oh, Meat! That
was such a joy!”
“Ughhh…” Limb beneath him, Cecilia had collapsed
completely. Fatigue ravaged her body as she felt the less swollen
golem-dick pull out of her. The beast splattered some more excess onto
her legs before it wiped itself on her thighs. “What a
mess~”
“You really needed a good fuck, Meat…” Almost
affectionately, the beast nuzzled her face - which left behind a few
scratches. “No one says you have to wake up from this dream, you
know…?” Without thinking, the now exhausted beast curled
itself up around her. Protectively.
Even a creature of the dark had to rest from time to time. The slumber
began as suddenly as the pleasure ended. Although, there was no dream
to be had within this dream. The dream itself had forgotten the
restraints of its own false reality.
While it did ponder, with closed, wood chip eyes -
the very various implications of its own temporary sentience, a
reflection is still a reflection. Just as the existentialism had
surfaced, the wolf found itself alone on the study floor. It stood, the
evidence of Cecilia and its own intensive fucking remained. Cecilia herself was absent. And there was an ominous feeling that even made the creature feel far from ease.
“Meat? Where did you go?”
“Didn’t have it in me to just wait and do it while you
slept… I guess another deep, dark sin inside of me is
pride.” Cecilia replied, somewhere from the dark where the
Antiquarian had once hid in reality. “Thank you… I have
enjoyed something that I never thought I would have before. Yet…
I cannot let you live. Not even in this dream. A few seconds in true
reality could be years here - but I don’t have the time. Every
second I rest, I am away from slaying the real you.”
“Meat! You little bitch!” The creature bark-ed. “You
think it ends so easily? I am hardly some fragile vampire!”
“Monsters like you have the strongest armour, because you are the
weakest of your lot.” The hidden voice mocked yet again. The
beast should have been in its element, but something had dulled its
senses. “I really hate things like you, you know that?”
“And you should, Meat! Humans and fake-humans like you are
nothing but easy prey! To be fucked and eaten!” He wished he had
twisted and snapped her into a thousand pieces! He should have fucked
her in half! How dare she mock him! “Nothing but a bag of bones,
with a bunch of sentient-jelly for brains! You all die screaming and
that is my favourite part! You fragile beings are nothing with your
spells and weapons and tools! Everything you are born with is a
liability - so let me free you from your pride and egoism - by freeing
your head from your body, Meat! You fatal little whore in
nun-frock!”
“You are right. Human beings and even those made in their image
like myself are inherently weak. We feel pain, emotional, spiritual and
physical. But we still fight to survive! Monsters like you get off to
us being helpless, to us not having anywhere to go to find shelter from
you…” A metallic aroma had become apparent, the beast
sensed it and was distracted from Cecilia’s voice for only a
small moment. That metallic aroma - of a blade that had tasted blood,
at some point in its existence. Beastly blood, of bloodsuckers and
carrion-snatchers. Of flesh eaters. Of predators that hunted man.
“You smell that, right? It is a scythe. A scythe that will help
you reap what you sow. Your wickedness is a field that I am finally
going to harvest. This forced agricultural collectivization will help
you understand humans.”
“Understand humans?! Ba-ha! Meat! I understand humans plenty! I
know that you are most evil to yourself and when confronted with evil
like me, you break beneath our whim! You cry and pout or shout and die!
Or you take our evil cocks in your cunt, as you did!” It gnashed
at the darkness all around him. “What else is there to possibly
know about your pathetic race?!”
“Pain, you wooden devil. You should feel the pain and the fear
that you inflict on us. It is about time for you to feel helpless and
for you to feel torment - for you to be played with. Do you get this
message…?” Cecilia dropped from above, the scythe itself
was ancient but did not appear anything too spectacular. What was
amazing - would be how she wielded and utilized it. “I shall be
your messenger and your reaper, you dark, wicked one! I will deliver
unto you personally: all of the pain and understanding that defines
humanity!”
With a one handed horizontal swing, the large blade had a radius of a
hundred and eight degrees as it span. The blade kissed one of the
beast’s arms and subsequently, cleaved a chunk of wood from it. A
red, sappy substance gushed along with the chipping.
“Meat! You whore!” Roared the wolf of wood, just barely
able to hop aside a vertical swing. “Is that all you can do -
swipe it like a mad witch?!”
With a jump, Cecilia swung it horizontally again in front of her and
with a spinning-aided momentum, she leaped clean over the wolf after
she had carved its face. Before she would land, her body would turn
harshly with a diagonal plunge into the carven wood-wolf’s back.
“Where did you even get that?!” With a large shard stabbed
out of it in two locations, the wooden wolf rolled and retreated some
meters back. The bleeding logs would reveal how hard he shook from the
pain. Vines from within the wood split like blood-carrying veins. A
sticky mess of pain. A complete contrast to the sticky mess of pleasure
he had rendered her as before. “Meat! You’re clothed again
too?!”
Cecilia was. Her habit returned, her underarmour and her frock. As well
as the plague-resistance mask. As a taunt, she presented the scythe
forward and admired its sharp appendage as it dripped with the reddened
sap.
“The Lord shall provide when I am cold and unclothed, as well as grant a scythe to tend to my fields~”
“Whore! Whore! Whore!” The mad dog monster charged on all
fours, it swiped with its talons and conjured a wolven storm of
claw-attacks and bites in the air. Cecilia had to prepare herself in
this fight - for it would determine how she would perform in the actual
one.
This scourge against all decency was aggressive and hard hitting. The
relentless nature of its attacks made it a larger threat than she had
ever anticipated - the vampire would be easy in comparison. A monster
with claws and an able maw was a hell of a thing. Very literally.
Cecilia knew she could not be forced back blindly by this thing, or it
would slowly gain and eventually smash her flat.
A creature like this knew how to hunt down its prey just as capable as
it played with it. Father Mori manifested this monster with one thing
in mind - it had just as much experience killing holy warriors as it
did fucking them before hand, apparently. This speed was tremendous and
even Fatal Faithful Cecilia had a hard time calculating what to do
next.
Her attentiveness as she dodged the attacks paid off. The beast was
actually predictable, with how it had to wind up its swipes and unhinge
its wooden jaw. It telegraphed every attack. To run away and dodge
would eventually become death for her - she had to parry it. There was
just enough maneuverability and space to do what she had to do.
“I’m going to enjoy your twitching corpse!” It
screamed again with its hauntingly hollow, heavy humanoid voice.
“Try me!”
After it slashed with two arms, having stood on its hind legs as if to
leap - Cecilia stepped to the side and drew it in for another attack as
it had lost momentum. A desperate fling of its claws would be swatted
away with the stuff of the Scythe. From there, it was like an elegant
dance - movement of violent fluidity to the music of ferocious battle.
It took all of her might and an aggressive hurling of her own body, but
as the beast fell flat to its log-stomach, Cecilia plunged the Scythe
deep into its neck. The vine-tongue sprouted from the wound and whipped
about with a gruesome, slythering sound like a snake distrubed from
within an empty log.
“Meat! No!”
Cecilia stomped her foot into its chest and tugged. The head of the
best was rendered and the scythe screeched against the floor. This
manifestation was not just her lust personified, but it was her lust
for battle! Her lust for glory! And oh, pride comes before the fall!
As sappy-blood melted and became like liquid that gushed on the floor
before her. She casted the scythe aside and fell to her knees in prayer
- in praise as well.
“God, oh
God! I am free of ego and I kill the monstrous dark anomalies of
Satan’s hateful miracles - not for myself, or for my own sake,
but for you God! Amen! It was not the Seventh Beast of Revelation - it was the Seventh Deadly Sin! Lust!”