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“Blessed Father Metatron, you do know that Brother Gabriel divided our work duties for the week? I can’t be wasting time so why am I here?” Kim Dokja smiled as she crossed her legs, sitting in front of the highest ranking man in the Church currently.
“Junior Sister Kim, you know why you’re here.” Metatron smiled with an equally devious smile as Kim Dokja’s but she was nothing but relentless.
A shame that this child had arrived to them too late with a developed personality; bright but stubborn, hours of punishment could never correct her.
“Okay. It's not my fault that Father Michael does not practice tolerance as he should. If he hadn’t been huffing and puffing so much, I’m certain that the service with the Imperial delegates would’ve gone better.” Kim Dokja sighed, raising her arms in a gesture of defeat.
“Kim Dokja, you are lucky I was able to dissuade Bishop Asmodeus from throwing you in the dungeons.” Metatron said sternly, refusing to continue listening to Kim Dokja’s words.
Kim Dokja looked at him in confusion before snorting. “Forgive me, Blessed Father. But I am in the wrong for announcing that Bishop Asmodeus had taken someone as his partner and had a child, and I’m the guilty party? Do you understand how stupid that sounds? I need you to understand how stupid that sounds?”
“Kim Dokja—”
“The Holy Bible says that one who serves him fully cannot take a wife nor sire children, am I wrong? Bishop Asmodeus was also responsible for declaring that the village that supposedly had an outbreak of the winter fever was burnt to the ground but I checked the records and no one there had ever gotten sick but someone who annoyed him lived there. Which adds to the charge of willful murder! And yet I am the criminal for telling the truth.” Kim Dokja spoke equally as stern as Metatron but with ten times more disappointment in the man. “Is it a crime to expose those who shouldn’t be allowed to have the Church backing them, Blessed Father?”
“It is when the people you are exposing are the head generals of the Blessed Armies.” Metatron sighed, leaning back in his chair before speaking. “Luckily, Brother Raphael managed to dissuade Asmodeus from dragging you to the cells.”
“Then what is my punishment? Am I destined to wipe the pews clean every night from now on? Wash the stained glass frame by frame with only a rag and water?” Kim Dokja spoke with an almost exasperated tone, if her hair wasn’t covered then she would rip it off from the sheer anger that coursed through her veins at the moment.
“My dead girl, there is no punishment. Only a learning opportunity." Metatron chided before he continued explaining. "We received a missive from a small village up north; they were only able to receive the Lord's message through a small town near them but that town was decimated and completely eradicated by a monster attack five months ago. I shall send you to do a kindness to these people and serve well and share the Lord's message with them."
By the look in Metatron's eyes, it was implied that she had no right to complain nor comment on the issue. It was his orders and so therefore she must obey.
Metatron had implied during their conversation that she had been spared from the dungeons by others , not him which meant that if he was so displeased with her then he would order the guards to lock her up in the dungeons.
(Kim Dokja never knew what happened to the sisters who were taken down to the dungeons.
But she did notice that the secret brothels owned by Bishop Asmodeus and Cardinal Agares never lacked clients which meant that they never lacked girls.
She'd play her regrets and play the fool, it'd be better than having to serve man after man.)
"And when do I depart, Blessed Father?" Kim Dokja demurely asked.
"On the morrow, my sweet girl. I shall inform Uriel and Gabriel on your new task. Do not disappoint me, Junior Sister Kim." Metatron smiled, it was the fake smile he gave the Emperor whenever the old fat man came asking for a blessing or for his bastards to be baptized.
Kim Dokja disliked the idea of being fooled like the old fat man.
"Of course Blessed Father. I shall take this time to repent for my actions and to teach the Lord's teachings well, I hope to honor you highly." Kim Dokja spoke softly, bowing her head.
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Fucking cunt sent me here to die. Kim Dokja thought as she got off the horse she was riding, the guard that accompanied her looked suspicious of her but seemed happy that she didn't complain or say anything during the trip so after dropping her off, he left with the horse in tow, effectively stranding her in the small village.
It was a small village, with people looking out of their windows and doors with suspicion at her as though she was a monster that would demolish their homes and swallow their children whole.
She was small and demure, what wrong could she do?!
"Hey, you the person from the church?!" A gruff man yelled as he approached her.
Kim Dokja wanted to retort that it was obviously her but remembered that she wasn't dressed in her official clothing since she didn't want it to get dirty during the trip (she reluctantly placed her hair in a high ponytail and dressed in a high collared white blouse with a high waisted long cream skirt along with a pair of riding boots), so of course the man needed to double check that it was Kim Dokja in fact.
Kim Dokja walked up to him, nodded as she replied. "Yes, I'm Junior Sister Kim, a pleasure to meet you, Mr—?"
"I'm Gong Pildu, I'm in charge of this little place." Gong Pildu replies, still smoking on his pipe as he spoke to her but he was eyeing her over as though trying to determine something by just looking at her.
"Is something wrong, Mr. Gong?" Kim Dokja asked.
"Well. It's just a bit odd that they sent someone so small to do the church repairs." Gong Pildu huffed before turning around to lead Kim Dokja who immediately followed behind him, gripping her small rucksack with a tight grip. "But I ain't one to look at a gift horse."
"Forgive me, Mr. Gong but what does that mean?" Kim Dokja felt her sanity trickle away.
Metatron wanted her to go crazy for daring to talk rightful shit about Bishop Asmodeus and Cardinal Agares.
"Well the monsters ruined the only way these people went to church and we have an old dilapidated thing that no one has used in around a century or two since the monster attacks became more frequent. We sent a letter to the church asking if we could repair it ourselves and once it was done they could sent someone to help with the baptisms and preaching and all that other shit but they wrote back saying that it had to be blessed hands from the church to repair it so they'd send someone over to fix it up and do all that shit." Gong Pildu explained as they walked the main avenue of the small village, people's eyes followed the image of Kim Dokja as she walked behind Gong Pildu with a frazzled look. "Honestly, thought they'd send someone with more meat on their bones."
By how emaciated some of the people looked, Kim Dokja felt concerned that they were going to wake up one day to just decide to eat her alive.
If Kim Dokja managed to survive long enough to return back to the capital, she would burn the Grand Church to the ground.
"You mean to say Mr. Gong that my duty is to repair the church? With my bare hands?" Kim Dokja questioned softly as they walked uphill, the path was well delimited so she wouldn't get lost on her way back.
"Well, that's why they sent ya here, didn't they? There's the old thing, all yours to make it as pretty as the ones in the big city-states." Kim Dokja glared at the man's nape before throwing a look at the church; it was a forgotten little thing, green and brown vines covered it almost completely, she could see patches in the roof from years without repairs, the wood of the doors and inside windows must've rotted by now, she could only imagine the huge layer of dust covering the inside of the building.
"And where will I stay during the meanwhile? Once it's repaired, I shall stay in the Church but until then?"
"Don't worry, there's a small hut on the edge of town for you to stay in for meanwhile. It's part of my own property; of course, you don't need to pay rent for now, Sister." Gong Pildu explained as they walked down the hill so he could show Kim Dokja the small place where she would take up residence until the church’s repairs were done.
If she ever managed to finish them.
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Kim Dokja sighed and took advantage of the fact that the sun still hadn’t reached its highest point in the sky which meant that she had a lot of time to begin the repairs; an old lady had offered her a meager amount of bread along with some slices of dried salted sheep, that Kim Dokja took gratefully, saying a blessing to the old lady (ignoring the old lady’s puzzled look as Kim Dokja prayed a small prayer for her in front of her before blessing her) before she made her way back to survey the amount of damage that the church had obviously gone through.
She spent three days planning this out before deciding to begin scavenging the ruins of the church for something old yet valuable that couldn’t be reused but could be sold.
Since churches don’t get repaired by sheer force of will, no matter what Metatron seemed to think when he sent her here to rot.
“Sister Kim, are you going to the church today?” One of the town’s young ladies, Lee Jihye, said to her almost bored as she watched Kim Dokja make her way out of her little hut, Lee Jihye clenched tightly at a sharp sword that she always held strapped to her hip.
Lee Jihye was pretty much the only resident (aside from Gong Pildu, who was just waiting eagerly for Kim Dokja to finish repairing the church so he could evict her and let someone who would pay rent in) in the town to not look at Kim Dokja like they were going to snap and eat her one day.
“Yes, Jihye. It is my duty.” Kim Dokja replied amiably.
“Well, come back before sunset. The new moon has waned so the monsters are going to come back when the night sets; Old Man Gong is going to place the wards by sunset so if you’re not here by then, it was nice to meet you, Sister KIm.” Lee Jihye snickered as she waved Kim Dokja farewell.
Kim Dokja sighed but continued making her way to the church, she hoped to be able to find something that would give her enough funds for the repairs. Kim Dokja turned to look at the early morning sun before she entered the church, the unused doors making a creaking sound as they allowed Kim Dokja entrance to the dilapidated yet once holy place.
From the outside, the windows of the church looked like plain windows, the ones whose sole purpose is to let light illuminate the large room during morning service but Kim Dokja was pleasantly surprised when she entered the church during her first inspecting to find the image of the stars shimmering from the light of the sun, if she looked at the windows in a certain direction she was almost sure the painted glass painted a picture of an image but she still wasn’t able to see the entire picture.
Today, she was greeted to the same sight as she made her way inside, closing the doors behind her as she entered with small steps, making her way to the ruins at the head of the large hall. She removed the coat that she placed on her person as she got to work in searching through the rubble, shrieking in delight when she found some old piece of gold or silver.
Kim Dokja sighed as she made her coat into a small sack; she’d have to ask Gong Pildu to lend her a horse so she could head over to the city for a day to sell and trade the pieces she found. The sun was soon to set in around 3 hours, she had finished earlier than expected, Kim Dokja turned around to look at the destroyed altar when she noticed a bright glimmer near the altar, she made her way to it and after moving the rubble around, she tapped on the floor and was amused to discover that it was hollow. She knelt down and found that it was a door.
“Whoever built this place might not have had so much space for other things.” Kim Dokja reasoned, she grabbed the makeshift torch that she had for if it got too dark and lit it up since the basement would be essentially dark and she’d be unable to see anything.
She still had three hours before the sun set, she would make those three hours count.
Kim Dokja made her way down the small door, impressed to not feel a rotting wooden ladder but instead steps made of stone. Kim Dokja made sure to hold out the arm with the torch sho she could watch her steps but stopped midway down the steps at the glimmering light produced by the torch, she turned to find the walls of the basement had some sort of jewels encrusted into them as though mimicking the glimmering of stars which explained the glimmer she saw outside; Kim Dokja made a mental note to look for some sort of tool that would allow her to remove some of them (its not stealing if she’s doing it for the benefit of the same church!) before continuing down the steps.
She was greeted to a slightly cracked marble ivory colored altar with engravings in the old language of the church that she had never been allowed to learn because she wasn't a man sculpted into the marble, yet she still knelt next to it wondering which angel was the patron of this church before. Most of the altars were simply made of stone, engravings were never carved into the stone since it was just to hold the wine and the bread along with the Bible.
Every minute she spent down here was another minute she grew more and more curious.
Ivory marble was expensive and highly coveted in the current days, she could sell the altar for a good price and have a wooden altar used instead but something told her that she shouldn't sell this and Kim Dokja normally tended to trust her gut feeling.
Kim Dokja shook her head as she continued looking around; impressed when she found shattered golden offering plates along with ruined candles. Kim Dokja couldn't resist the joyful glee that ran through her body at the sight of rolled up parchment paper; it was a way for her to figure out what angel the previous clergy of this church had as their patron saint.
Kim Dokja devoured books like it was food thus she knew all the angels that the churches used as patrons for people to pray to along with their God himself but nothing of what she had seen in this church was anything familiar to what she had read about the usual angels. If she found out who the angel was, it would satisfy a small and personal itch that had been bothering her ever since she made her way to the small village.
Kim Dokja set the scrolls on the altar, making sure that the torch gave her a good enough light without her accidentally burning the scrolls; her eyes hungrily read on how the church had been constructed to become a site of pilgrimage for the blessed angel Great Plotter who had apparently been the patron saint of savage victory during wartime after he had died to make sure that his battalion survived a fierce battle. According to the records, his worship had diminished when the church tried their best to turn away from the more bloodthirsty patron saints during wartime to be able to promote more peaceful measures and thus make people pray to more benevolent and peaceful patron saints.
As if that worked. Kim Dokja thought sarcastically, recalling the reason why she was here.
Kim Dokja nodded before she placed them back where she found them, not wanting anything to happen to them and if her unofficial banishment was ever lifted, she could ask Metatron on the content of the scrolls.
She noticed a glimmering chest hidden underneath the marble altar, she knelt down and was surprised at the amount of priceless jewels glimmering as they adorned the heavy chest laded with gold and rubies, diamonds, sapphires, emeralds, topaz, amber, amethysts and garnets (this chest could feed this entire village and actually allow them to put more effort towards protecting them from the monsters…… Cardinal Agares would tell her to give the chest over to him so the church could save it and keep it aside, and magically, the cardinal would have a new powerful and expensive southern warhorse); Kim Dokja couldn’t resist the urge to open the chest, managing to hit the rusted lock enough without damaging the chest until it broke, allowing her to open the chest and be met with the sight of a glimmering veil, it was dark as the night but it glimmered minutely as though stars had been embedded into it.
Kim Dokja could feel the holy energy emanating from the veil as though it were a holy relic; she immediately shoved it back into the chest, putting the chest where she found it and muttering a soft forgive me. Holy relics were little in this world but they were divine and powerful, the Great Church kept all of the holy relics there to make sure that no one could bastardize the use of the relics.
If Kim Dokja were a good Junior Sister, she'd send a missive over to Metatron informing him of her findings, as she knew that the man would immediately drop everything and send a legion to retrieve the holy relic, and hoping that that would be enough to lift her unofficial banishment.
But…. Kim Dokja was tired of playing with masks with everyone back at the Grand Church. If she was meant to die here then she would at least die dignified.
Kim Dokja got up and turned around, torch in hand when she stopped at the sight of a crystal effigy; effigies tended to be made of wood or fabric (in some cases, they were made of amber) but she had never heard of someone taking the time and a large amount of crystal to carve an effigy into it. Kim Dokja got closer to it, reaching out a hand to gently touch the incredibly delicate and perfect work, she looked up to see the cloaked face of the Great Plotter, admiring the strong jawline and well carved slope of his neck (according to the sculptor, Great Plotter must've been a great beauty, for such features to be beautifully prominent), his arms were carved wide as though to symbolize him taking others into his embrace.
Kim Dokja admired the effigy for a while before murmuring a soft apology for intruding in its space. She turned around, grateful and proud of her findings as she made her way out of the basement but her heart dropped at the pitch black sight of the inside of the church, the starry windows finally being appreciated as they glimmered what little light the moon emanated inside there.
Her heart dropped more at the sound of monsters roaming outside the church; her scent that must've been left behind from her inspecting the outside of the church earlier in the day must've attracted them here where they knew there was a human ready for them to rip apart and eat.
Kim Dokja rued the day she decided that knowledge was a good thing.
"I was only gone for like 30 minutes." Kim Dokja hissed as she silently made her way out of the basement hole but immediately receded back into it when slamming on the roof and the walls of the church started ensuing, the howls and groans of the monsters as they tried to claw their way towards the delicious scent of human that laid inside.
Kim Dokja decided that the best thing would be to hold herself up in the basement until morning arrived; so she made her way back down the stairs. As it got later into the night, cold started taking over her shortly after she had barely munched on the expressively small ration of food given to her by the old lady (she'd been so preoccupied that she hadn't been able to eat anything during the day).
Her coat was upstairs, being used as a sack for the pieces of gold and silver she had managed to scavenge; if she went upstairs to retrieve it, the pieces of gold and silver would make noise thus the monsters would be alerted to her presence and they would definitely try their best to tear their way into the church to pretty much kill her.
The flame from the torch was dimming, the oil had remained upstairs as well which meant that she would soon be in the dark, freezing and cold. Her mind took her back to the cloak holy relic in the bejeweled and dusty chest; she just needed to make it till morning without freezing to death, then she'd put it back in.
She'd pray over 20 rosaries to beg for forgiveness if she had to.
Kim Dokja made her way to where the shattered golden offering plates laid innocently, rummaging until she found the least shattered one, swiped it as clean as she could with her inner skirt before placing a small offering of dried meat and a piece of bread on the plate, making her way to the crystal effigy of Great Plotter before kneeling onto her knees and settling the offering plate in between the effigy and her, looking up at what must've a been a great patron that many worshiped and must've been forced to stop following, such a place must've been a great place for people to come and find forgiveness or determination and now it was abandoned until it became nothing more than ruins.
Her heart filled with sorrow; the crystal effigy was obviously made with so much love and care, for a once beloved patron to fall, it must’ve been quite painful for the patron saint himself.
“I thank you, Lord Patron. For allowing me refuge in your holy realm, for allowing me to have warmth in this cold night under your embrace. I plead for forgiveness of the sin I committed.” Kim Dokja whispered, hands clasped as she prayed with closed eyes to the crystal effigy.
Kim Dokja soon found herself sleeping after she had prayed to the effigy of Great Plotter; the holy relic that had seemed so cold to her initial touch soon warmed her up as she slept in the basement of the dilapidated church.
(“Sweet girl, you will be perfect.” Kim Dokja wanted to yell out to the cloaked figure who stood from afar, she was unable to get a glimpse of him; it was more like he was a blurry figure from the distance. “Stay warm and follow my bidding and you shall be given the highest reward of them all. You must rest well, sweet girl.”)
Kim Dokja woke up the next day, grateful to her God and to the Great Plotter that she did not freeze to death the previous night, in fact the cloak was incredibly warm as though someone had attached a healing spell to it; she immediately folded the holy relic nicely after shaking it to get off whatever dirt might’ve gotten into it after praying for forgiveness to Great Plotter once more, placed it back into the bejeweled chest.
Kim Dokja high tailed her way out of the basement, feeling relieved to be greeted with the beautiful sight of the sun through the stained glass windows. Kim Dokja surveyed the inside of the church for any damage in case the monsters had tried to wreck the church in pursuit of her but thankfully they didn't have the brainpower for that.
“Sister Kim?!” “Miss Sister Kim!” “Hey, are you still alive?!” “Let’s hope she is!“ “What the fuck?!” Kim Dokja made her way out of the church, stopping at the front steps as she was greeted, down the steps to the entrance of the church in front of the dirt passageway, to the sight of Lee Jihye standing in the front of most of the villagers, sword unsheathed as she surveyed for any danger.
“Oh thank fuck you’re ali— I mean, didn’t I tell you to come back before sunset? You’re lucky the monsters didn’t get to you in here!” Lee Jihye scolded Kim Dokja as she got closer to her but Kim Dokja could tell that the young woman was relieved that she was able to scold a breathing Kim Dokja instead of a Kim Dokja that was gutted and ripped apart like a straw toy; the other villagers, including Gong Pildu, weren’t paying attention to the exchange between the two women instead they were looking to the distance, their gazes confused as they looked at whatever was in the distance.
“I’m grateful for your concern, Jihye.” Kim Dokja smiled kindly as she made her way down the steps to greet them and took the opportunity to look at what the villagers were all looking at and her blood froze cold.
Yesterday when she arrived to the church, a few meters to the side was only a large expanse of land that oversaw the lake that contained many schools of fish to eat but few dared to go and fish there since that's where most of the monsters tended to originate from and they didn’t know any spells or runes that could grant them protection or enough time to fish there before night fell and the monsters rose once more.
Today, as Kim Dokja had exited the church, her eyes were glued to a small chapel built on the cliff that oversaw the lake: a small stonetrail with monster repelling runes was built to connect to the pathway to the church from the village.
“WAH!” “IT'S SO PRETTY!” Some of the older children exclaimed at the sight of the chapel.
“Sister Kim, did you make that?” A villager murmured from behind the large crowd, all of them staring at the chapel in awe and fear.
“She’s barely fixed the church, you think she did this?” Another villager grumbled from his place behind the crowd.
Kim Dokja ignored them as she made her way towards the chapel, ignoring the muttering of the villagers as she walked towards the chapel, stopping when she recognized the pattern of the starry stained windows.
The dream of the man she had…. It wasn’t a dream, it was a holy vision, the Great Plotter blessed them with a miracle.
“This… this is a miracle.” Kim Dokja spoke firmly as she turned to look back at the villagers with wide eyes. “This is a miracle by the patron angel of the church, the Great Plotter, he created this miracle for us.”
The villagers all stared at Kim Dokja in awe, turning their gazes from the chapel to the church to her and repeated the action four times before grumbling between them. “Then.. should we offer something up to him?”
“Can I offer my cat? It's skinny but an offering is an offering, right?”
“I don’t think angels like cats.”
“Well, whaddya know you—”
“Bread or food will do along with prayers, come, we should all thank His Greatness for this.”
The villagers all nodded as they entered the chapel with her, as they initially prayed out of gratitude for the miracle of the chapel being presented to them before she rose to aid the women to prepare bread to burn as an offering for him; the men had even dared to head down to the lake and fish for some more offerings for Great Plotter (the knowledge of the existence of an angel that would bless them had motivated them to head down there when no man had dared to get closer to the lake in decades, or so she was told by the elderly women); Kim Dokja found herself in a relative ease as she aided in cooking for the people and for the offerings they would burn on the fireproof offering plates that that also appeared in the chapel.
“Is there any kind of organization regarding the seasons in which the monsters come every night?” Kim Dokja asked Gong Pildu once he returned from fishing with the rest of the men and Lee Jihye (who boasted proudly to Sister Kim that she had been able to catch around fifteen fish all by herself!). “And what kind of monsters appear?”
“No, we just put the runes and hope for the best; sometimes they’re inmyeonjos or they’re giwsins, we don't stay long enough to figure out what they are. Sometimes when they’ve been too aggressive that the runes’ barrier gets all cracked up, we let one of Old Man Kang’s goats tied up to a tree outside of the barrier, which tends to calm them down. Although then we have to try to calm down Old Man Kang.” Gong Pildu replied as he showed Kim Dokja how to gut the fish appropriately, having offhandedly mentioned to her that before the lake became a hunting and breeding ground for the monsters at night, he and his family used to fish there. “Why do you ask, Sister Kim?”
“Back when I lived at the Grand Church, I was often sent to the Citadel as punishment for overreaching during certain activities; I recall reading a book on strategies by different armadas on how they dealt with monsters during campaigns along with the appropriate weapons to deal with each species. I found some valuable things in the old church which would allow us to buy more runes along with some weapons so we could organize ourselves better at nights when the monsters come and that way you wouldn’t have to appease Old Man Kang.” Kim Dokja answered with a smile as she handed the gutted fish over to the old ladies who helped to cook it; Gong Pildu hummed before agreeing that he would send Lee Jihye and her odd boisterous friend, Kim Namwoon, over to the nearest city to sell the valuable trinkets Kim Dokja had found the previous day.
(They swore to Sister KIm inside of the chapel, away from the kitchen in front of one of the stained glass windows, that they would sell everything she gave them and would only buy what she told them to buy and would not steal a cent! As if Kim Dokja didn’t know that they seemed like pretty decent kids who seemed pretty much in awe of the person who managed to somehow get the angel to send them this miracle, even though Kim Dokja had nothing to do there, all she did was pray as she had been taught to.)
The entire day was spent cooking and explaining strategies on how to ward off the monsters to the men; explaining to them that the monsters most likely flocked over to their village because they didn’t see anything as a threat but the moment that one of them were able to slay a monster, the monsters would respect them and stop appearing in hoards; after the men (and some of the young women, after Lee Jihye was offended that the men should be the only ones to go) all agreed to listen to Sister Kim’s directions regarding the way to protect the village from the monsters, so they could stop hiding behind the rune barrier.
“They see the village as weak which is why they come here to try to eat you. But if you show that you aren’t weak and that you have decided to stop letting them come and go as they please., then they will fear you in return.” Kim Dokja explained calmly after they ate, the few children of the village were playing outside of the chapel while all the adults sat in the chapel, where they were cleaning after their shared meal.
Soon Kim Dokja directed the prayer and how the offerings (freshly baked bread by the hands of the older women of the village along with the bones of the fish they had gutted) had been burnt on an open flame, Kim Dokja directing the prayer as she made sure to stoke the fire so the bones and bread could be burnt completely.
That night, after organizing the first watch of the night; the men and women all brave with the pitchforks and sticks that Kim Dokja had carved protection and offense runes onto (thankfully the librarians in the Citadel were cruel masters and they made her repeat the runes until both of her hands cramped from writing so much) them and were ready to protect the village; Kim Dokja arrived at the chapel to give a prayer of her own, thanking Great Plotter for continuing to be the patron to this small desolate village, before she went to sleep in the small room in the chapel.
From that night on, Kim Dokja received a vision almost every two to three days; his voice always deep and laced with pride and affection; with each vision, she could see Great Plotter more clearly and once she was able to see him more clearly, she could see him getting closer and closer.
She wondered what would happen once he was close enough to touch her.
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"—.... oh— ahahahah— mylord—!" Kim Dokja shot awake in her bed, a delicious and light feeling came over her body, soft whimpers slipping from her lips as she gripped the bedsheets.
She tried her best to recollect everything Great Plotter had told her in this evening's vision when she stilled at the feeling of something wet drenching her undergarments.
Kim Dokja laid in her bed in the chapel ashamed of herself, feeling her face flush with embarrassment, she could feel wetness in her undergarments as it cooled…. It felt the way she often read descriptions of erotica when the once pure heroine of the novel finally decided to be bold and dared to-to-to— touch herself.
She shot up from her bed and made her way out of her small room, instead making her way to the small altar at the front of the church, hastily lighting up a few candles before she got on her knees and started begging Great Plotter for forgiveness; that instead of heeding his call and obeying his orders of her most recent vision, she had become as lewd as a pleasure girl, being aroused by his attentions instead of dutiful and obedient.
She prayed and prayed and prayed, wrenching her eyes shut as she refused to let tears spill down from them, she prayed until she prayed her voice hoarse.
Kim Dokja wasn't sure how many times she had prayed but when she got up, the candle had less than a quarter left to burn. Her knees ached but she refused to go back to sleep, in fear of receiving another vision of Great Plotter being displeased by her sinful and lewd actions and instead decided to go take a bath, hoping that the cold water would might be able to wash away the sinful act from her body for a couple of days since sin was like moss and rot; it grew and grew, it never abated, instead it could only kept at bay.
Before she left the main hall of the chapel, she took a final look at the crystal effigy before whispering:
"My Lord, please do not throw me away over such a thing."
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Kim Dokja hummed as she finalized the evening's cleaning of the main hall to the chapel once everyone had left after evening prayer and supper; Kim Dokja had taken it upon herself to teach the village women some recipes from the capital city as they were starting to get bored with the usual foods they were serving.
The men and women on night shift that day made sure to request a blessing (some even requested a chance to confess in case anything happened despite the fact that ever since Lee Jihye had managed to slay one of the monsters and left the head as a warning sign near some of the monsters’ lairs for a couple of days, no monsters had dared to step near their small village) from Kim Dokja's blessed hands under The Great Plotter’s watchful gaze.
Kim Dokja stilled at the scent of smoke, tutting to herself that she was an idiot and had most likely left the stove on; when she made her way towards the kitchen and opened the door, she was greeted with the sight of a blazing fire that had already consumed over half of the kitchen area, she shut the door close and dashed her way to the main entrance (since the back entrance was blocked and most likely charred by the flames already).
Kim Dokja tried her best to open the doors to the chapel but they wouldn’t budge, she could sense the rising heat and the smoke from the fire was clogging up the entire chapel; she moved to the stained glass windows and prayed for forgiveness before she started trying to break them open but the glass wouldn’t crack, it was as though when Great Plotter made the miracle, he made sure to bless the chapel with reinforced glass; most likely to prevent any monsters from intruding but now it was stopping her from exiting to safety.
Kim Dokja stopped at the sight of someone just staring at the fire from under a tree; she recognized him, it was one of Bishop Asmodeus’ cronies who she didnt remember his name because she always thought he was stupid and kissed the Bishop’s ass whenever he got the chance he could.
“You fucking cunt—” Kim Dokja started swearing as she started banging on the window incensed and filled with anger, the man smiling when he noticed that she had seen him and made a message with his hands that had her blood freezing in her veins.
“You should’ve stayed with your head down and settled with your fate. Now this is your fate.”
Kim Dokja stopped, watching as how the man snickered before he walked away with a skin in his step; the room was getting hotter and hotter, the flames that had been started in the kitchens had already spread from the kitchens towards where the altar was; she’d either die from the flames burning her, the smoke clogging up her lungs until she couldn't breathe any longer or the ceiling would collapse down on her.
Or maybe all three at once.
Kim Dokja felt her resolve crack; what was the point of living if even if she did ONE good thing for people as the Holy Scripture dictated when she was going to be killed by it? Kim Dokja held back the urge to cry, she had come into this world sniffling and crying, she refused to go out the same way. She made her way towards the altar, so close to the flames as she extended a delicate and callused hand to tease the licking raging flames, she could step into them and knew that she’d be in excruciating pain but she’d be dead afterwards; finally able to rest in peace, away from the corrupt and cruel world that had only tried to beat her deeper into the ground until she broke.
Her foot hit something and she looked down to see the box holding the holy relic, she knelt down, face flushing from the intense heat coming from the flames. She pulled it out, wanting to feel as warm (as if another person embraced her, loved her wholeheartedly) as she had been the first and only time she wrapped it around herself. She muttered a plea for forgiveness to Great Plotter for using it a second time; she covered her head with it as she curled up in a ball (the way she used to as a child and could hear her father hurting her mother) and leaning against the altar, hoping that it wouldn’t hurt so much when the flames consumed her wholly.
She apologized to the screaming villagers as she could hear them yelling at each other to get water, to fuck the monsters because they hadn’t seen one in days and they needed to stop the fire, yelling to know if she’s in there!
She hoped that they could continue to maintain a good level of organization without her and that the monsters would recede and not attack the village in large waves.
(She lamented that she was unable to continue her investigation into the Great Plotter; she had found out that underneath the dilapidated church, laid an intrinsic web of interconnected hallways filled with books and locked chests along with what seemed to be an ancient burial place for the Saints that had served him loyalty and devotedly.
They had all been men which wasn't anything new to her considering that The Great Plotter was the patron saint of War and Victory, a woman would never be allowed to serve him.
Until now apparently.)
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Lee Jihye could only glare at the man who held them off with a sword and a good proficient use of barrier magic; he was obviously the culprit for the chapel being lit on fire with the way he was smiling almost triumphantly as he looked at Jihye’s fellow villagers with beady leering eyes as they tried to stop the flames by throwing water onto it; some of them had started yelling for Sister Kim to answer them while some of the others were try to get a hit into the man despite the barrier protecting him.
He had come all the way to their miserable village, for what?
To kill the only person in the entire realm that actually gave a shit about them.
It wasn’t fair, Jihye felt her blood boil with rage and by the maddened look in Kim Namwoon’s eyes, he felt the exact same thing.
“I don’t know why you’re all mad at me?” The man croaked with mirth in his tone as he defended himself from Kim Namwoon’s strike and kicked him in the gut, shoving him away. “You should be grateful to me! She was leading you into heresy!”
“Shut up you fucker.” Lee Jihye gritted out as she threw himself at the man.
The specific God and Saints the Church followed never did anything for the town, not when the monsters ate her parents, not when it was too late for Bori and the barriers locked her outside, unable to let her in before she was eaten by a monster too.
Even though they had pleaded and written letters to them for almost a century now, they never gave a shit about them.
But Sister Kim did do something; she alerted Saint Plotter of the existence of their miserable, little and sad town after he had been forced to abandon it; she gave them hope to survive against the monsters by teaching them everything she knew on how to beat them and they did survive against them; Saint Plotter blessed them with the chapel where they all made food and prayed together, where Sister Kim taught everyone how to read and write and do their sums so the traveling merchants couldn’t swindle them anymore by selling them something that was cheaper in theory; Sister Kim taught them how to sew new fashion styles for their clothing so they’d feel more comfortable whenever one of them made their way to one of the bigger towns to sell their produce and the unrefined materials they’d been able to take from the monsters.
Sister Kim cared more for them than anything.
And this cunt thought that he had the right to demand they thank him because she was a heretic.
Lee Jihye was going to gut him first and then she’d sew him back up and let everyone gut him open before he died, and once he died she’d burn him under the flames of the pyre in Sister Kim’s honor and let Saint Plotter know that his beloved follower would be avenged.
At the moment she was going to take advantage of his weakness, a giant wolf-beast emerged from the forest by her left side but instead of eating her, it immediately threw itself at the intruding cunt; eating his entire head off before skirting off into the forest with the rest of his body as though it were a chew toy.
Lee Jihye could only exhale in relaxation, turning to give the equally stunned Kim Namwoon a shrug before her heart dropped even more at the sound of wood crumbling as the chapel finally fell due to the flames.
Sister Kim wouldn’t be alive but they could honor her, they could bury her in a nice place with a lot of flowers. She liked the view of the lake especially since the moonlight reflected on it quite nicely.
They proceeded to throw sand and water in the attempts to extinguish the flames so they’d be able to recover her body; some of the people had already started to sniffle (even Gong Pildu!) as they began to weep for the young Sister Kim who had been so good to them all, only to be murdered in such a horrible fashion.
They were all startled when something moved, they could hear wood being moved even though no one was touching it because it was so hot to the touch. They all stared in the direction of the sound, jaws dropping as an uninjured coughing Sister Kim emerged from the fallen wood, covered with a starry dark veil, waving the debris and smoke away from her nose.
“What happened?” She asked, confused.
“IT’S A MIRACLE!!!”
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Kim Dokja shyly laid upon the altar as she hiked her skirts up to her waist and revealing the sight of her stocking clad long legs along with her lace undergarments, shyly spreading her legs in front of the crystal effigy in the image of Great Plotter, gingerly placing the golden offering plate in between her thighs just beneath her cunt, the jade phallus that had appeared in her bedroom laid innocently next to her quivering thighs.
Great Plotter had told her that blessing her with a miracle to save her from the flames had affected him much and he would need an essence that belonged to his dear and only Saintess; she had to lightly fill an offering plate with the essence of her pleasure and she had to make sure to do it in front of the best representation she had of him.
Kim Dokja was about to just start pushing her fingers inside of herself but stilled at the reminder that she had never dared to do such a thing before and that she didn't even know what to do, everytime she had snuck a book that had even a hint of eroticism, her hands were hit with the ruler until they were numb and she couldn’t move them without whimpering from the pain and she was sent over to the Citadel for further punishment in reading every single religious treatise written in recent years.
Kim Dokja breathed out, her discomfort didn't matter; this was a command from her angel, her savior, her lord and master, Great Plotter, how could she not obey?
Her fingers trembled minutely before shoving her undergarments to the side, exposing her cunt to the chilly evening air before she started trailing her fingers lightly over her cunt, sighing at her own delicate touch before she tried spreading herself.
Her mind taking her back to the various times she had awoken from her visions, cunt acting and desperate for something to fill it up; at the reminder of how she felt during those instances, she did the movements naturally.
She started toying with the button she had always been told that was only on her body to make it easier for her to sin, thighs immediately closing shut at the spark that ran under her skin at the touch.
“—sorrysorrysorry—” Kim Dokja mumbled in apology to Great Plotter as she spread her legs once more despite how overwhelming the pleasure was to someone who had never touched herself before.
Soon enough, she was wet enough to shove a finger inside and moaned loudly at how good it felt.
"—ohfuck—" She muttered, thumb pressing down on her button while her finger rocked back and forth in her wet cunt, making a squelching sound that echoed in the entire chapel along with her whimpers and mewls.
Soon enough, more and more fingers were accompanying the first finger while she spread then and pressed them against a certain spot that had her moaning louder than before, Kim Dokja fervently fucked that spot to the point where it must've been abused until her entire body stilled as something spurted from her cunt, spilling into the offering plate.
She moaned as she pulled her fingers out, lightly slapping the phallus against her sinful cunt (it seemed as though being a whore came naturally to her) as she used the slick from her cunt to coat the jade phallus with before shoving it inside of her.
It was as though she was delirious as she fucked herself with the phallus, legs spread wide allowing the sight of her swollen pink cunt as it was fucked wide in front of the crystal effigy of Great Plotter; every moment Kim Dokja reminded herself that she was being seen by the Great Plotter, her cunt tightened with almost a vice, making it harder for her to fuck herself but she still tried her best.
Kim Dokja didn't know how many times she fucked herself until the offering plate was completely full with the essence of her pleasure but she does know that her cunt felt so sore and yet it still yearned for more.
(She was so happy when Great Plotter visited her dreams and told her she had done so well. She was even happier the next morning when she woke up and the offering plate was clean as though nothing was ever in it.
She had done so well that she'd serve him like this for many more days to come.
Kim Dokja enjoyed being good for her Lord and Savior.)
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(“My Sweet Saintess, if you do this then more blessings will come to those in need as well as to those who pray fervently to me and request your blessings every morn and every eve. Those who dared to harm you will also be stricken by grief and harm will surely come to them.” Those were the words from this morning’s vision that echoed in Kim Dokja’s head as she made her way deep into the forest, following a once abandoned and unused path, thankfully her organization of the villagers had managed to make the forest and nearby lake inhospitable to the monsters as they feared the brave villagers.
Still she made her way in deep with a sword along with a few materials.
The instructions from Great Plotter were odd (as most of his orders tended to be) but Kim Dokja was nothing but a dutiful little Saintess and would do as ordered.
Once she considered that she was deep enough in the forest and far from Amy innocent prying eyes, she strayed from the path and entered a small clearing, picking up logs and branches as she started to make a bonfire.
Once she was done, she lit it up, impressed by how fast fire truly spread.
And once it burned brightly and beautifully, Kim Dokja stared at it mesmerized by the flames, and instead of reciting the words she had found under one of the graves of the previous Saints that had served Great Plotter; Kim Dokja dazedly undressed, removing her uniform dress piece by piece until she was in nothing, bare as the day she had been born.
Soon enough she was twirling around the flames (her mind slowly registered how they dwindled from a bright red into a blazing white, the color of the stars) of the bonfire, giggling as they felt like a gentle kiss on her skin before mumbling what she had to recite; she danced for what felt like hours around the bonfire but she didn't ache.
Instead she felt rejuvenated and elated.
Kim Dokja didn't bother putting her clothes, she picked them up and walked naked back to the chapel.
After all, no one else was awake, and this sight was solely for her Lord.)
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(Kim Dokja couldn't hold back the smile that came across her face when she received a missive from an old friend back at the Grand Church that plague had struck and had taken most of the men responsible for her being sent there.
She prayed a sweet and short thanks to Great Plotter for such a wonderful thing to have happened.)
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Kim Dokja leaned over the altar, exposing her uncovered ass and cunt to the crystal effigy as she fucked the jade phallus inside of her, moaning and whimpering into the cold ivory marble altar, she could feel a trickle of drool slip from the corner of her lips as she felt the phallus touch the spot the Sisters and Bishops that had raised her had always said was a sinful place for women, that pleasure wasn't a thing that women should attain, that their bodies were either made for bearing children or serving the Lord.
But she served her angel with such an act and he seemed to enjoy the offerings filled with the essence she'd obtained through pleasure.
In her visions, he would either praise her for looking perfect during the peak of her pleasure or he would scold her (she was always on her knees, his hands clamping down tightly on her shoulders so she wouldn't dare to turn around and defy him; sometimes one of his large hands would wrap itself around her throat, sharp nails trailing delicately on her skin, hands sometimes tightening or just staying there like a shackle of utter possession as though her dear Saint needed his devoted Saintess to tell him with all her love, body and blood that she was all his) for not looking pleased enough; chiding her that as his beloved and highly honored Saintess, her duty when offering him her essence was to experience the most pleasure as possible for it made her essence much more valuable to him.
"My lord— mylordmylordmylordmylord— moremoremoremoremore—" Kim Dokja mumbled almost crazily as her grip on the phallus tightened as she fucked it with more viciousness and speed than she had previously, her legs weak and trembling from pleasuring herself, standing on the tip of her toes to present a lovely arching back as she sobbed, finally reaching her peak around the phallus, slumping onto the altar, legs trembling but still trying her best to keep them wide for her spend to drip down onto the large offering plate beneath her.
She breathed harshly as she pulled out the phallus as gently as possible, whimpering at the lack of something filling her up but she still dutifully made sure all of her spend dripped onto the offering table. Once she was sure it had all dripped down onto the offering table, she lowered the fabric of her uniform; she had forgone the use of her undergarments ever since she received the vision to begin doing this.
"My Lord, I wonder if you would like the milk from my breast?.... if I had any milk of course." Kim Dokja mumbled in a pleasure filled delirium as she finally finished fixing herself up and placed the offering table on the altar, the translucent look of her spend glistened under the starry reflection of the stained glass windows.
(The next day Kim Dokja awoke with a burning ache in her cunt and with breasts filled with milk for a nonexistent infant.
It seemed as though her God didn't mind tasting her milk.
It soon became part of her daily routine to milk herself every morning and every evening for the Great Plotter to consume her essence.
Sometimes when a babe cried before or after service, she could feel the beads of milk start to accumulate before proceeding to wet the upper part of her uniform dress.
She had to admit that she had been able to make more spend for her offerings ever since she also started playing with her slightly bigger and milk swollen breasts.
She moaned and sobbed louder as she fucked herself with the phallus; sometimes bouncing on top of it like a mad woman or using her hand to piston it as deep as she could inside of her cunt; molded and perfectly catered to the desires of The Great Plotter.
Every night at the end of every single vision, he always muttered that she would finally see him soon.
Kim Dokja prayed in her heart that even if her eyes burned off and she ended up blinded, it would still be a privilege and a gift to be able to meet such a divine figure.)
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A visitor had arrived to the village; a well dressed nobleman by the name of Yoo Joonghyuk, according to Lee Jihye who arrived excitedly to ramble to Kim Dokja as she helped her prepare for the children’s lessons (Kim Dokja had to admit that the man had quite the impressive name), had arrived to examine the nearby mines, if he was satisfied by the mines then he'd offer the villagers a chance to get better jobs and more income.
The men had arrived to tell their Saintess about this new visitor and his intentions, wanting her opinion before any of them (including Gong Pildu) accepted the man's offer.
Kim Dokja had informed them that it'd be best since it was not only for their benefit but for the benefit of their families.
She had not met the man and doubted she would meet him; after all, men who cared about income didn't tend to be men who cared about religious affairs.
Kim Dokja pouted as she continued to do her best to continue cleaning up the desolate and ruined church after she was done cleaning up after the evening service; it had been almost a fortnight since the last time she had received a vision from her beloved Patron Saint, before she received orders and visions almost twice a day but now she barely heard anything from him; as she cleaned she felt her breasts ache with the accumulated milk and she unbuttoned the top of her dress allowing for less pressure to make her feel uncomfortable, she sighed in relief before she continued cleaning with her breasts out.
The desolate church was only lit up by a few candles since she didn’t want to take too long in lighting all of them up, Kim Dokja sighed as she put the old cracked offering plate away, tucking it underneath the altar when she stilled at the sound of the large entrance doors opened with a soft creak before they closed shut.
“I ask for forgiveness but service is over and you cannot enter this area.” Kim Dokja spoke gently and kindly from her place by the altar, cleaning up so she’d be able to perform her duties to her Lord despite him ignoring her (and he still kept the plate filled with her slick even though he was ignoring her! No, she wasn’t acting like a jealous wife!). “But if you desire, you can come over early tomorrow at the chapel and I shall gladly attend to you.”
“I believe that I’m here at the right time.” Kim Dokja turned around to look at whoever was so impetuous and disrespectful and stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of such a beautiful man, so handsome she was certain all the Gods in the known world had come together to sculpt his face by their own divine hands as proof that they could get along; he was tall, almost as tall as the crystal effigy, as well he had large shoulders that could protect whoever stood behind him well, his hair was black with thick curls that seemed soft from where she stood, his skin was slightly pale although she could see the glistening of scarring on him, his eyes were adorned by thick eyebrows as he looked at her with an obsidian colored eye (it was as dark as the obsidian coffins she had discovered the previous Saints who served Great Plotter laid in eternal rest) that had sadly been struck through (thankfully without damaging the eye) along with a glimmering golden eye.
His voice seemed familiar to Kim Dokja but she just couldn’t point it out, she stood still as the man— no, Yoo Joonghyuk made his way up to where she stood near the altar; Kim Dokja’s face blushed red as she realized she had greeted the man with her breasts out before speaking, doing her best to cover them up and not seem so embarrassed. “Lord Yoo, is there something I can do for you? Foreigners don’t tend to be interested in our small village’s customs.”
Yoo Joonghyuk chuckled before he spoke once more and then she realized who she was talking to, his tone had gotten deeper and heavier but she knew the voice, she had dreamed with it for more than six months now, the voice that had given her new life and a purpose. “My Sweet Saintess, haven’t you missed me?”
Kim Dokja almost fell to her knees but was stopped by Yoo Joon— Great Plotter’s hands, his strength far more than she had ever imagined; he wore a look of fondness as he helped her stand up straight and settled her hips against the ivory altar, his baritone voice laced with mirth as he cupped her cheek. “Now now, my Sweet Saintess, while I’d enjoy you showing me reverence in such a way, not now. I want to see this face, the face to which I am able to be here in this godforsaken realm.”
“My Lord, forgive me—” Kim Dokja spoke but was stopped by Great Plotter humming as he cradled her face in his larger scarred hands/
“Why should I forgive you? You’ve done nothing wrong.” Great Plotter whispered as he gently pushed her body onto the altar until she was completely laying down on it, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Sweet girl, you’ll have the great honor and privilege of serving me fully.”
Kim Dokja felt dazed by the glimmer in Plotter’s golden eye as he leaned down to press a kiss on her lips, taking her inexperienced mouth for himself as his scarred hands fondled her body; Kim Dokja could only mewl sweetly with every touch of his, she was his, her body was his, anything he wanted from her would be his.
“Look at you. So perfect already.” Great Plotter praised as he praised another kiss on her lips before leaning back and taking in the look of her usual ivory tinted skin slowly turning a rosy pink by her arousal; he hummed at the sight of milk trickling down her pert breasts before leaning down to take a nipple in between his lips and start suckling, ignoring her whimpers and protests on how it wasn’t perfect for him; she felt something part her legs wide open but it hadn’t been his hands since one hand was pressing her tightly against him so he could devour her breast while the other was holding her lithe wrists.
Kim Dokja felt something wrap around her thighs, similar to a rope as they continued spread her legs wide and open for him to settle in between her legs and for him to feast on the sight; soon the hand that had been holding her wrists was gone but something wrapped itself around her wrists and making sure that she was in the perfect position.
“So perfect. My Sweet Saintess, did you know that the best way to bind a God to the mortal realm is through making sure that a mortal’s essence is binding enough. And I know that you’ll do amazing.”
Kim Dokja realized what was wrapping around her when a wiggling tentacle stroked her face gently as it traced her face, she could feel the others slipping down her skirt and making their way down her thighs to reach her leaking cunt, although they started poking at her or slapping themselves against her in displeasure when they noticed that her cunt was being stretched out by the jade phallus, before one of them pulled it out harshly and threw it away.
Soon enough two tentacles shoved themselves inside of her while another two played with her clit, Plotter hummed in satisfaction at listening to her mewling and whimpering thanks to the tentacles playing with her. “I knew you’d feel so good, look at you. So tight even after every time you fucked yourself in front of me like a slut. But you’re a devoted slut aren’t you?”
“—yesyesyesyesyesyes—yoursyoursyoursyours—” Kim Dokja babbled deliriously with every delicious thrust to her sweet spot, with every teasing stroke to her clit, with every nip he gave her nipples dripping with sweet milk.
“I know, darling. All mine, mine to fuck, mine to care for, mine to protect, mine to breed.” Great Plotter crooned with delight as he watched his little darling sweet Saintess go delirious with pleasure.
A tentacle soon shoved itself inside of her mouth, its musky taste filled her mouth and Kim Dokja couldn’t hold back from cumming at the tentacle fucking her throat as though it had been sheathed in her cunt; the tentacle still fucked her mouth lazily as though it was trying to probe how much more deeper it could go inside of her throat, Kim Dokja could only barely try to wrap her tongue around it, swallowing around it when it thrusted deeper down, she could feel drool slipping through the corners of her lips, she could feel her mind numbing itself from his touch, she could only look at her lord, her master with accepting eyes.
Her cunt tightened up when Plotter praised her with sweet words, the way she always loved to be praised by his deep voice.
Such a lovely mind and heart; how could he not covet it for himself?
Great Plotter was a God who had won his place through conquest and war, only gifted treasures in gold and jewels, his worshippers (before the fucking cunts from the Grand Church had suppressed them all and made sure to destroy his places of worship until she found this one and brought him back) had all been warhungry men, who thirsted for more power.
None had ever prayed for another aside from themselves or their country until Kim Dokja prayed for him to forgive her because she had dared to use his holy relic (the one only used by his most devoted and fervent follower, his Saint, the faithful head of his followers) to keep herself warm.
She asked for forgiveness for such a measly thing? For a basic mortal emotion?
So weak and yet so alluring.
From that moment he knew that Kim Dokja needed to be under his protection, kept safely under his wing as he made sure to return to the realm, stronger and less prone to being annihilated and exiled by fanatic followers of another weaker God.
Everytime he watched Kim Dokja lead the prayer to him, watched her make sure that the offerings given his way were the best (sure, bones and bread were good offerings but nothing could surpass the power that mortal essence had, especially if it came directly from a virgin’s cunt), watched her tend to the children and elderly, watched her use her incredibly astute mind for the betterment of others (what a shame for mortals that they dared to disrespect her only because she lacked a cock, but what a boon he had earned for himself in such disrespect to her person).
Kim Dokja was being wasted as a Saintess, she would be best worshiped as a Goddess in her own right.
Oh, he’d make her ascend high and tall so she could sit on his throne with him.
Plotter would make sure that the world was reconstructed in her image.
He had always delighted in listening to her sweet mewls as she came, Plotter always felt his slowly reconstructing fingers twitch at the sound of her moans, the way her thighs fought to remain spread for him.
Now to feel her cunt spasming in sweet climax around his tentacles was tantamount to alluring.
His tentacles delighted in pressing against the entrance to her womb, knowing that he soon place his offspring in her womb; she would bring the most wonderful Gods into existence.
After making her cum over and over again, his tentacles filling her up with cum, he finally pulled them out and flipped her over in a perfect breeding position, her toes weren’t able to touch the floor as he had his tentacles spread her wide (before they decided to shove themselves inside of her ass, making her release a high pitched shriek as many of his tentacles that didn’t have the pleasure to find release in her mouth and cunt decided that they all wanted her ass while Plotter could play with her cunt) so he could delight in the sight of her twitching swollen red cunt, dripping with his cum, before he shoved his larger cock inside of her cunt, feeling it clamp down immediately around him.
“—mylordmylordmylord— sogoodsogood—” Kim Dokja rambled as she shrieked with every rough thrust to her cunt, his hands squeezing her palm sized breasts until he got tired and pulled off the wimple that covered her long black hair and immediately grabbed it, using it to make her arch her back so prettily for him.
The destroyed church was filled with the sounds of her moans and his cock and tentacles as they fucked her stupid and boneless, her legs trembling as seed and slick trickled down her thighs to drip onto the floor.
Plotter could feel his own climax soon coming over him and he knew that it would be enough to bind him to this world, enough to allow him to have his revenge on this silly world and crown her as his Consort and Goddess in her own right.
“You’ll be a perfect mother. Do you want my children, my Sweet Saintess?” Plotter groaned into her ear as he crowded her small body, Kim Dokja’s eyes were unfocused as she drooled and moaned into the ivory marble altar.
“—yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes—” Was the only thing he could make out of the fucked out whimpers she made.
“Good, good.” Plotter praised with his eyes closed as he came inside of her, biting down on her neck and drawing blood, he could feel the shackles of banishment finally dissolve from his person and his full power finally unleashed itself onto the unsuspecting world.
When he opened his eyes, Plotter was greeted to the magnificent sight of his church, restored to its original glory and beauty before the Grand Church and their weak God had managed to banish him and murder his followers.
Plotter leaned down to press a kiss on Kim Dokja’s whimpering mouth. “My beloved Saintess, I’ll give you everything.”
His Sweet Saintess had given him new life, new loyal followers and his powers fully restored.
Plotter would give her everything she ever wanted, the heads of those who saw her as worthless would be centerpieces at her dinner tables as she prayed for a good meal.
His Sweet Saintess deserved the best for her fervent loyalty.