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“…. May the Thousand be with you, my children. Go with the gods. “
The chapel’s bell tolled once, signaling the end of the service. Father James smiled out over the congregation as they rose and began to file out of the hall. Noticing a winged girl approaching the podium, his smile increased and he stepped around to greet the Angel.
“That was a beautiful service, Father.” The girl, who looked around 14, bowed as she approached the young minister of the church. The minister smiled anxiously.
“Thank you, Cynthia. It wasn’t too long? I had more to say, but I felt I was losing my audience and decided to wrap up…” James said sheepishly. Cynthia smiled. James marveled at the way her movements seemed to capture and reflect the light streaming through the stained glass windows.
“Of course not, Father. I know the congregation was as enraptured as I was by your insights. You always know the best way to provoke thought through your teachings. I firmly believe that the efforts of men such as you are the key to true peace in this world.” Cynthia was blushing slightly by the end of this declaration, as was Father James.
“Ah, well, I don’t know about that….” He stammered, causing Cynthia to giggle softly.
“Father, you are one of the best orators I’ve ever had the pleasure to listen too. You shouldn’t sell yourself short.” She admonished him gently, which only caused him to blush harder.
“….Well, enough about me, Cynthia. Did you have something you wished to talk to me about?” The Angel suddenly turned even redder than he had been a moment before and turned away.
“Well, Father…. It won’t be long until my fifteenth birthday … and I’ll need a tamer…..” James became as red as the Angel. He had had his first sexual encounter 7 years ago when he was only 14, so he was no stranger to this particular piece of Pokegirl biology, but the way the Angel presented the matter made him feel as if it was his first time all over again.
James thought for a moment. “Have you talked to Sherry?” he asked, referring to his Shrine Maiden.
“I talked to her a few days ago and she was thrilled at the idea.” James nodded absently. He could imagine the response from his horny Shrine Maiden when confronted with the idea of adding the beautiful Angel to his harem. As a minister, he hadn’t needed more than one Pokegirl, so Sherry hadn’t been with a woman for some time. Adding a full-time lover to the family would be met with welcome.
“Well, I would be honored to become the tamer of such a lovely member of my church.” James pronounced suddenly. He bowed to the Angel, taking her hand in his and giving it a kiss. She flamed red at this treatment, causing James to wonder again at how her natural grace turned her embarrassment into purest beauty. She bowed back as he released her, then suddenly gave him a hug and kissed him on the cheek. She drew back, gave him a shy smile, then retreated down the aisle of the now-empty church.
James watched her go with a smile. He couldn’t help but notice her shapely ass as she hurried away, grinning as what she had proposed sunk in. He spent a moment lost in thought, then shook his head quickly and walked off towards his rooms at the back of the small chapel. He oofed when Sherry hugged him from behind.
“So, I take it she told you?” Sherry smiled predatorily, pleased at how this was turning out. James looked back and grinned.
“I guess this explains your enthusiasm these past few days.” Sherry nodded unconsciously.
“It wasn’t all selfishness. She should be helpful around the parish, and it lends credence to your sermons to have a Celestial around. Good job out there today, by the way.” James pulled her around to the front.
“Thank you for setting this up. I knew she was going to be eligible soon and I was wondering who she was going to pick. None of the members of our congregation are the right age for a Pokegirl. I was afraid she was going to be claimed by a wandering Tamer of something.” Sherry shrugged.
“I didn’t have much to do with it. She came to me. Apparently she had decided a while ago, and had just been working up the courage to talk to us. She is still a child, more or less. This is a big step for her, especially for an Angel. She was blushing constantly as she talked to you.” Sherry snuggled in closer. “But I think this will be a good thing, both for her and for us. I’ll set up a time for you to officially bring her into the family.” James nodded. He knew his Shrine Maiden was much better at administration than he was. He trusted her to get all the details sorted out.
“But later.” He said aloud, squishing himself against her and leaning in for a kiss. She smiled and stretched up to meet him.
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Cynthia knelt, her golden hair falling across her nude body as she kept her vigil. Sherry had instructed her to wait in the church and meditate as she waited for the clock to strike midnight. After its strike, she would officially be 15, and be eligible for capture by her chosen Tamer. She tried to clear her mind and pray, but she kept thinking of James and what was to come. Each time she did, a blush would spread down her bosom, followed by a shake of her head and a pattern of slow breathing as she calmed herself. Then the cycle would repeat as she cleared her mind of thoughts and an errant image of James in his trim suit would flash across her mind.
Sherry smiled, peeking through the double doors leading to the lobby of the small church. “She’s so cute.” She remarked to James, standing next to her in the lobby. He was shirtless, but had kept his pants as Sherry had suggested and was visibly trying to conceal a bulge in the crotch as he waited. Sherry grinned salaciously, then checked her watch and counted down the few remaining seconds until midnight. “Three… two… one… Showtime. Go get her, tiger.” She threw open the double doors stood aside as James walked forward slowly. Cynthia looked up at the sound, then squeaked as she saw James standing half naked in the light of the full moon. He looked at her, then, after what seemed like an eternity to the shy Angel, slowly stalked towards her. He walked the steps to the raised stage that she had been keeping her vigil on, his eyes never leaving her face. She faced him, caught like a long-extinct deer in headlights, unable to move as he ponderously came to a halt in front of her. She stared up at him, then woofed with surprise as he moved like lightning in for a kiss. She returned it, then hesitantly put her arms around him and moved deeper into the kiss. She felt like she was in heaven, hardly noticing as James fumbled with his pants.
Pain. Sudden, searing pain. Cynthia gasped, looking down in surprise at the knife that had suddenly buried itself in her chest. She followed the arm that held it up the James’ face, now spattered with blood as he twisted the small knife he had been concealing in his trousers. “Why….” She asked him, but all that came out was a torrent of blood as the hole in her lung filled. She coughed, then slumped against him as he slowly laid her down on the dais. Sherry walked forward to see her handiwork.
“Well done, James.” She smiled down at the dying Angel. “You may feed.” James bent and used the knife to start sawing a hole in her chest to remove Cynthia’s heart. The pain was unbearable, but worse was the thought that James had betrayed her. She looked pleadingly at him and would have gasped, if she had been able to breathe through the hole in her lung. James’ eyes were still and lifeless.
“Surprised? James is no ordinary human, cutie.” Cynthia’s eyes, the only part of herself she could move at this point, snapped back to stare in horror at Sherry. “I recognized the godhead in him from the first moment I heard him speak. You felt it too, I’m sure.” Sherry nodded sharply at the recognition in the Angel’s eyes. “He has a power far beyond mere mortals. I could feel myself responding to the god within, and made it my project to free his true self from his mortal prison.” She smiled sadly. “I would have enjoyed playing with you, too. But he needed a sacrifice to fully realize all that he was and all that he could be. He will thank me after this is over and he has ascended.” She turned away, eyes cast towards the heavens.
James continued his sawing at the Angel’s chest, Cynthia’s eyes slowly dimming as she realized that she was dying, and more importantly that she would be leaving James at the not-so-tender mercies of this madwoman. She coughed wetly. James took no notice, the Shrine Maiden’s enchantment holding fast. He carefully peeled back the skin that covered her still-beating heart, then plunged his hand into her chest and ripped it out fully. Cynthia’s last conscious thought was that she had failed her chosen master.
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Sherry looked down at the bloody mess. James rose, his torso red and dripping. She smiled, then turned on her heel and beckoned for the ensorcelled man to follow her. The ritual still had to be completed before the night was up. Heading to the exact center of the church, she motioned for James to lie down and he complied, closing his eyes. Pulling the ornate knife from his hand, she used the still dripping blood to draw a complex circle around her master, chanting as she did so.
When complete, she sat back on her heels, inspecting her handiwork. Then, she drove the knife straight into James heart.
The circle flared blue, and James back arched as the power the Shrine Maiden was putting into the ritual coursed through him. He let out an ear-splitting screech, the magic of the ritual rebounding back and forth in his fragile body until it screamed for release. His eyes shot open and light began streaming from then, the Shrine Maiden jumping back as he started levitating off the floor to float upright with arms and legs splayed to their fullest extension. Light of the same blue hue as the circle shot out of his fingers, each beam shattering one of the stained glass windows of the church. He rotated to face the front of the church where Cynthia’s body still lay. Suddenly, the light died, and he fell back to the ground in a heap.
“What!?” Screamed Sherry. She rushed frantically to where her master’s body lay. She held his head cradled in her lap. “Master, what happened? Did you complete the transformation?” James eyes slowly opened. Sherry eeped as his eyes were revealed to be mere pinpricks of red floating in his sockets.
“What… is this….” He croaked. He lifted one hand, peering at it as if he had never seen it before.
“Master…. You are free!” Sherry spoke softly, crying slightly as she held him. James continued to peer at his hand, flexing it and turning it every which way. He clenched his fist, then sat up slowly. He looked down at himself, pulling the knife still embedded in his chest out and examining it.
A soft noise at the end of the hall drew Sherry’s attention. She jumped up, suddenly wary, as Cynthia’s body stirred. The Angel rolled over, her wings abruptly feathered black and her blonde hair stained red. She pushed herself up, the hole where James had removed her heart still plainly visible. Sherry gasped as she noticed that the cavity was now filled with a black, pulsing mass. Cynthia stood, her now dark wings spread wide, standing imposingly in the moonlight. Then she blurred forward, smashing the Shrine Maiden against the opposite wall of the church.
“You crazy bitch.” Cynthia said calmly, one hand holding the Shrine Maiden’s throat and the other pinning her arms above her head. “You crazy bitch, he’s not a god, he’s just a good man! But you had to go and do… whatever it was!” She threw Sherry against the wall, where she left a trail of blood as she slid down to the floor. Cynthia blurred to where James was standing. “Are you alright, Master? She didn’t hurt you before I could….” Her voice trailed off as she looked at him.
James was still staring at the ornate knife he held. “I see…” He breathed. He turned, his eyes glowing balefully as he stared into the blue eyes of his Angel. He smiled, causing her to draw back in fear as she realized his teeth had sharpened to razor points. “Don’t worry. I know –everything- now.” He barked a laugh, which echoed in the still wreckage of the church. He spun a slow circle, surveying what had become of his life’s work, then barked another laugh.
“Master….?” Cynthia asked quietly. “What happened? What did she do to us?”
James spun to face her again. “She found this.” He said, thrusting the ornate knife forward. It glinted in the light of the full moon. “It’s an ancient magical artifact, brought to this world from another in one of Sukebe’s treasure hoards. It was called the Kel’Hazad, the Soul Eater. It did exactly what the name would suggest.” He shrugged. “Sherry just knew it had power. But the ritual reacted oddly, releasing the souls it had consumed into me. I have the knowledge and power of over a hundred mages, paladins, pokegirls, and other, stranger things.” He shrugged again. “I suppose that since it had yet to fully absorb your soul, you were able to fight free when the enchantment ended.”
Cynthia gaped at him, then shook herself and straightened up. “Master, what happens now?” James was silent for a moment. He looked around again at the ruin of his church, then spun in a blur and threw the knife unerringly to drive into Sherry’s throat.
“Now, we clean up this mess. We need to be ready for service on Sunday, after all.” He turned to Cynthia and put his hand over the hole in her chest. Cynthia gasped as his hand glowed blue and her breast regenerated. “But first, I believe I need to officially welcome you to my harem.” He smiled a soft smile, and Cynthia was suddenly aware of their nudity. She blushed, then melted into the arms of her Tamer. They embraced, heedless of the gore that spattered them both. The moon shone down on the couple, glittering on the broken glass and pools of still wet blood.
This story was inspired by the song Piece of Heaven by Avenged Sevenfold, although the finished product may or may not bear any resemblance to that song.