The abandoned chapel was surprisingly well-guarded by those who knew the art of keeping themselves gone unnoticed. It stood on the edge of the Empire’s capital, the Sonne, and looked decrepit at best.

It was here where the secret society of the shadowy knights roosted, a group of highly trained assassins that answered only to the Emperor. It was also here where the Emperor’s most prized possession was concealed and kept.

The Saint.

The Saint used to be a living symbol of hope and purity in a world tainted by corruption and greed. The Emperor had taken her under his protection. However, as time passed, the Emperor grew paranoid that she would claim his place. This fear lead him to call on powerful magic to restrain her power. She never resisted.

The shadowy knights guarding the chapel at all times from the shadows, or otherwise looking like ordinary men and women, were charged with keeping her locked away and sedated. They never spoke, never revealed their identities, and always worked in complete silence. They were only given orders by the Emperor himself, and followed them to the letter. But they were not the ones tasked with keeping the Saint alive. That job was left to the Saint’s caretaker, the mysterious and elusive priest known only as the Gardener.

The Saint had little need for food or water, just as any other high-level being in this world. It was one of the privileges, and for some curses, of raising your level far enough. The world’s greatest adventurers ate and drank for entertainment. Elissa didn’t need to eat at all, but that didn’t quench her hunger for human flesh.

This was why the Gardener only ever tended to the Saint once a month.

Elissa had been carefully observing his routines and mannerisms for weeks through a sort of portal created by Mellow, the Slime Demon Lord. Her eyes and ears were everywhere in the Empire, disguised as unassuming mice and rats. She knew what his habits were, his schedule, and even how he preferred his tea. He was a creature of habit, and he always kept to a routine, so Elissa knew he would be seeing the Saint soon. The news that the Emperor had recently borne a child had only made things easier. There were fewer eyes on the chapel than ever.

The night before, Elissa had watched the Gardener walk down the corridor of his home and enter his sleeping quarters, and now he was dead, his blood soaking into the floorboards. His lifeless eyes were staring at her as she feasted on him. His expression was frozen in a look of horror and surprise. The thought of a live meal always made her mouth water. She licked the blood from her hands, then started devouring his body.

Using one of Hero’s Gifts, as she liked to call them, she transformed her body into the Gardener’s. Following his routine, she feigned a night’s sleep. She would get up at sunrise and make her way to the chapel where the Saint was held, carrying the Gardener’s usual supplies and a basket full of the food that the Saint had refused to eat since she was brought here years ago, when she was a teenager.

Oh, how Elissa couldn’t wait. She had agreed at the Pentagram that she would merely dispose of the Saint and leave as if nothing happened. The blame was to be pinned on the Gardener, with a confession of his mad love ready to explain his sudden outburst of murderous rage towards the object of his affection. A tragic story.

But Elissa’s own plans were different. She would destroy the Empire from within, as she had Wealdthurst. All to quench her desire for revenge. Not just for her children, but for the sake of their father, too. He had been stolen away from her by that bitch, Pandora. She would suffer too. But the time for that would be later. For now, she had a meal waiting. She couldn’t wait for the Saint to be her own little plaything.

As the “Gardener” approached the chapel, a man appeared out from behind a nearby tree and signalled to the others with the call of a local bird that it was safe to approach. As she pushed at the creaky door and stepped into the chapel, Elissa was met with the sight of a beautiful girl, bound in golden chains, kneeling in front of an altar. Her long golden hair cascaded over her slim delicate shoulders, her face was the very picture of innocence, and her body was slender and shapely. She was dressed in an elaborate cleric’s robe, white and decorated with gold trim, a collar of red and green, and a white veil covering her head and neck, with a hood hanging over her back. Her face was the perfect picture of calm and peaceful, her skin soft and pale, and her eyes closed.

“I am here, holy one,” the “Gardener” said softly as he transformed into a young girl in a shiny, skin-tight transparent bodysuit. Oh, how indecent did Elissa look compared to the kneeling Saint, her ass, nipples and pussy on full display underneath the thin rubbery material? She couldn’t help but admire the contrast. The Saint turned her head and looked at her. Her eyes were a striking violet, framed by long eyelashes. Her gaze was cool and composed, betraying none of her emotions. She only smiled slightly and nodded as if resigned to her fate. She couldn’t speak or scream, her mouth gagged by a golden strap affixing a ball which filled her open mouth.

Elissa knelt down next to her. She reached out and placed a hand on the girl’s head, her fingers slipping through her soft hair. She then dropped a strange looking ornamented cube onto the floor between them. A gift from Justus. It would clock out any noise emanating from the chapel, as not to alert the guards.

“You have served your master well,” Elissa said with her own voice, “but your service is no longer required.” She leaned in closer, her breath warm against the Saint’s cheek. She grabbed the girl’s head and pulled her closer, her lips pressed against her ear. “You belong to me now,” Elissa whispered, her fingers gripping the Saint’s hair tightly. Elissa then pulled the Saint’s head back, forcing her to look up into her eyes. There was a coldness in the Saint’s gaze. She didn’t flinch or look away.

Elissa, annoyed at the lack of reaction, slid her slender fingers towards the Saint’s breasts. She cupped them and squeezed, feeling the firmness and shape of them, the way they responded to her touch, the stiffness of her nipples. Then she began to fondle them. Slowly, gently, teasing her. The Saint closed her eyes and let out a moan through her-ball gag. The sound of it was sweet, like the chirping of a small bird. Elissa grinned, pleased that the girl was finally showing some reaction. A slight blush spread across her cheeks.

But it was a small victory. The girl was still trying to resist. No matter. She would break her soon enough. And it would be delicious. It was going to be fun.

The Saint’s hands were bound behind her back, her arms crossed, the chains holding her arms and legs in place. Elissa’s hand moved from the Saint’s breasts, down her tummy and in between her legs, while firmly holding the Saint’s hair with her other hand, pulling at her head. She could feel the heat emanating from the Saint’s skin, the way her body tensed up, and the slight tremble that came with it. It was time to make her squirm. Elissa’s fingers danced over the soft, silky fabric of the girl’s dress, tracing patterns on her thighs. She slowly slipped her fingers under the hem of the dress, pushing the fabric up and exposing the girl’s bare skin to the cold air. The Saint’s body tensed up again. The way the fabric slid over her smooth skin was delightful. Elissa traced circles with her fingertips over the inside of the girl’s thighs. She was breathing hard, her heart beating fast, her face flushed with arousal, the heat building up in her body. The way the Saint trembled was turning Elissa on.

Her cock was pumping and getting larger by the second, stretching out the latex encasing her crotch. She had always had a thing for virgins, but something about the way this girl was reacting, her innocence, the way she tried to resist, made her so... desirable. Elissa’s fingers slid further up, towards the apex of the Saint’s thighs, and she brushed her knuckles against the soft, smooth mound between the girl’s legs. A whimper escaped from the Saint’s throat. It was so quiet, so sweet, so adorable, so arousing. It was a sound Elissa wanted to hear more of. She pushed the girl’s dress higher, and she could feel the warmth radiating from her sex. Her fingers trailed over the soft skin of the girl’s inner thigh before sliding into the wetness between her legs. The Saint’s eyes flew open, and she let out a moan.

Elissa’s hand was coated in the Saint’s wetness, and she brought her fingers up to her lips, tasting her, savouring the sweetness and the aroma, before placing her fingers against the Saint’s nose. The girl’s eyes went wide and her breath caught in her throat. The scent was intoxicating; the taste was delicious. She had to have more. Her fingers moved back down, and she dipped them between the Saint’s legs, pushing two fingers into her wetness, sliding them along the slick walls, coating them in her juices. The girl’s body shook, her hips bucking involuntarily. Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving, and her legs trembled as Elissa’s fingers probed deeper and deeper inside her. She let out a muffled cry as Elissa’s fingers slid in and out, moving faster and faster, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel her climax building, the heat in her belly growing, the tension building. She couldn’t hold back anymore.

The Saint came, her orgasm washing over her, her muscles contracting and relaxing, her body shuddering, her eyes rolling back in her head, her whole body convulsing as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She fell forward onto the ground, panting through her nose, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Elissa watched the Saint bound in a kneeling position on the floor, her arms tied behind her back, her ankles bound together, her head bowed, and her back arched, her body trembling. The sight of the girl in such a vulnerable and helpless state, the sound of her moans, the smell of her arousal, it all turned her on. Her cock was throbbing, straining against the latex covering her crotch. She let her dick separate from her tummy by opening up a slit in her latex suit and let her hard member pop out; it was huge and thick; the shaft was smooth and shiny; the head was bulbous and purple, and the length was studded with bumps and ridges. Her hand gripped her cock and started stroking it, her eyes fixed on the Saint’s face. The girl was watching her, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed.

“You’re a filthy slut, aren’t you? Look at the mess you’ve made on the floor,” Elissa growled as she stroked her cock, her other hand reaching down to the girl’s head, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her closer, forcing her to look at her massive cock. “And to think, all I’ve done is touch you.”

Elissa smirked and pulled the Saint closer, the head of her cock rubbing against the girl’s cheek, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum on her skin. The scent of her own arousal, the feeling of the girl’s breath against her cock.

Her grip on the Saint’s hair tightened, and she used her free hand to rip the girl’s gag out of the way and force her mouth open. Her lips parted obediently, and the head of her cock pushed past them, into the Saint’s warm mouth. Her tongue naturally rubbed at the tip of Elissa’s cock. The sensation made her shiver, her entire body tensing up, a low groan escaping her lips. Her hips thrust forward involuntarily, her cock sliding deeper into the Saint’s mouth hole. The girl gagged and tried to pull back, but Elissa held her firmly, pushing her cock deeper and deeper, the head pressing against the back of her throat.

Elissa’s hips began to thrust, her cock sliding in and out of the Saint’s mouth, her hands gripping the girl’s hair tightly, pulling at her head, her body trembling as the pleasure washed over her. She could feel the girl’s teeth scraping against her shaft, the warmth of her mouth, the softness of her lips, the slickness of her tongue. It was heavenly. Her hips kept thrusting, her cock sliding deeper and deeper into the girl’s mouth, her hands pulling her head closer, her eyes rolling back in her head. The Saint was choking, her face was turning red, her throat convulsing, her hands gripping at Elissa’s thighs, but Elissa didn’t stop, she didn’t slow down, she just kept fucking her, her cock sliding in and out, her hands pulling the girl’s head closer and closer, until her entire length buried deep inside her mouth.

While holding the struggling saint down at the base of her penis, tentacles sprouted from Elissa’s back. They pulled at the chains binding the saint, breaking them. Golden links scattered all over the chapel floor.

The tentacles coiled around the girl’s body, lifting her off the floor and forcing her legs wide apart, exposing her wet, swollen cunt to the cool air of the chapel. The tentacles continued to wrap around her, re-binding her arms behind her back.

With Elissa’s cock still firmly inside the Saint’s throat, a tentacle slid between the Saint’s legs and pushed its way inside her, the tip pressing against her womb, and Elissa felt a surge of pleasure shoot through her body, the Saint’s cervix stretching around a thick tentacle as it slowly forced its way into her womb. The Saint let out a muffled cry, her body shaking, her muscles contracting, her eyes rolling back in her head. She was in pain, her body was in shock, her mind was numb, her senses dulled, the pleasure overwhelming her. The tentacles were thrusting into her, their tips pushing against the back of her womb, their lengths sliding in and out of her, filling her, stretching her, their rhythm increasing, their movements becoming more forceful, and the pleasure continued to build, all the while she was slowly suffocating.

Finally, Elissa pulled back, letting the Saint gasp for air. A thick stream of saliva connected her mouth and Elissa’s cock, the Saint’s body shaking, her throat burning, her lungs struggling to catch her breath, her vision blurred, her ears ringing, her whole body trembling.

Elissa watched the Saint with a predatory smile, her eyes dark with lust, her cock still hard, glistening with the Saint’s blessing. She rotated the Saint’s body backwards to reveal a pussy teeming with tentacles. Tentacles were pushing their way inside the Saint’s cunt, her anus, and now her mouth, as they continued to fuck her relentlessly. Her body shook and trembled, her limbs flailing, her head thrown back.

“Enjoy this while you can...” Elissa said cooly as she commanded the tentacles recede. Their only function now was to hold the Saint in place while Elissa was going to rape the Saint’s wet pussy with her cock. Elissa positioned the tip of her dick right up against the Saint’s pussy lips, the head resting against her slit, her pre-cum mixing with the Saint’s wetness, making her cock nice and slick. “This is only the beginning...” she said as she pushed the tip of her cock inside the Saint, slowly, gently, savouring the feeling of her pussy stretching around her.

“This is what you were meant for.” She continued as she slowly thrust her cock deeper inside her, inch by inch, the warmth and tightness enveloping her shaft, her pre-cum spilling out, coating her walls, filling her up, the pleasure washing over her. She kept pushing, deeper and deeper, her hands gripping the Saint’s waist, her sharp nails digging into her milky skin.

“This is where you belong.” Her cock was completely buried inside the Saint’s tight pussy, her tip pressing against the back of her womb, her chest heaving. She could feel the Saint’s body tensing up, the muscles in his thighs twitching, the way she squeezed around Elissa’s shaft, the way she clenched, the way she convulsed, it was all so intense, so overwhelming, so perfect, and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to last much longer, the pleasure was building, the tension was mounting, the heat was growing, and she couldn’t hold back anymore, she had to release soon.

Elissa begun to fuck the Saint, slowly at first, watching as the tentacles continued to push their way around the girl, stretching out the tightness of the wet pussy around Elissa’s shaft. The Saint thrashed and bucked in a desperate attempt to get away from the cock that was violating every part of her body and mind, but it was useless, there was nowhere to go, nowhere to escape to.

The tentacles pushed and twisted around the girl’s body, forcing their way inside every hole, and she was forced to take it, all of it. Every thrust, every push, every violation, the pleasure building, the tension growing, the heat intensifying, the ecstasy becoming too much to bear. And then, finally, the Saint could hold back no longer, and with one final, violent, convulsive shudder, she came, hard, the sensation overwhelming every part of the Saint’s body and mind, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

Elissa came with her, filling the girl with a torrent of hot, thick, creamy, white cum, the warmth and wetness filling every crevice. The feeling of satisfaction washing over the girl as she came, the pleasure of being filled up with a Demon Lord’s semen, the heat spreading through the Saint’s entire body, the sensation of being completely and utterly used. It was all too much. The Saint went limp as she passed out.

Elissa pulled out her cock. As if a dam breaking, pools of white sticky cum flowed like rivers from the Saint’s abused holes. Her face was red and flushed, her lips swollen, her eyelids heavy.

Elissa watched the Saint’s body with a sense of pride as she dropped her onto the floor with a thud. Her dick becoming slightly more limp, dropping cum onto the Saint’s face. It was the most beautiful thing Elissa had ever seen. She was so happy she was about to burst. She had never felt such satisfaction. Such pleasure. Such joy. Such power. She laughed maniacally, her laughter echoing through the halls of the chapel, any outside disturbance prevented by Justus’s magical implement.

Now it was only a matter of time before her children would claim the life of the Saint and spread out into the world once more.

The Saint’s body suddenly convulsed. Her eyes opened, and her gaze fell upon Elissa. It was as if the light had returned to her. The cum pooled around and on the Saint lifted and was absorbed by her skin. Her body was bathed in light, as the wounds and bruises that covered her were healed, and the blood and cum that coated her skin and hair disappeared.

Then, while still holding eye contact with a surprised Elissa, the saint uttered these incomprehensible words: “Congratulations on your first recharge. Here is a welcome bonus,” in a mechanical voice before passing out again.

Her abdomen rippled, and out of her pussy slid out 5 eggs, one by one.

Each was the size of a fist, and was a shiny black colour, with a gold pattern resembling a five-pointed star on each. Elissa couldn’t help but stare. They were absolutely beautiful. But they weren’t at all what she expected!

The eggs then expanded, growing rapidly until they took the form of embryos, then babies before finally growing into short, little bodies covered in slime, resting in foetal positions.

“What is the meaning of this?!” Elissa cried out in confusion. Wasn’t the Saint supposed to give birth to abyssal worms?!

As if responding to their mother’s surprise, the 6 naked bodies unfolded and promptly stood up. They had the appearance of five little girls, their scleras black, their hair in the form of thick slicked-back tentacles. Their skin was a grey hue.

“I’m strong! I can fight!” The eldest said. She snapped into a strong-man pose.

“I will be more useful to you, mama! I’m faster than anyone!” The second one announced.

“I’m smart. I know a lot of things.” Said the third, wearing glasses for some inexplicable reason.

“I’m great at playing hide and seek! And finding out stuff!” The fourth called out, she had an innocent voice, but Elissa could sense a darkness within.

“I can use magic! I can cast spells!”, the fifth chimed in, summoning a small fireball above the palm of her hand.

“I’m no good at anything!”, the other five stared at the fifth with looks of confusion.

“But... but... I can copy how anyone looks!” she added shyly.

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The new volume begins with Elissa's story of revenge. It didn't turn out exactly how she expected. The reason for it is the Saint's natural healing ability and her title of "Saint". Titles in this world are extremely rare and interact with other title-holders in unexpected ways. Especially in usual circumstances like in this chapter. Even among famous heroes only few have claimed to have received titles. In a way, the most direct way of receiving a title is to become a Demon Lord.