Hey everyone! I'm so glad to be back! This was out alot sooner than I had anticipated, and that is because of the simple reason...I had to split my plans in half. I know, I know, it's sad. But my next few chapters I plan to "experiment" with stuff, and anything as long as Chapter 2 might not happen for a tiny bit. I would say most chapters for a bit will be between 5k-10k words, though exceptions can always be made!
This chapter especially is pretty experimental on the body horror/destruction route! I hope I did decent enough on it, it was defiantly me playing around a lot and seeing what worked. I want to get this stuff nailed before we get into some big chapters, so I hope you'll forgive anything I mess up on!
For now I hope you enjoy the Nightmare! See you guys in Chapter 4!
Chapter 5: Reborn
Garreg Mach Monastery.
That was the name that was known throughout the land of the large castle-like school that stood in the middle of the continent, perfectly aligned with the three major nations as a sort of buffer. It was where the Knights of Seiros, knights of the church and de-facto police force of the entire continent, were stationed at.
Alongside the knights, the Monastery was also used as a school for older teens and young adults. They were taught battle tactics, weapons training, political theater, animal control, and other such things that would suit them for the world of battle and politics.
Each month, the school would send each of its main classes on a mission of sorts, usually alongside both their professor and a certain sub group of knights. The missions ranged from bandit control, rebellion suppression, assassination missions, rescue missions and bodyguard duty. The church claimed that this not only assisted the students in their training, but also assisted in keeping the peace across the land.
"What a lord of Pegasus Shit." Those words were mouthed quietly by Morgan as she sat in the school's library, studying all types of books that pertained to this world. Ever since her and Grima had arrived at the school four days ago, she split her time between being with her 'mother' and studying in the library.
Eating, sleeping and other activities were of no concern to her. She had long modified her body to not need such things. Sure she would drink some water, eat a fish or fake sleep around others so not to raise suspicion, but she saw it as nothing more than her typical posturing.
It was the same tricks she used with her old 'friends', the likes of Lucina, Severa, Owain, and the like…All of them considered her a deep friend, and she put up with the act for so long…Only to betray them one by one, allowing them to be enslaved and mentally destroyed by her lord and master Grima.
Afterall, her one joy in life came from pleasing her master, all others were nothing more than a means to an end.
As she flipped through the pages of the book, Morgan also used this opportunity to spy on the other students. While it was true that Grima ordered her to research this world, she was also ordered to spy on other students and faculty to see if any of them could become allies.
Those who understood their place were rewarded, those who didn't were made into playthings.
It was simple enough, though Morgan knew Grima could evaporate the entire world if they so choose, she also knew that her master wanted more than that. No…Grima wanted a world to rule, and they rewarded the ones who were obedient for a rather simple reason.
It was fun, it kept things different, breaking everyone at once would become dull and boring. But gathering allies, and even seeing someone turn on their best friend in the name of Grima? That was true Euphoria.
While most of the students were bland, nothing more than slaves who's corpses would become fertilizer in the future, there was one who stood out to Morgan. "Is something the matter, young Morgan?"
Morgan feigned surprise, as she looked over at the voice that had appeared. "O-Oh…Tomas, I didn't realize you were there."
The old wrinkly face of the librarian gave a gentle smile as he walked closer to Morgan with his cane.
Yes, Tomas the Librarian seemed like a simple kind old man…But Morgan could see…She could see the dark magic he wielded, she could hear the venom stuck in his throat when discussing the church, she could pick out the words in his sentences that spelled how much he loathed the religion as a whole.
Just now, his appearance close to her was of a dark cloaking spell, one she purposely ignored so not to raise suspicion on herself.
As Tomas got ever closer to her, she could feel just how powerful he was.
Powerful enough to take on her or Grima? Laughable.
More powerful than the average church member? Easily.
She didn't know his goals, or why he held such beliefs despite working here as the librarian.
But she did know that if Grima wanted an early ally, he was the best bet.
Finally coming to a stop a few feet away from, Tomas looked down at the book in her hands and finally replied. "The history of Garreg Mach eh? I must admit, it is not often that I hear a young one reach that book and have such…Harsh words for it."
"..." Morgan thought for a moment on how to proceed, before moving her eyes back down. "Really? I thought the youth of this world would see such obvious propaganda."
Tomas gave a small, more genuine smile as a laugh escaped his lips. "Now that is a daring line to say about the church, you should mind your words, should the wrong person hear you."
She wanted to roll her eyes but refrained, nobody else was close enough to hear her speak, and the school surprisingly had no magic applied that tracked everyone's movements and words. "Hm…Not like I attend the church or even the academy…I'm just here until Mother awakens and we can depart back onto our journey."
"Perhaps, but you and your mother should know that…When in the lion's den, it's best not to provoke them. You may be visitors of a foreign land, but that would only give the church more incentive to…Berate you for your comments."
"...Wouldn't you agree though? All this book does is talk up how the school preps the future generations, teaching them everything they need to know, how to be successful…Without mentioning that all they're doing is creating a future generation that owes it all to the Church and is forever in its debt."
"Would I agree? I wonder…" Tomas said quietly as he walked over to the other end of the table Morgan was sitting at, pulling out a chair and sitting down on it before scooting himself up. "It's not like the church is requiring students to conform to its religion, no? There are non-believers among the students."
"Are there? The non believers include a dancer in the Imperial streets, a foreign princess, a man from a destroyed nation and a girl whose entire village sent her here…In other words, none of the nobles of any of the major countries, seem be anything but worshipers of this goddess known as Sothis. It makes sense really…Why worry about controlling a street rat who will either end up dead or a whore, and instead focus on controlling the ones with real power."
"Heh…" Tomas gave another chuckle, as he continued to eye Morgan as he leaned forward some. "In the few days you've been here, you've been more and more…Aggressive against the church…Specifically…To me…"
"..." Morgan closed her eyes, and after a moment…Briefly released a bit of magic.
It was very brief, but it was enough, as Tomas's eyes immediately went wide as his hands clenched, his eyes narrowing at Morgan. "...Who are you?"
"...A friend…If you're reasonable." Morgan sat the book down, before raising a finger as a dark field enveloped the two. Invisible to the naked eye, it would keep any conversations between them away from others.
"Hm…" Leaning back in his chair, Tomas crossed his arms as he dropped his facade. "A friend if I'm reasonable? And if I'm not?"
Morgan didn't say anything, instead she continued to stare at Tomas…Before suddenly a sharp and deep pain rain up his body.
"A-Agh!" Tomas suddenly gripped his chest, as the pain quickly sharper and deeper, running through his entire body as his breathing quickly began to stop, his blood started to boil, his bones began to melt and his heart had stop. He was in such agonizing pain, that not even the experiments did to himself could be comparable. This was- "...H-Huh?"
Then it all stopped. His breathing was normal, his blood was cool, his bones were stable and his heart was beating.
All of that in a second.
Quickly looking up to meet eye contact with Morgan, she gave no facial expression as she responded. "Does that answer your question?"
"...T-That is…" Tomas was at a loss for words, such power should be impossible! To not even move and cause such a spell, and then undo it just as quick…It was absurd, yet he just experienced it for himself.
"...When we first met, you asked me my thoughts on the religion of this land. I told you I believed and worshiped the Fell Dragon Grima…Let me rephrase that Tomas…My name is Morgan, servant of the Fell Dragon!"
"...Fell Dragon…"
"The one who rests in the infirmary by the name of Robin…That, is the Fell Dragon Grima in reality."
"What…"
"If you think what I just did to you was horrifying…I wonder how you would feel being blown to smithereens, hundreds of tiny pieces…And not die, feeling every single ounce of pain. That is the power Grima is capable of." Morgan once again allowed her power to briefly show itself, but this time the full force of it as Tomas went wide eyed and scooted back somewhat.
"Impossible…A being more powerful than you…" Tomas looked down at the table, his breathing almost ragged as he swallowed hard and shook his head. "You said you would be a friend if I was reasonable…What does that entail?"
"It's simple. Throw away any connections to this world, and pledge yourself as a servant of Grima. Do so, and any desire you could ever want will be given to you. Power, women, land, everything…"
Tomas kept his look on Morgan, as his hundreds of years of research and planning flashed before his eyes. Everything with Thales, his experiments on the girl he kidnapped, the plans to take back this world…
None of that mattered now, he wasn't dumb.
This girl alone could wipe them all out in seconds.
There was no telling what this Grima could do.
This was an easy choice in truth.
"Fine…All I ask for in return are test subjects for my experiments. I still have so much to learn, and I'm sure they would be beneficial to Gri-...Lord Grima, as well." He caught himself before he made a potentially fatal error.
"Very good, Tomas."
"Please, that is a name I only used from this body I had to take over. My real name is Solon, I much prefer that."
"That body? So you have the power to take over the corpse of someone?"
"In a way, yes. It was a part of my experiments, where by using the blood of someone, we can take on their appearance, down to even the smallest of details. The one drawback is that once the voice is changed, there is no way to revert it."
"I see, I'm sure lord Grima will find this very productive. I actually believe that you may be able to do your experiments at the school without worrying about that Archbishop."
"What do you mean?"
Morgan looked up briefly, before a rare smile came over her face. "Because the Archbishop will soon be gone, it will only take a few moments."
"Hm, pulse seems more normal today, that's a good sign." The seductive voice of the Monastery's doctor, Manuela Casagranda, echoed through the small infirmary as she looked over the 'unconscious' body of Robin, the woman who had saved countless students from a hoard of bandits.
Ever since arriving four days ago, Manuela had been on constant watch duty. When Robin first arrived, her blood was dangerously low, her heart rate was weak and her brain had several clumps forming around it.
Day one alone took almost six full hours of nonstop healing magic, as Manuela, Seteths sister Flayn and even the Blue Lions Student Mercedes all took turns.
It was tiring, and she was at her limit.
As she reached over to chug a potion down to refill bits of her magic, a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist to stop her. "Calm yourself Manuela, you're going to be the next patient at this rate."
Manuela looked up and gave a sigh as she looked to the side. "I understand, Lady Rhea, but…"
The hand that had grabbed her was from the Archbishop of the entire religion and head of both the Monastery and Knights of Seiros.
Lady Rhea.
Her elegant dress stretched all the way to her feet, as a headcrown adorned her green hair. "No buts Manuela, you have done more than enough for this one, you should get some rest."
"But Lady Rhea, Robin still needs-"
"Attention, and I can give it to her. Do not forget I have healing magic of my own, I can assist for a few hours while you sleep."
"Y-You Lady Rhea? That would be rather unbecoming of me to allow you to take care of this."
"Nonsense, this woman saved the three future leads of each country. It would only be right for me to see to her survival as well." Manuela looked at Rhea with unease, as the fatigue of nonstop work began to set in without the potions effects.
"I-If you insist Lady Rhea."
"Of course, go and get some rest, I will speak with you later." Manuela kept looking at Rhea with unease, before closing her eyes and sighing.
"Very well…I will take an hour, I promise to return." Giving a bow towards Rhea, Manuela made her way out of the room weakly, closing the door behind her and leaving Rhea alone in the room with Robin.
Seconds passed, Rhea unmoving as she stared at Robin with a weird look.
Before finally…
"I know you awake Child, stop with this pointless game."
"...Hmph." Slowly opening her eyes, Robin sat upright and looked over at Rhea, bringing her knee up as she rested her face on it. "Impressive, only one person before could see through my magic, and it was essentially my past self."
Though she used a mocking tone, a smile was on Robin's face as Rhea eyed her cautiously. "Who are you, child? From the moment you stepped foot on my grounds, I could detect your hostility. I had to make sure of course, which is why I had Flayn assist in your 'recovery.' That girl is immune to any form of sickness, yet…This morning, she was unwell and had to be given medicine. That right there told me, something dark was mixing with her holiness."
"Wow, that's kinda fucked up, using one of your own to test me instead of doing it yourself." Robin continued her mocking tone, as she closed her eyes and rocked herself. "You can call me Grima, the Fell Dragon who destroyed the Kingdom of Ylisse and took over my old world."
"So this fake god your daughter claims to worship is actually yourself. I would call that more pitiful than me using Flayn to simply test if you are friend or foe."
"Fake? How can I be fake if I'm right here? Certainly more real than this goddess you choose to follow." As soon as Grima spoke those words, they could feel the hostility from Rhea grow as she squeezed her hand and gave a scowl.
"Do not use my mothers name in vain! You know nothing!"
"Mother? Ironic, you claim Im forcing my child to call me a god, when your mother is doing the same to you! Funny how things work out."
"Nothing is ironic about that! Mother created this world and all of her children! You claim to be from a world that doesn't even exist, and defiling this holy place with your blasphemy!"
"Sheesh…" Grima continued their mocking as they raised their head up, crossing their arms and folding their legs. "Hey come on relax, no need for us to be enemies you know? All you have to do is just pledge your loyalty to me, and I'll let you live! Not sure about your mother though, can't say I care for…False prophets."
Rhea's nails dug deep into her hands, causing blood to drip as she suddenly raised both of them, light magic forming as she gave a deep scowl towards Grima. "I'm going to end you, scum!"
"Tch, and you would be such a powerful ally to…" Jumping off of the bed and onto their feet, Grima stretched as they readied themselves. "Oh well, I'll just kill you and then have fun with your body for a bit before replacing you with a more loyal minion!"
As soon as Grima gave her threat, holy magic shot out from Rhea's hands and towards Grima, who raised both of her hands to block the magic without much effort as it evaporated upon impact. "What?"
Rhea let a hint of surprise grace her voice, as she took a step backwards. That was the holy spell Nosferatu, although it was basic, Rhea's magic power alone should have been enough to atleast damage this Grima. "Hm, not bad, certainly strong that any of those brats I had to deal with before…Anyway, my turn."
Groma held her hand forward and pulled three fingers in, with her index finger pointing outward and her thumb in the air. Once her hand was firmly in position, a small flame appeared on the tip of her index finger…Before shooting through the air, quickly penetrating the front of Rhea's shoulder and then slipping out through the back as blood splattered out. "Agh!"
Rhea took another step back as she quickly held her shoulder, blood continuing to seep out through her fingers as she snarled at Grima. "You dare attack me in this holy place? Mother will strike you down the moment she sets foot back in this planet!"
"Hey don't be all upset about it, you attacked first." Countering Rhea's threat, Robin shot three more times out of her finger, hitting Rhea's other shoulder and both of her knee caps, causing the archbishop to stumble backwards as she slammed against the bookcase.
"D-Dastard…This isn't over!" Raising her hand as she fought through the pain, a dark circle formed around Rhea's hand, and soon a ring of fire encircled Grima before suddenly smashing into them, causing flames to shoot all over the room.
The flames were ferocious, even Rhea having to shield her eyes as the room was quickly covered in black smoke, the sound of glass breaking reverberated through the room as the flames caused medicine bottles to shatter, sending glass and drugs everywhere.
As Rhea stood against the bookshelf, shielding her face from the smoke, she raised a hand to heal her wounds…Only for another shot to come out from the flames, striking her hand directly. "A-Aghh!"
Rhea fell to the ground clutching her hand, her eyes looking over to the source of the flame as a voice called out. "Quite the sideshow…You're entertaining…"
Grima's voice had grown somewhat dark, as she stuttered out from the flames completely untouched. Despite the fire, her skin was unharmed. The robe she had on had been burnt completely off however, exposing her entire body as Rhea's eyes went wide in horror. A large cock hung in between her legs covered by silver pubic hair, her breasts were perfectly plump with pink nipples, her armpits were a mess with silver hair, and symbols adorned both of her arms.
Rhea pushed herself back against the bookcase, looking at Grima with wide eyes as they stopped a few feet from her. "Now…I suppose I should this is where the fun begins."
Grima licked her lips as she spoke, causing objective fear to rush down Rhea's spine as she pushed against the bookshelf. "S-Stay back! I-In the name of the goddess Sothis I-Ack!"
Before Rhea could even finish her spill, Grima reached down and grabbed her hair tightly, before pulling her head forward and then slamming it back against the bookcase, causing it to splinter as she cried out in agony. "I would advise you to…Be quiet…Here, I'll help you."
Using their other hand to snap their fingers, Rhea's mouth suddenly was forced open wide, as Grima held her still by the hair. The moving the hand they used to snap down, Grima grasped their long and hard cock, positioning it in front of Rhea's mouth as her eyes bulged again as she tried to shake her head back and forth to protest…
But that did her no good…
Moving their hips back just a bit, Grima thrusted forward with all of her strength, pushing the twelve inch cock not only into Rhea's mouth, but down her throat as well, pushing it all in until their balls slapped against Rhea's chin. "M-MPPPHH"
Sounds of agony and condensed coughs attempted to escape from Rhea's filled mouth, as Grima gave an grin as they continued to hold the woman by the hair. "Hm…First…"
With their cock in Rhea's mouth, Grima moved their hand over and tore the crown off of Rhea's head, throwing it to the side as she grasped more of her hair to keep her still.
"Good…Now…Don't worry about vomiting or breathing…I'll keep you alive…Atleast for this." With those ominous words, Grima pulled their cock all the way out, just leaving the tip inside of Rhea's mouth…
Before thrusting their hips forward, sending the entire thing back down her throat viciously and violently.
Rhea's eyes almost bulged out of her face as the girthy cock slammed down her throat, pushing so deep it touched the insides of her stomach, as it bulged out from her neck. All the while, the sack of balls felt like metal as they slammed against her chin, cracking her bones from them alone.
Grima kept their hands on Rhea's head, pulling her face forward as they once again took their cock out…Before slamming her head back against the wood of the book case hard once again as they slammed their cock back into her mouth and throat.
Each slam of the head to the bookshelf only splintered it more, as well as cutting open Rhea's head, as her blood ran down the side of her face and to the ground below. That wasn't counting the blood that began to leak out from her mouth, from a combination of her throat being destroyed by the large cock, and also her chin bones splintering as the balls continued to slam into them, causing them to splint up and cut through her lower gum.
Seemingly noticing the bone poking through, Grima simply reached down and pinched it…Before breaking it clean off and throwing it to the side, causing Rhea to attempt to scream out in pain even more, though of course it was cut off by the beast in her mouth.
To top it all off, the black smoke from the fire behind Grima filled her nostrils, causing them to burn as she breathed, as soot completely filled them up. Her eyes also leaked tears all over her face, as the smoke dug deep into them as she couldn't control her body, even the ability to blink or close them was forbidden to her.
Grima kept their cock in deep of Rhea's throat, as they raised their foot and pressed it against Rhea's stomach, causing the archbishop to whine in worry as Grima petted her. "Aw, scared? I guess that means you realize now…Just what I'm capable of…"
Suddenly Grima pulled their foot back, before slamming it down onto Rhea's leg, not only breaking the bone in it to half, but completely crushing it to dust as her leg shot up into the air, as Rhea again screamed in agony from the horrifying pain filling her body.
Grabbing the broken leg that had angled up, Grima kept her foot down as she gave a hard pull…Tearing the leg completely off with a snap, as Rhea's fair skin was torn in half like it was paper, as her thigh fell down to the ground with a thump, blood spraying out of it everywhere, and pieces of meat falling out to the ground before, as Rhea's body instinctively tightened from the pain, as any muffled screams she wanted to give her forced back by her own body.
Holding the leg she tore off up so Rhea could see it as blood and chunks fell out of it, Grima leaned over and gave it a big kiss…Before throwing it backwards into the flames, as Rhea saw her leg quickly begin to burn to ash in the flames she created.
As Grima was somewhat covered by the blood that sprayed out from Rhea's impromptu amputation, they paid it no mind as they pated Rhea's cheek that was covered in her tears, before going right back to grabbing her hair and slamming her head against the wooden bookshelf, as they pulled their cock out and then slammed it back down her throat and deep into her stomach.
To a certain extent, Rhea thought the cock only grew larger while inside of her as it felt like the meaty member hit against all of her insides, though any thoughts were quickly replaced by the inhumane pain that was coursing through her body at the moment.
As Grima grabbed her head and slammed it against the bookshelf once again, the back of her head cracked essentially open as blood began to gush out, mixing into her green hair and running all down her face as Rhea's vision began to get blurry, the pain in other parts of her body fading as a massive and intoxicating headache began to not only pound her forehead, but also ring in her ears.
Rhea's fingers began to move in all sorts of weird directions on their own with no input from her, as Grima ran their fingers through Rhea's eyes before tracing their nails down her head and then to her eyes, as Grima gave a low chuckle. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
Grima asked in a mocking tone, yet Rhea didn't even attempt a response as her senses were fading, along with her vision, as the ringing in her ears only grew louder and louder.
"Hm, well if you can't even answer that, guess you don't need these anymore." As soon as she spoke, Grima dug their nails from each hand deep into the sides of Rhea's eye sockets, grabbing the balls inside, and pulling them out with ease, stem and all.
Once they were out, a quick tug to each broke both of the stems that connected her eyeballs to her brain, as blood began to creep out of her now vacant eye sockets.
With the eyeballs in their hands, Grima finally began to pull their cock back, before it finally plopped out of Rhea's mouth and fell to inbetween Grima's legs, dangling there as for a moment, Rhea's body didn't move at all.
However, as soon as her damaged brain realized her mouth was now free, she attempted to take a breath…
"...Pmp-AGHHH!" Before immediately hurching over as vomit rushed out from her mouth, filling the floor with chunks and liquid at an accelerated pace. "A-AGHH-URGGGG"
Rhea's holy mouth let out the most of unholy sounds, continuing her puking excursion as more and more chunks began to fly out and fill the floor, before even her own stomach acid began to mix in with the mess, as her own stomach began to revolt from how much it had been violated by Grima's large and girthy cock.
After almost a full two minutes of puking up everything she had and then some, Rhea finally stopped as all of her energy left her as she fell face forward into the mess she made, as it splattered up and got onto her dress and hair.
Any breaths she took caused the mess to get sucked back into her, as she laid there pitifully. Of course, she would get no extended breaks as Grima walked behind her and placed their foot onto her back, as they reached down and grabbed both of Rhea's arms and held them up.
"Now, I think it's time we continue." With those words…
Grima began to pull, while pushing her foot deep into Rhea's back.
A horrifying and excruciating noise began to ring out as Rhea attempted to scream out in absolute agony, yet all that happened was more vomit protrude from her mouth and onto the floorboards, soaking bits of her hair and what was left of her clothing; As the sound of her bones snapping, and the ripping of flesh as Grima continued to pull, while simultaneously pressing their foot deep into Rhea's backside.
After no more than thirty seconds, Rhea's arms were completely ripped off from her shoulders, blood spraying everywhere as bone fell to the floor below, with the only thing still connecting them being the tendons. Raising their other foot, Grima used it to stomp down and tear off each tendon as they pulled the arms back and looked at each of them, giving them each a kiss before throwing them backwards into the raging file that had completely consumed the room, as black smoke had filled it from top to bottom.
Rhea laid on the floor shaking, what was left of her body was pitiful. As black smoke completely filled her lungs, her vision was long gone, and her torso simply attempted to roll back and forth in her own vomit with one a single leg to attempt to push with. She could feel her spine was cracked from Grima's foot, as pain wasn't even a good enough word to describe what her body was currently feeling.
Taking their foot off of Rhea, Grima reached down and flipped Rhea's torso over, causing her to weakly moan in absolute wretched pain, as Grima dropped to their knees, reaching over and tearing her outfit with their fingernail alone.
Doing so exposed Rhea's still untouched pussy, lightly clothed with finely trimmed green pubic hair. Grima reached over and ran a finger along her slit, before pulling back as they grabbed her thighs…And then plunged their cock straight into her pussy with no regard.
The twelves inches not only tore through her walls, but Grima pushed it all the way in, breaking past the natural point most cocks would be stopped before penetrating her womb directly as Grima could feel Rhea's tiny egg cells swimming about, hitting against their cock head that had busted its way in.
Rhea made only a grunt from the penetration, her body consumed by other horrifying extremities, and her mind slowly dying by the second. Taking her grunt as approval in the most mocking of ways, Grima pulled her waist back…And then slammed it forward, the impact sending a shockwave through Rhea's body as every bone left in her cracked.
Whether this was the final straw, or if Grima simply loosened their magic wasn't clear, but either way, Rhea began to soil herself from both ends. The foul stench of shit began to fill the air as Rhea's ass began to unload, while Grima's cock was suddenly covered in piss as it squirted out from Rhea also.
Paying this no mind, Grima raised Rhea's torso into the air some, as they pulled back once again and then slammed forward, causing more shit and piss to escape Rhea's body as Grima pulled back again…And again slammed forward as more of her waste exited.
Each time Grima pulled back and then lunged her body forward, more waste escaped.
No matter how much Rhea emptied, no matter how much she vomited, she couldn't stop whenever Grima plunged deep into her. Was it a sort of magic? Rhea didn't know…Any thoughts she had were long gone, her mind deteriorated to such a point that she was nothing more than a hollow husk.
As Grima's cock pulled back once more, a smirk appeared on their face as they reached forward and cupped Rhea's broken face. "Rejoice Rhea, for death is not in your future…Well…For this body it is…But 'Rhea' shall live on~"
As soon as Grima spoke these words, they lunged their waist forward once again, and this time when their cock pushed through into Rhea's womb, a torrent of hot cum erupted out from the cock and quickly began to fill the womb without delay.
Grima's cock pulsated as Cum erupted through it, filling the womb with torrent after torrent, causing her to bulge more and more as Grima continued to empty their seed into the torso of a woman.
Finally, Grima pulled out, a river of cum following so as it formed onto the floor, mixing with everything else, as Rhea's womb was torn and full.
Standing up, Grima's cock hung in between their legs, as they raised a hand and snapped their fingers.
Once they did so, Rhea's stomach began to bloat…and bloat…and bloat…Getting larger and larger with each passing second, bulging distressingly as veins began to appear all over her still enlarging stomach, as it got bigger and bigger with almost no end in sight.
Finally, it came to a slow stop, as her stomach was almost as large as Grima's height. Grima rested a hand on it, before leaning forward and kissing it as they whispered. "Be born…My child…"
They gave one final kiss and backed up slightly, and after a couple of seconds…
Boom
The sound of flesh literally popping went off, filling the room with something akin to a sound of a fleshy explosion. Flesh, blood, goop, bone matter and organs flew everywhere, covering not only Grima but the rest of the fiery room also as Rhea's stomach literally popped from its size.
As the sides of the open stomach deflated, Grima wiped the blood off of their eyes, as they stared at something that was kneeled in the center of the stomach.
Kneeling inside of Rhea's blown up stomach was a young woman, green hair adorning her head and reaching down her naked body, as her arms were wrapped around herself. Slowly, she opened her eyes, revealing them to be green, as she slowly raised herself up and looked around.
Walking over to her, Grima extended a hand and gave a smile. "You are reborn…My child…"
Moving her eyes up to Grima, the woman reached up and grabbed Grima's hand, being raised to her feet as Grima kept their smile.
"My child…Rhea…" Indeed, the woman standing in front of Grima that had just been born from the stomach explosion of Rhea, was a woman who looked almost identical to her. From the facial structure, to the hair, to the height, to everything…The main differences was that her pubic hair was more wild and unkempt…Wild hair was poking out from her armpits…And the mark of Grima was firmly on her stomach.
The lookalike looked Grima in the eyes as they nodded. "Rhea…I'm…Rhea…The archbishop…."
"That's right, the archbishop of this false religion, is you. I assume you have all of her memories? You should from the ritual process."
The ritual process Grima was talking about was what she had just done, by cumming into Rhea, she 'impregnated' her with a clone that had Grima's DNA. The clone had the exact looks, voice and memories of the real Rhea; but had some parts redone to fit Grima's tastes, and also was fully loyal to Grima. "Y-Yes…I do…Mother or…Father…Or…?"
"Mother, Father, Lord, Master, Mistress…A title is of little importance. As long as you call me Robin around the others, understand?"
"Y-Yes…Mother…" Seemingly sticking with the mother moniker, the new Rhea stepped forward and gave a bow towards Grima.
"Good…" Grima looked past the new Rhea and towards the old one, still slowly moving in abject horror of pain. "Your first order, finish her off."
"Understood." Giving a nod, the new Rhea gently walked over to whatever was left of the old Rhea as she lifted her foot…And brought it down onto old Rhea's face.
Crunch
A sickening Crunch filled the room as her foot easily broke through the cracked bones and pummeled the face in, and continued as she raised her foot again and again, slamming it down onto the face of Rhea over and over again until her bones and brain were nothing but scraps on her foot.
Pleased with the result, Grima snapped and released her magic.
As soon as she did, Archbishop Rhea of the Church of Seiros…Was dead.
Replaced by a new Rhea.
"Now as for this room…" Grima looked over the vomit, shit and piss soaked room that was currently in flames, black smoke filling it as she shook her head and raised her hand and snapped.
As soon as she did, a bright light quickly filled the room before vanishing, and just like that…Everything was back to normal.
Old Rhea's corpse was gone.
Grima's cloak was back and tied around her.
And even the new Rhea was suddenly adorned in the Archbishop outfit.
With that…Grima had officially made Rhea…
An "Ally".
Pleased with their work, Grima walked over and sat down onto the bed, pulling a cigar out from their pocket and using fire magic to light it as they placed it into their mouth and gave a puff. Looking over at the new Rhea, Grima pulled another one out and offered it to her. "Oh, thank you mother."
The new Rhea grabbed the cigar as Grima lit it for her, as she raised it to her lips and puffed on it…Before giving a hard cough as she shook her head. "That body will take some time to get adjusted, so have fun with that."
Grima gave another long puff, as they looked at Rhea and began to speak.
"Now then, with the church under my control, it's onto the next phase…" Grima lingered, and after a moment, a knock was heard on the door as a voice called out.
"Mother! It's me Morgan!" Realizing it was Morgan using her fake Persona, Grima nodded to Rhea to open the door. Walking over, she did so as the fake cheerful smile of Morgan was behind it, along with the elderly librarian Tomas.
As they walked into the room, Tomas looked visibly unsettled as Rhea closed the door behind them as she stood off in the corner, continuing to attempt to smoke, as Grima pushed themselves up and smirked. "Solon, I presume?"
Straightening himself up some from his real name, Solon nodded as he swallowed. "Y-Yes…Lord Grima…"
"Hmph, nice to meet you then. It seems Morgan has already done the introductions, but…My name is Grima, ruler of this world…Now that you're here, everything is set in motion for what comes next."