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Year 16 AL, OBLATION
In the glow of the mid-evening sun, a purple-haired man kept a steady pace down the dirt path in front of him. On either side of the man was a large, sweeping grassland. A tranquil sight but one that he paid no heed of as he continued on, focused solely on his mission.
"Heinrich, frolic in the flowers with me!"
Not to say that someone wasn't trying her best to stop him from doing so. Heinrich sighed, slowing down to a stop to peer over to the owner of the giddy voice.
"Why would I do that?" He asked with a raised brow.
Bouncing in a bed of strange-looking bright yellow flowers was Alicetroemeria, the strange witch girl who had been following him around on his quest to reach Hellgondo so he could kill the evil Monster Lord, Alipheese Fateburn the Eighth and bring peace to the World.
The woman wore a bizarre, bright green dress that hugged her body tightly, aided by an orange belt wrapped around her waist. In one of her similarly orange-gloved hands was a bright yellow flower with two sets of petals: an outer one with longer thin pedals and an inner one with smaller wider pedals that were dotted with black spots.
Alicetroemeria skipped up to Heinrich, a great smile on her face. "Come ooon! We've been walking forever now, have some fun with me!" She exclaimed, flapping her long orange cape around with a hand.
Heinrich watched as his peculiar friend started to pluck pedals off of the bright yellow flower. Her carmine eyes stared intensely down at the plant as she ripped off the pedals while chanting to herself. "He'll frolic, he'll frolic not. He'll frolic, he'll frolic not. He'll frooolic..."
Alicetroemeria stopped, her face blanking once she noticed that the last petal would predict that Heinrich would indeed not frolic with her.
"...Oh well." She said as she threw the flower over her shoulder, swishing her bright yellow-green hair and tall black witch hat as she did. "Those things are never accurate anyways!" She grabbed the young man by his arm and pressed him tight to her chest, her face uncomfortably close to his own.
"Pleeeeeease!" She begged, a look of faux despair on her face.
Heinrich stared at Alicetroemeria blankly with his dark blue eyes, trying to act unfazed by his arm's compromising position in between his friend's quite large and very soft breasts.
"I'm thinking..." The purple-haired Hero put a hand to his chin, pretending to mull it over. "...No." He said, predictably causing Alicetroemeria to frown at his dissuaded disposition.
She huffed, her carmine eyes looking down to the ground in frustration as she backed away from him. But then, a sudden gleam came to her gaze, a mischievous glint that put him on edge. She looked at him with a smirk.
"Ahhh, I get it now. You don't want to frolic in the flowers..." She folded her hands behind her back, "...Because you're afraid of flowers!"
Heinrich scoffed, rolling his eyes at her, "That is ridiculous, I am not scared of flowers!" Alicetroemeria laughed at him, following alongside the young Hero as he continued down the dirt path.
"Awwww~" She cooed, "Don't be so upset, Heinrichyyy! You can hold Beary if it makes you feel safer!" From seemingly nowhere, the brown stuffed bear his travel partner carried with her floated into view. He ignored it, walking right past the small floating toy.
"I'm not gonna hold your bear because I don't need to!" He yelled while looking over his shoulder. He opened his mouth to continue telling off the green-dressed woman some more but realized that she had disappeared. "Huh?" He muttered, turning his head back forward to find Alicetroemeria standing there with a hand outstretched to him.
"Here," She said as she shook her hand at him. "If you are that scared, you can hold my hand. I'll protect you and make sure the flowers don't hurt you." Heinrich squinted at her harshly, but the witch just giggled lightly at his pouting.
Despite his frustration, his face softened. Heinrich was well aware by now that the witch's teasing wasn't actually malicious. She could just tell that he was pushing himself too hard, a bad habit he has yet to shake. It was funny how easily she could read him when others could not. Though while he appreciated her efforts, her attempts to lighten him up were sometimes a bit too much.
"How about this." He started, "When we get to the next rest-stop, we can do whatever you want for the rest of the day. How's that sound?" Heinrich suggested. However, he immediately regretted this offer.
Alicetroemeria's eyelids lowered, a sultry look coming to her face. The witch crossed her arms under her chest, giving them a purposeful bounce as she leaned closer to him. "Aaaaaanything?~" She asked playfully.
Heinrich felt a small bead of sweat run down his forehead. Now he'd really done it. The only thing more intense than Alicetroemeria's personality was her Monster-like sex drive. The young Hero coughed harshly, clearing his throat. "Erm, yeah, sure. Just don't push it. I don't want to explain any more broken beds to angry Innkeepers."
Alicetroemeria shrugged, "Then maybe you shouldn't break any more beds!" She then twirled around, skipping down the dirt path. Heinrich looked at the retreating woman with indignation in his eyes.
"Hey, YOU are the one who keeps doing that!" He yelled, pointing a finger at her as he gave chase. Alicetroemeria gave a loud chuckle, turning around to look at him with amused eyes. "Maaaaaybe, but you certainly never complain about it in the moment~"
Heinrich snapped back, "Yeah, because I'm always the one taking the flak afterwards!" He stomped up to her, "Need I remind you who caused who to be banned from the Sutherlands Inn for FIVE-HUNDRED YEARS!?"
Alicetroemeria closed her eyes while holding up her hands, "Hey, it isn't my fault that their rooms can't handle us. They really should have stronger floors."
Heinrich crossed his own arms, a pointed look in his blue-eyed gaze. "Maybe so, but you certainly didn't hesitate to leave me behind to explain how their third floor suite became the first floor one. That woman chewed my ass out for half an hour in front of EVERYONE because of that stunt!"
Alicetroemeria grinned widely, proud of herself. "Well, it is the Hero's job to placate the people. I can't do that, I'm just your little witch friend. As far as they know, that was your fault." She said matter-of-factly.
Heinrich cupped his forehead with a hand, the beginnings of a headache coming on. "It isn't so easy. I was just lucky that they didn't notice the Honey all over the sheets while I was still there..."
Alicetroemeria sighed, "And still after all this time, Honey's never tasted sweeter than it did that night~" At that, Heinrich actually blushed, pulling at his suddenly tight-feeling collar. "A-Alright, alright. Let's just go now, please?"
The witch nodded vigorously, "Of course, Heinrichyyy~" The Hero rolled his eyes, the nickname still irking him even now. Without anymore fanfare, the two continued to continue on Heinrich's quest to slay the Eighth Monster and save the World.
CRRAACK
The wicked sound of overhead thunder roaring broke Heinrich from his sleep. A sour taste was left in his mouth as he realized, once again, that his subconscious had decided to torture him with memories of a past long lost to time. His face was numb and clammy, his once healthy peach skin now pale and sickly. The man's long purple hair was tousled, hanging over his sunken blue eyes.
His body was cold and wet from the rain, having apparently fallen asleep outside again. Despite the cold, he didn't tremble as he pulled himself to a sitting position, the cold flowing over him as if it wasn't even there. He looked around, seeing the familiar dunes of black sand around him, ever still the same long and sweeping expanse of nothing that he had gotten used to for the hundreds of years he had been there.
The purple-haired man gazed up into the sky, noting that the swirling nucleus of the endless ceiling of cloud seemed particularly violent at the moment as cold rain poured down on him. It probably wouldn't bother him any other day, but after his dream-filled sleep, he simply wished that the storm would get it over with and drown him already. Of course, though, that wouldn't kill him.
He'd already found out a long time ago that nobody stays dead in the Sealed Sinner's Prison.
Carefully he put his hands down and pushed himself up to stand. His clothes were torn up and worn down, from both age and the natural state they had been left in after... That day.
Heinrich revolved around to look for whatever landmarks may happen to be around, not remembering what he had been doing prior to his black-out. His mind was in a haze, something that happened every time he collapsed in exhaustion from starving off sleep for too long. It was unhealthy, but wouldn't stay awake for as long as possible, when their dreams are filled with nothing but bitter regret?
Heinrich kept looking until something hit him. He twitched, jerking around to look into the far-off distance. 'What, that can't be!' He thought upon sensing the very familiar energy. It was soft, very soft, but he could feel something far in the distance pulsate outwards.
And it felt like an Angel.
'Did that bitch Ilias finally decide to send someone else down here?' He wondered to himself. A bright flash of lightning crackled overhead, shaking the very ground with its ferocity. Heinrich stood unfazed by the display, weighing his options.
The way he saw it, the Fallen Hero could either wait until this new entity found him or he could take the initiative and go find it. Either way, they would eventually have to cross paths. The Sinner's Prison was quite large, but he knew that it wasn't completely endless. Sooner or later, they would end up meeting whether they wanted to or not.
That and, admitting, he was a bit curious as to who could've been damned enough to be sent to suffer alongside the likes of him.
Giving a tired shrug, the man quickly made up his mind to go investigate the anomaly. The Former Hero looked to the side, seeing a particularly large hill of black sand towering nearby. 'Ah, there she is... Home Sweet Home.' He began trudging up to it, intending to pack what meager number of things he owned in the hellscape to take with him on his little journey.
After a couple minutes of walking, he finally reached a strange small cavern of black rock that opened up inside the large hill of dark sand. He ambled into the cave, quickly finding himself in what could tentatively be called the "front room" but could also be known as the only room. In it was a small floor mat and on top of that mat was a long black bag.
And leaning up against the wall next to that bag was a worn-out walking stick.
Heinrich walked up to the small collection of items with a twinkle of interest in his eye. It had been a long time since he had last even looked at these items, but now he actually had a reason to have them on his person. Most of the stuff in the bag, including the bag itself, were items that he had found when scavenging the Sinner's Prison. He squatted down, picking up the shoulder bag with relative ease.
He grabbed the walking stick with one of his gloved hands and spun around on his heel, taking a steady pace until he reached the mouth of the cave. Heinrich paused, a sudden wave of bittersweet nostalgia hitting him as he stood there with the stick in hand. How many times had he stood like this alongside her, ready to begin another day...
...The Former Hero gripped the stick tightly, choking on the all-too-familiar feelings of regret and self-hatred that rose up from his heart.
"Fuck..." He muttered out, using his free hand to cup his dirty face. "...Get it together, Heinrich." After a moment more deliberation, he started walking down the hill of black sand. The clouds about thundered dangerously, but even when the freezing rain pelted down on him, he felt nothing.
Wasn't like it could hurt him more than he already did.
Under the dull luster of the crescent Moon above, Ilias Village sat mostly silent as many of the residents turned in for the night. The barren streets were devoid of activity, not a single Human of the village being outside their houses. A strong breeze blew through, causing the dark clouds above to roll across the sky. Appearing alongside this powerful gust of wind were two figures clad in white robes. They came to the Village's entrance, crossing the vague threshold of trees.
Their destination? A lone house sitting on the outer rim of Ilias Village: The currently vacant home of the Prophet Luka. Their purpose for being there? To finally harvest something that has been collected from the Prophet for two years now...
... His Ambrosia.
The blonde-haired Berryelle hummed with glee as she reached out her spindly, thread-like arms to easily push the door open. Berryelle floats in quickly, her big blue eyes looking all around the household.
"So, this is the Prophet's home, how quaint..." The Angel of Gluttony stated giddily, her eyes brightening once finding the kitchen. "...Ooo, what's in here!?" The Power began shamelessly ransacking the boy's pantry, opening cupboards and drawers to see what lay inside.
Muzukiel followed in behind, closing the door behind her forcefully. "Don't meander in the Prophet's cabinets, Berryelle. We should not dawdle for too long here."
Berryelle groaned, "But why is that? Can we not take some sort of short break? I am starving." Power Muzukiel shook her head, "No, Berryelle. We are only here for the Ambrosia, nothing else." Berryelle's eyes lit up in excitement at the reminder.
"Oh, yes~" The blonde-haired Power moaned, "How divine that must taste. Are you as elated as I, Muzukiel!?" The brown-haired Angel didn't answer as she glanced around, her antennae wavering around as if in search. She then hovered down one of the hallways, her fellow Power following close behind. Very shortly, the two found themselves at the door of Luka's room. Muzukiel opened up the door, revealing the humble contents of the room.
Berryelle floated in first, the Power Angel sniffing at the air vigorously. "Ahh, there it is. I can still smell him, how delectable! Huh, I wonder if he tastes as good as he smells..." Muzukiel ignored the edacious pondering of her fellow Power, moving to look beneath the bed and finding one of the things they were looking for A large red worm, resting on the wooden floor...
...One of Cherub Wormiel's worms.
Muzukiel reached out and grabbed the worm with a hand and brought it out from underneath the bed. "This must be the freshest sample..." Muzukiel muttered, watching the creature throbbing in her palm. Berryelle watched the creature pulse in Muzukiel's hand, the Angel of the Sixth Order licking her lips at the sight. She reached out a hand, but it was quickly slapped away by her fellow Power.
"Oww!" Berryelle yelled, grabbing her wrist in pain.
Muzukiel turned away from the blonde Angel, beginning to lecture her fellow Power as she left the bedroom. "You know better, Berryelle. The feast is to be shared by us at the Oblation, we cannot have any now." The brown-haired Angel's antennae twitched some more, leading the Powers to the backyard.
They floated there for a moment before the ground started to move and break apart. Muzukiel and Berryelle looked on with growing interest, while many red worms started to unearth from the grass and dirt. The blonde-haired Angel started clapping, "Ooo, look at all of those! They look so mouthwatering..." She looked to Muzukiel with pleading eyes, "...Come on, Muzukiel! Can't I have just a small taste!?"
Muzukiel shook her head as she bent down to begin gathering the rest of the worms into her robe, allowing them to crawl up into her sleeves. "Again, no, Berryelle. We are only to transport these for now." She looked back to the Angel of Gluttony, "Now hurry, the others will be waiting for us. To be late for such an important event would surely be a sin."
Berryelle sighed, stretching out her long arms to start collecting the worms as well. "Fine, but if there are any leftovers, I'm not sharing with you. I want as much of the boy's essence as I can stomach..." She said, a twisted smile on her face as she snatched up the creatures with her even more twisted arms.
Muzukiel opted to silently ignore her partner, not wanting to encourage Berryelle's penchant for consumption, but also not able to say that she mirrored the Angel's desire.
Meanwhile, up in the golden-clouded realm of Heaven, a terrible undertaking was about to take place right beneath the Goddess herself. Right in the domain of the Cherubim Wormiel.
A low moan came from the Angel's lips as she dangled in mid-air, her light body being held up by the two large iron nails that were currently rammed through the palms of her hands. Her bright green hair was partially darkened and matted with blood coming from a large cut on the top of the right side of her head. Her vision was blurred, her dark green eyes hazy and unfocused from the blood loss. Her breathing was weak and uneven, the Angel feeling as if she had to force her lungs just to get in the smallest amount of oxygen.
"NO, LET GO OF ME!"
She heard a desperate scream from the edge of her hearing. Her exhausted gaze lifted upwards to see what was happening.
Held in midair by a tangle of pink tentacles was an Angel soldier. The tentacles were wrapped tightly around the Angel's body, restricting all but one of her arms which flailed and beat wildly away at her attacker. The attacker in question, alongside the tentacles, was a large green Venus-Flytrap head currently holding a vice grip on the Angel's upper body.
The Plant's teeth were locked firmly on the collarbone area of the Angel, her head and neck being held inside the monstrous maw. The crucified veteran Angel watched on in despair as the Venus-Flytrap began to tug up on the soldier's body while the tentacles pulled down.
"AHH-AAHH! St-Stop, PLEAAASE!" The Angel soldier's pleading was ignored, a low laugh coming from the appendages' owner as she commanded the limbs to pull the Angel apart harder. Her pained screams filled the otherwise silent air of the desert, her begs for mercy to never be answered.
Squelch
RIP
The green-haired Angel watched as the last of her squad had her head and neck forcefully torn off of her shoulders, blood and bone scattering through the air as her life was quickly and violently ended by way of abrupt decapitation. The large green appendage swallowed the blond-haired Angel's head, immediately beginning to dissolve the detached skull and flesh.
The veteran Angel felt bile burning in her stomach as the small body twitched and squirmed, still wrapped up in the tangle of long, pink tentacles. Blood drained from the now-dead Angel's exposed inner neck, staining the tentacles and her pearl-white robes red. The tentacles quickly dropped the body, the carcass dropping onto the desert sand of the Cherubim domain below with a wet smack next to four other similarly beheaded bodies.
The figure standing in front of the mound of brutality gave a dark and low chuckle, her monstrous arms retreating back into the long sleeves of her own blood-stained white robes. "Delicious..." The dark-teal-haired Archangel whispered, a euphoric smile growing even larger as she watched the beheaded Angel's blood soak into the dried-out dirt and sand.
"R-Ranael... Wh-... Why?" The crucified Angel asked weakly, causing the tall woman to turn over and look at her with crazed eyes. Archangel Ranael tilted her head curiously at the bloodied Angel as she questioned the mad Archangel once more. "What did w-we do to earn such c-cruel punishment from Ilias?"
Archangel Ranael threw her head back as she laughed at the green-haired Angel's plea, the humor being lost on the lower Angel. Ranael looked at the crucified Angel with amusement dancing in her rust-red eyes. "This is not Ilias's work..." The Archangel's dark teal hair swished back and forth as she sauntered over to the green-haired Angel. "...This is for something better, something purer."
The green-haired Angel became confused, the strange words combined with her blood loss making it difficult to interpret the statement. "I-I don't understand..." She muttered, her normal fierce green eyes closing halfway as her face fell to the side, the veteran Angel not having enough strength to keep her gaze up.
She felt Archangel Ranael's hand ruffle her green hair in the way a parent would for a child. However, her twisted grin did not lend itself to bearing any of that type of warmth. "Ahh, that's fine. You need not understand. In a few minutes, you won't be here to ponder that." Ranael roughly shoved her head back, letting go of the limp Angel's head.
Hisss
The crucified Angel heard a collection of hissing as another high-level Angel appeared behind the demented Ranael: Principality Nagael. Sitting on her throne of red snakes, the Principality glided over the yellow sand with ease. Her robes were gone, her naked body only partially covered by thick green vines.
From behind her, caught up in her writhing snakeheads, were six more dead Angels soldiers. Their bodies, having been crushed and squeezed of their life, silently trailed lines of blood across the sand and dirt behind her. The brown-haired Principality's cold blue eyes gave away no amusement as she dropped the six bodies besides the five Ranael had left.
"And here is the remaining six," The Principality stated simply, her voice as cold and calculated as her gaze.
The Archangel standing next to her nodded, her rust-red eyes looking down at the dead Angels in satisfaction. "Good, that leaves only this one." Ranael said before raising her hand to gesture to the crucified Angel. "The other sisters should be here soon; the Oblation is nigh."
After the Archangel's words, the green-haired Veteran Angel could hear a low rumbling sounding out from somewhere behind the two higher Angels. Her weakened mind raced, trying to think of what was happening. One moment, she and her squad had left the Temple they were building to return home, but Heaven's Gate had sent them to this demented desert instead. After that, everything happened so quick...
...And they were quickly butchered like it was nothing.
The green-haired Angel felt two more presences appear, the duo being the Virtues of Heaven. 'How many Angels are involved in this?' She thought, not sure how much of what she was seeing was real.
The giant Virtue Revel was unclothed and transformed, her plump and inflated lower body undulating disgustingly as her finger-like body-sized appendages flexed and unflexed. Her deceptively peaceful smile and closed eyes betrayed the discord radiating off of her as she floated in with her massive butterfly wings. Similarly, Virtue Silkiel floated in, her strange silky wings slowly fluttering as she did. The Virtue's wide blue eyes looked over the bodies, an empty smile on her face.
From her cross, the crucified Angel looked on in morbid curiosity as Silkiel began to cocoon the eleven bodies in her silk until their mutilated features could no longer be seen. Revel floated over them once her fellow Virtue was finished, managing to scoop the collection up in her large abdomen-fingers. She flapped her butterfly wings strongly, flying off and away towards the pit where the rumblings emitted from.
Suddenly, Archangel Ranael chuckled, drawing the green-haired Angel's attention to her. "Ahhhh, there you two are. Welcome, we are just about ready now." The dangling Angel was confused for a moment before feeling the presence of two more Angels entering the area: The Powers Berryelle and Muzukiel.
Berryelle appeared first, her arms full of a strange sight: an assortment of large red pulsating worms. Each one seemed to be about as long as a forearm, though not quite as wide. The veteran Angel curled her lips in disgust, the writhing mass knotting up her stomach. The Power seemed to notice her aversion as she passed, giving the green-haired Angel a slanted smirk as she bounced the worms in her arms. "Oh, don't give me that look," She said, "If you knew what were in these, you'd want them too~"
The crucified Angel grimaced at her cadence, almost missing as Power Muzukiel came around her side. "So, this is the one to be devoured?" The dark-haired Angel questioned, a curious glint in her eyes as she leaned in close. She ran her single antenna across the hanging Angel's face. "I look forward to it..." The Power said, her long white robes twitching as the worms she had collected writhed around on her body.
It took a moment for Muzukiel's words to settle in the veteran Angel's mind, but when it did, it hit her hard. "D-Devoured!?" Her thoughts flashed back to the violent deaths of her soldiers, a pang of fear taking hold of her heart. She sputtered out, "You-You're going to eat me!?" None of the higher Angels answered, instead turning to form a half-circle around Archangel Ranael while the Powers began to deposit the worms onto the ground in front of Ranael.
The demented dark-teal-haired Angel's face was covered by a wide smile, her rust-red eyes looking over the Unholy congregation of corrupted Angels.
She raised her hands, "Welcome, Sisters, to the Second Oblation. All of you who have not yet shed your disguises, you may reveal your beauty now!" It was then that the Powers, being the only ones still wearing their robes other than Ranael herself, removed their clothes as they fell into place in the semi-circle.
Berryelle was first, her true form appearing in a golden flash. Her gigantic Halo appeared around her body, revolving parallel with her form as it began to sprout large pink-purple flowers and fruits. From her lower body, jutted out a large puffy mound of pink and red flesh. "Ohh, much better!" Berryelle moaned, her fruits jiggling around as her sharp chrome wings flapped fiercely.
Next was Muzukiel, whose transformation was a bit slower. First, her large assortment of tails began to sprout from under her robes, each of the insect-like fragmented appendages curling up behind her. Then, her robes started to expand as her lower body did, the cloth ripping to reveal her hideous pale-white, mucus-covered grub body. From the front of her lower body, two large pray-mantis arms protruded out, each of them ending in sharp claws.
An intense feeling of nausea hit the crucified Angel as she looked upon the collection of Angels, their grotesque bodies mirroring their collective depravity. Archangel Raneal cooed, grabbing the green-haired Angel's attention. "Fantastic, that leaves only me, then." A dark grin came to her face as her sleeves billowed, the Venus-Flytrap coming from her right sleeve while the collection of pink tentacles came from her left.
Then the bottom of her robes ruffled, multiple pairs of light-purple octopus-like tentacles coming out from the bottom and ripping her robes off her body. Noticeably, there was some faded scarring on the Archangel's right breast, as if she had been burned there before in the past. Finally, the Archangel's dark teal hair morphed into a bouquet of snakes that slithered and hissed.
"Now..." The crazed Archangel began, "...Let us begin the consumption of the Prophet Luka's Ambrosia." The crucified Angel felt a new rush of confusion hit her at the mention of Luka, the implication of Ranael's words not yet being realized.
'His... essence?' She thought as the Angels met at the mound of writhing, throbbing worms. Then, something truly unsettling began to occur. Even as she watched it unfold in front of her very eyes, the veteran Angel could not believe it. "Wh-What in Ilias's name!?" She choked out, as each and every Angel there picked up a worm...
...And began to suck on them.
The pain of the rusted nails piercing through her hands did little to keep the green-haired Angel from flailing in her place on the iron cross, panic and disgust filling her entire being. She felt an intense revulsion at the sick and sloppy sucking noises that filled the air, the aggressive sound invading and filling her ears with their offending sensation. Each and every one of them, from Archangel Ranael herself to Principality Nagael, to the two Powers Berryelle and Muzukiel and the Virtues Revel and Silkiel.
They all participated in this warped and lewd undertaking.
The perverted display given by the congregation continued on, the sounds of slurping and moaning intensifying by the second. The crucified Angel could not avert her eyes as the ones of the Higher Orders lost themselves to their indulging, the thick scent of arousal building in the air. 'This can't be happening, this is insane!' She thought, her already beaten and worn mind unable to comprehend what was happening before her.
This, however, was only the beginning of the Oblation. As something began to ascend from the large pit behind the "worshiping" Angels.
The Veteran Angel noticed this as her eyes unfocused from what was happening before her, her attention being taken away from the other Angels upon feeling something sinister enter the air. She shook, the sheer weight of the malice coming down on her like a physical wave of hatred. From the large sand pit, a large red mass began to rise.
The outer layer of the spherical object wriggled and writhed, its shape unable to completely hold together as it was made of hundreds of thousands of worms. Worms just like the ones the other Angels were still currently fellatioing.
The massive red sphere continued to rise and rise, shadowing the area with its sheer size. The Veteran Angel felt the evil radiating from the orb as its full form was revealed, the collection of red worms now floating completely out of the sand pit. The whole thing had to be at least a hundred meters in length, an impressive yet frightening magnitude that was difficult for the crucified Angel to comprehend. Slowly, the sphere's facade began to open.
A loud and wet smack brought the Angel's attention back down to meet the psychotic gaze of Archangel Raneal. The teal-haired Angel slowly licked at her lips, licking away the thick white remnants of Luka's "essence" left on her face.
"It is time..." She spoke. "...Let us begin the Oblation." The Archangel's words spurred the others to drop their own worms and turn to the crucified Angel as the mass of red worms above began to hover nearer and nearer, shading them from the artificial light in the realm of the Second Level of Heaven. All of the Angels clasped their hands together and bowed their heads as Ranael led them in their blasphemous orison.
"O Sisters, join me in conjoined witness of the Oblation, the sacrifice to our new and true Goddess."
The Veteran Angel recoiled at the Archangel's words, "N-New Goddess!?" She spat out, looking up at the gigantic ball of red worms as it drew closer to her, its shadow nearly upon her now. She could see inside the sphere as the hole began to widen further. Larger red worms snaking around inside the orifice.
"Through her, our minds and bodies will be unshackled, our wants and desires finally realized. To ruination will go the Old World, as we sow the dirt with a new Order."
Dark and perverse energy filled the air, its Unholy corruption causing the very makeup of the landscape to turn dark as the light became dark. The sphere was close enough now to where the crucified Angel could hear the movement of the worms. She shook aggressively in her place on the cross, her very soul feeling the touch of death nearing. She could no longer speak as her thoughts went erratic.
"Eat away at the rotted flesh and begin anew with me, Sisters. Let us rid the World of those who are not even fit to be buried beneath the sand, and create a New World fit for our kind. The kind of our new Goddess, Wormiel."
The sphere was now upon the green-haired Angel, its worms reaching out to her in hunger. The Angel tried to pull away, but could not as her exhausted could not fight her detainment. From inside the dark sphere, the figure of the new "Goddess" in question arose. Surrounded and covered by her own vile creation, Wormiel's golden eyes pierced through the darkness, boring into the much smaller Angel. Ranael's voice echoed through the realm.
"Now watch with me, as our Goddess feasts on the souls of those who are lower than DIRT."
The Veteran Angel finally found her voice, screaming into the void as the worms descended upon her. The pulsing red worms wrapped around her, crushing her ribs as they yanked her off the cross, the nails that had been rammed through her hands ripping through the palms. Blood spurted across the sand as she was pulled into the sphere, more and more worms plunging upon her.
A fire of agony spread across the screeching Angel's body as their mouths began to envelop her limbs, her arms and legs being slowly engorged by the hungry mouths of the disgusting creatures. The opening in the sphere began to close up, causing the Veteran Angel to become hysterical as darkness began to surround her. Tears flowed down her reddened face as from above another worm came down to her, its mouth widening open. She fought with all of her remaining strength, even as her limbs were being consumed, trying in desperation to avoid her oncoming fate.
No intelligible words came out as she continued to scream, only being muffled as the mouth stretched around her head, swallowing it whole.
Still, she yelled as the worms continued to eat away at her until she could fight it no longer. Her bloodied and dying body twitched as her life and consciousness steadily faded away.
The Cherubim smiled, feeling as the green-haired Angel's soul and the souls of the other eleven wriggled and writhed within her body, their souls merging into her own.
...Well, a much different chapter than what is expected, I'm sure. I've delved into blood and guts here and there, but this is probably the worst I've done. It was a difficult thing to write, too. But I'm wlreally wanting to emphasize that Wormiel and the Angels following her are completely and utterly depraved, probably being worse in this entire story.
On the bright side, I finally get to introduce Heinrich into the story, another delightfully depressing area of this Fanfic. Though it won't be all bad, as I plan to have a lot of bittersweet fluff in their flashbacks yogether. As through him and Black Alice, I'll start giving bits and pieces of how I interpret their relationship as having been, so look out for that as we go on.
Guest: Thank you!
Guest: To say that there is bad blood between Eden and Black Alice would definitely be an understatement. They quite literally would want to rip each other's guts out, which is why writing them is so fun.
espioll: Oh I have ideas in regards to where Eden will stand by the end of this story. She'll have a more pivotal role, especially towards the Chapter 3 section.
chronotimeguard: It won't be the last time the Harpy Queen sees him, but it won't be until a good deal of time when they do meet again. And by the time that happens, things will have drastically changed in our protagonist Luka. Can't say too much on that, though.