A token of apreciation

Recently, but at the same time so long ago you were sent on a mission to a nunnery in the outskirts of town. A mother superior had stumbled upon an ancient grimoire that promised a protection ward for the children. In the tome references were made to the mother of the savior as the channel of this power. The mother superior mistook the text and though she would be placing her flock under the protection of the Virgin Mary when in reality she was selling their souls to the great Lilith herself.

Your investigation had ended badly for the mother superior and three of her sisters. You had arrived just in time to prevent the opening of a portal between earth and one of the coldest parts of Hell. The nuns were saved, the mother superior laid six feet underground and the grimoire was back where it belonged in a safe locked down deep below the archives of the DSD.

You land in a small dark alley not so far from the nunnery and morph back to your human form. You invoke a set of clothes and step into the light. You knock on the door.

“Good evening,” you say to the face that appears in the small opening in the door.

“Oh Agent Kai! How nice of you to drop by,” the old Friar tells you, “why don’t you come in.”

As soon as you step in the nunnery you start feeling uncomfortable. You turn to the friar and rip his throat out. You could drink his blood but you don’t want to stuff yourself on lousy blood. With the wave of your hand you destroy the light bulbs of the entrance and let the man bleed out in the darkness. Considering the hour you suspect that most of the nuns must be in their cells but you know for a fact that the new mother superior, an old pious woman sent from the Vatican to bring back this flock in the lord’s benevolent light is still awake in the chapel praying.

You cast a protection ward against yourself and step into the holy place. The presence of the icons hanging on the walls makes you uncomfortable but you manage to walk to the kneeling silhouette. You start murmuring the words.

“My lord Satan, lord of the underworld…”

The sacrifice of the old woman on the altar finishes desacralizing the place. You lick some of the blood that splashed over your face and step out of the Chapel. The trap has been set.

The first three cells you visit succumb to your corrupting power in a matter of minutes. The fourth opposes some resistance but soon you have the young Asian catholic on her knees licking at your pussy and gorging on the sweet nectar of perversion. You find the fifth and the sixth together, already on the path of Damnation. You make swift pass at them gorging on their blood and soul. The seventh is a bit harder to convert, extremely pious you remember her from the first time you had come here. Exposed to the cold depths of hell she managed to repel a minor demon with the only **** of her faith. When finally your fangs rip her skin and your claws rip her soul you feel a tremendous surge of power, a direct connection with the dark lord.

Behind his throne of filth you can feel your Lady Grace, she looks at you, she talks to you.

“Jodi,” she tells you, “yesterday you failed me but tonight you have redeemed yourself. Each soul you take is another jewel for me to present to our Lord. Jodi you will take each and every soul in this convent and you’ll be forgiven.”

Your mistress has seen your potential and she has given you a chance. You take it. Soon the halls of the nunnery resonate with the sound of your dark devotions. Later, much later after having visited each and every room of the old building you go back to the Chapel. Half a dozen nuns have found refuge in the shadow of the cross.

“Good evening ladies.”

The young nuns tremble in fear as you step in the holy place in your true demonic form and covered in their sisters’ blood. Fucking them one at a time and feeding them your blood, you commune with them making them your minions, your faithful slaves.

You step out of the convent in the morning light. The sun rays burn your flesh as you fly away but pain is pleasure and your Lady Grace is proud of you.