Day Two: Changes

Clare stood up, and gave herself a once over, externally and internally, for one, she wasn't hurt, the cuts on her hands from grabbing the blade, gone, any bruises or possible broken bones from the crash, gone, her 15 inch demonic-ish cock, gone, demonic taint, gone, darkness... still going strong. "Thank you, Goddess, i am not certain how i pulled off what i did with that sword, but i know if not for you intervening and causing the Nephilim to lose momentum, i wouldn't have made it. And thank you, for purging me of the demonic taint within me."

The Goddess smiled, but it wasn't the same warm welcoming smile she had gotten somewhat used to seeing from her godd-- from Naya, this smile was more strict and more sad, almost as if it was a heavy burden to give her that smile. "You are welcome Clarissa, unfortunately, the darkness within you was too strong for me to be able to purge it all, but at the very least you now have no fear of turning into a demon any time soon, unless it is of your own choosing."

"Now, for why i stopped the Nephilim, see, this is my Cathedral, once it was a Cathedral built for the sole purpose of serving God, and i was a faithful servant in this cathedral when i was human, however, after i ascended and became a Goddess, this Cathedral became a temple to me, and it is a sacred place where all who have faith, and hope, are to be safe and welcome, even those like you, overcome by darkness."

Clare caught on to the part where Seraphi said "when i was human" and her mind started racing, analyzing, trying to think of what might have happened to make a human a goddess. Clare decided she would ask the goddess more about this, as she was immensely curious, and more than a little intrigued. "Goddess Seraphi, might i ask what you meant by "when i was human" ? does that mean there is a posibility for humans to become gods?" As a goddess no one would be able to bully her, to subdue her or even lie and cheat her, she'd be the one with power, just like her goddess, Naya.

Seraphi dropped her smile and looked at Clare a lot more seriously than she had so far, her facial expression changing from kind to a thousand times more strict and serious. "Yes, Clarissa, humans can become gods, however, a human capable of becoming a god only appears once every five thousand or so years, and even then there is no guarantee they'll ever be able to ascend. Enough about that, there is no need for you to concern yourself with such matters as you are now."

Groggily and unsteady, the Nephilim awoke and began to rise, but quikly fell to his knees with his head bowed down as he saw the Goddess standing before him. "My Goddess, Seraphi, i have failed you, please forgive me of my quick judgement and--" Seraphi looked scornfully towards the Nephilim, "It is not me to whom you should be apologizing, Nephilim, nor is there anything i should forgive you for, as it is not me you have done wrong, but young Clarissa, and her sister Kyrah. They came here with hope and faith, seeking to receive a blessing and to be purged, and they are met with judgement and an intent to kill."

Clare felt something stirring within her while looking at the Goddess in front of her chastising and reprimanding her servant, it wasn't the usual feeling of wanting to dominate, or even be dominated, it was something more.. something akin to longing. Longing, yes, a longing to have the kind of power, and the kind of position the goddess in front of her had, and more than anything, she was longing to become powerful enough to make this Goddess long for her, for her and Naya, yes, one day, she would take this goddess and make her submit. And Clare realized then, that the old Clarissa was gone, the weakling who would simply go through life and take all the crap that was thrown her way. At this realization, she felt power explode within her, dark, delicious power, and in her mind a slow, building chuckle could be heard. Clare's connection to her Goddess had been restored, even within these walls, and in front of the Goddess of this Cathedral.

Clare couldn't hold it anymore, she just felt so good, so free, so powerful, and then what started as a slow chuckle, became a loud and outright laugh, a laugh that most people would describe as insanity, and some would likely categorize as evil, but to Clare, it simply meant one thing, she knew what she would choose.