Heretic Hunter

If there was one word to describe my state of being, it would be hollow.

My job, as a **** of the Sexy-Knight, or the church really, was to hunt down heretics. I had no say in who I killed. Frankly, I don't think even half of them deserved it.

It is not a state of mind one can bear for very long, but the safety orders denied me the sweet release of madness. So I closed my heart. That was the only possible way forward for me.

I got stronger. Significantly so. With no distractions and only one purpose I honed my craft to a degree far exceeding my normal capabilities.

And eventually, I should achieve one part of my ****.

The Devil let out a shudder as I plunged my special sanctified dirk into her throat and she slumped to the ground.

She was the last to fall on a floor already littered with corpses. Some of them my allies, many more foes.

Then my attention diverted to the women behind her desk who was calmly sipping on a glass of wine.

She was older now, but that did nothing to blunt her sharp gaze. “Good work. You won, Mari Beta.”

It took the better part of a decade. The church had their sights on the head of the Sama Syndicate ever since the Red Night, but even after she was driven from Rasheul it was hard to pin her down.

“One small break in concentration”, she mused. “That was all it took.”

I wordlessly walked closer to her. “You are under arrest. You will be brought to the holy Island to face justice.”

“Are you disappointed?” the head smiled at me. The same smile she showed me all these years ago. “I wager you wish you could kill me with your own hands.”

In truth. I didn’t care much for her. She was the catalyst, the one who **** me into this situation. But I knew deep down, that she was not were I should point my dirks. At any rate I wouldn’t kill her. My orders where to capture her alive. As the culprit behind the **** of two cardinals and the previous holy father, the church needed to make an example out of her.

“Well...” Her smile turned somewhat sly. “As it happens I have no intention of becoming a prisoner, so I will fulfill this wish at least.” She coughed. Next, a violent spurt of blood gushed forth from her mouth. “Cass...Ojou...” She slumped over and that was that.

I heard a throaty, sensual laugh behind me. “Satisfied?”

There on the ground lay the devil. I was surprised that she was still alive, but she was of no threat anymore. Otherwise my orders would have already compelled me to kill her. Instead another directive kicked in.

“Where is Femto?”, I asked. “Where is the witch of miracles?”

The devil shuddered, as if even in her **** throes she received pleasure. “And wouldn't you hate it, if I told you that? Rest assured, both are safe from the likes of you.”

“Nobody is safe from the church.”

“Is that what they make you say? I pity you. Your suffering it is exquisite”, she gasped. “Even among us devils we would struggle to devise such a splendid torment.”

I said nothing. It was unlikely that I could press any information out of her. And she would expire any moment anyway.

“So hollow.” The devil smiled at me. “I wonder how much you would still care, if I told you the truth about your sister.”

“What do you mean?”

But the devil of lust merely laughed. “Just this once I will spare you. “

Then she turned to dust.

My sister. Ceri.

I spared neither her nor my brother much thought. Even now, the mention of her meant nothing.

I left the office just as reinforcement was rolling in.

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“Strip.”

Perhaps as some sort of divine punishment, Sexy-Knight was still the one in control of me. Galmon's do not physically age, and neither do they improve in skill, so she still had that air of immaturity and youthfulness around her.

I could have obliterated her ten years ago. By now our respective strength isn't even comparable anymore. And yet I dutifully stripped naked in front of the scowling Galmon.

“That is a nasty scar”, she said, gently trailing a gash that ran from my left nipple down to my abdomen.

“The devil’s handiwork”, I explained. Naturally the church's healer already did all they could for me. Even so, Sexy-Knight always insisted on this post battle inspection.

Sexy-Knight nodded. “You had barely any scars when we started out”, she mused. “I always tell you to be more careful. It helps us little when you die.”

“That would compromise my fighting style too much. If anything, it would increase my chance of dying.”

“I know. I know.” Sexy-Knight sighed and moved behind my back “No scars here though.” She sighed once more and hugged me.

I stood there motionless.

“Do you still hate us? Tell the truth.”

“Yes”, I replied without a second thought. “If given the chance, I will kill each and every single one of you. And I promise you, one day I will.”

There was a long silence. “I could command you, you know. Command you to...change your mind.”

“You could, but you won't.”

“I won't”, the Sexy-Knight agreed. “Let me at least do this for you.”

I knew was what expected of me as I slowly moved to the bed and lay down. The Sexy-Knight removed her armor and climbed on top of me.

I immediately rammed my manhood inside her.

The Galmon responded with a gasp as I penetrated her well loosened pussy. She never did this with the golden knight I soon learned. And after a few years she even stopped screaming his name.

“Mari! Mari”, she gasped and shuddered in pleasure as I increased my speed. My dick a perfect spear.

Perhaps hollow was the wrong way to describe me after all.

There was a rage burning inside me that had no outlet. The Sexy-Knight must have realized that, as she allowed me to ravage her body on a regular basis.

Was it her penance?

A self inflicted suffering perhaps because she realized the enormity of her sins.

Or perhaps she just enjoyed a good dicking.

It matter little to me.

Day after day I slowly pushed her further.

It was only a matter of time until the Sexy-Knight will stop caring for her “lord”

Only a matter of time until the safety orders no longer apply to him.

And once that happens no Goddess in the world will be able to protect him.

Sexy-Knight End