Losing God's Favour

The Witch’s Curse Reversed: Twisted Rebirth

The first thing Shimon felt was pain.

"D-Damn..."

Not the dull, aching pain of age—but something new, something raw, something that burned through his veins like liquid fire.

His fingers clawed at the stone floor of the Breeding Crypt, the paladin's back arching as his muscles knit themselves back together, his skin shedding decades of decay in a single, agonizing moment.

"Huu..."

He was young again.

But at what cost?

The Price of Corruption

Shimon gasped, the young man's vision swimming as he stared at his hands—no longer gnarled and trembling, but smooth, strong, alive.

"I'm healed!"

His reflection in a nearby puddle of holy water (left behind from some long-forgotten exorcism) showed a man in his prime—sharp jawline, dark eyes, thick black hair.

But when the droplets touched his skin, they sizzled, the scent of burning flesh filling the air.

Shimon recoiled.

"God’s grace…" he whispered, his voice hoarse with realization.

It was gone.

The witch’s curse had been undone, yes—but so too had his divine protection.

Holy relics would scorch him.

Sacred ground would reject him.

He was no longer a servant of Heaven.

But what was he now?

Nero’s Laughter: A Dark Revelation

From the shadows, Nero emerged, the doppelganger's golden eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Look at you," he purred, circling Shimon like a predator admiring its prey. "All that power, locked away for years… and now?"

He grabbed Shimon’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze.

"You’re free."

Shimon snarled, shoving him back—but the moment his skin touched Nero’s, a jolt of pleasure shot through him, his body betraying him instantly.

Nero smirked.

"Ah. So you do feel it."

Shimon’s breath hitched.

He did.

"Shit."

His new body craved demonic energy—hungered for it, like a starving man for a feast.

And Nero?

He held all the chips.

The Summoning: A Last Gambit

Shimon staggered back, the Abyss Hunter's mind racing.

He couldn’t fight Nero as he was—not when every touch, every glance, sent waves of need crashing through him.

But he wasn’t helpless.

Not yet.

The witch’s curse had suppressed his soul—but now?

Now, he could unleash that.

"Y-Yes... I can do it now!! You stand no chance, abyss devil..."

Dropping to his knees, Shimon scratched a symbol into the stone floor—a Tree of Life, its branches twisting into arcane sigils.

"Kwisatsz Hedar Arach"

His voice, when he spoke, was no longer human.

"Tanzil’Uddunya, zeroth form: Legemeton."

The air ripped open.

A silver grimoire materialized before him, its pages flipping on their own, its text glowing with forbidden knowledge.

Nero’s smirk faltered.

"What the fuck—"

Shimon’s eyes burned black.

"Andras. Come forth."

The Demon King Rises

The ground shook.

The Breeding Crypt's shadows flattened against the broken floor.

And from the void between realms, something answered.

Pape Satan, Pape Satan, Aleppe...

A massive figure stepped into the crypt—eight feet tall, his body covered in black feathers, his face a twisted fusion of owl and man, his claws dripping with eternal poison.

Andras, the Marquis of Discord.

Nero bared his fangs, the Doppelganger's incubus instincts screaming at him to flee.

"You dare summon another into my domain?!"

Shimon, still kneeling, smiled.

"I may have lost the Lord's grace," he rasped. "But maybe we just need... to fight fire with fire."

Andras laughed, the sound like glass shattering in a cathedral.

"A fallen exorcist? How delicious." His owl-like eyes locked onto Nero. "Shall we play, little incubus?"

The Duel: Demon vs. Doppelganger

Nero moved first, his claws slashing at Andras’ throat—but the Marquis vanished, reappearing behind him, his talons raking down Nero’s spine.

"FUCK!!"

Nero roared, his demonic blood boiling black as Andras’ poison seeped into his veins.

Shimon watched, the holy paladin's body thrumming with dark energy, his fingers digging into his own thighs just to stay grounded.

*BOOM!*

Every strike, every wound, sent pulses of pleasure through him—his new form drinking in the chaos, the demonic power saturating the air.

Andras grabbed Nero by the throat, lifting him off the ground.

"You are a parasite," the Marquis hissed. A glorified whore. You are not fit to rule this pit."

Nero gritted his teeth, his golden eyes flashing with defiance—

Then shifted, the incubus' body melting into shadow, slipping through Andras’ grip like smoke.

"Wrong," Nero growled, reforming behind the Marquis. "I’m the one who breaks whores."

His claws pierced Andras’ back, ripping through feathers and flesh, his incubus magic flooding the demon king’s veins with pure, devouring lust.

Andras howled—not in pain, but in perverse ecstasy, the demon king's incarnation twisting as Nero’s corruption took root.

"Yesss…" the Marquis hissed, his wings beating erratically. "More…!"

Shimon’s eyes widened.

He was losing control.

The Turning Tide: A Deal with the Devil

Andras threw Nero off, his body swelling with power, his feathers molting into something darker, slicker.

Nero grinned, wiping blood from his lips.

"You see it now, don’t you?" he taunted. "You’re just like him."

His gaze flicked to Shimon.

"Like us."

Shimon’s breath came in shallow gasps, his body burning, the once devoted paladin's cock throbbing with unquenched lust.

He couldn’t deny it.

He wanted this.

The fight.

The pain.

The surrender.

Andras lurched forward, his talons digging into Nero’s shoulders—but instead of tearing him apart, he pulled him close, his beak brushing the incubus’s ear.

"I will have you," the Marquis growled. But not as an enemy."

Nero’s grin widened.

"Then kneel."

Andras chuckled—

Then did.

The Aftermath: A New Apostle

Shimon collapsed, his body spent, the Abyss Hunter's soul realm drained.

He had summoned a demon king.

And that demon king had bent the knee to Nero, his nemesis.

The Osiris Temple had gained a new weapon.

And Shimon?

He had lost everything.

Nero approached, his fingers tracing Shimon’s jaw.

"You tried so hard," he murmured. "But you were always meant to fall."

Shimon closed his eyes.

He expected ****.

"Hmmph!"

Instead, he felt Nero’s cock on his lips.

Hot. Claiming. Addictive.

When they parted, Shimon’s new body was already begging for more.

Nero smirked.

"Welcome to the Temple, Apostle."