POV switch: Pleasure pets dont have it easy

***AUTHORS NOTE: The sex scene ENDED in the last chapter ('The fiends rose up from their positions and began to walk away [...]') and now a new, completely separate scene happens***

Blazing like the morning sun, Tomoko Sakurai, the Hero of Light, entered the inner sanctum of the dark temple. Before the priests could do more than raise the weakest of magic wards, she began to sing. Not an ordinary song, but a holy hymn, infused with the purest of light magics.

UNIQUE SKILL: HEAVENLY SONG
Empowers the already strong holy magic imbued into the user’s voice to a new level, instantly killing all dark-based creatures that do not surpass the user in magic power. Can be used to strengthen the song of a heavenly choir.

The five slavegirls that had been walking away from the altar collapsed immediately, and a few priests as well, but only the weaker ones. The rest were demons, and empowered by the dark magic of their sacred temple and their wards, they were able to overcome the effects of Tomoko’s heavenly song. The only man in the room that didn’t require wards, the only greater demon, was the head priest, now fallen to his knees from laughter, still cackling maniacally without a care for what happened around him.

The surviving dark priests attacked the hero all at once, drawing their ceremonial daggers and infusing them with deadly dark magic. One cut with the inherently poisonous metal was sure to kill a person slowly, given time. But with the strong dark magic, further empowered by the temple, their devil blood, and the grace of the Dark Twins, any living creature coming into contact with the blade was sure to quickly and painfully crumble into dust! Even a hero of light couldn’t possibly block half a dozen attacks at once!

But it was useless.

Tomoko didn’t even need to block the daggers. As soon as the blades made contact with her skin or armour, or even her hair, her golden aura pulsed even more brightly, cancelling the dark magic. The attacks that hit her skin didn’t even penetrate, breaking against her seemingly so soft and supple flesh. She was utterly immune to any ordinary physical attacks, and almost immune against magic. Not to mention her own great knowledge and power concerning the arcane arts.

She sighed. Would these nuisances ever end? She had already killed countless Fallen on her way here, demons and fiends alike. The latter were often slaves and she had hoped that they might go on to serve under the light, living in everlasting repentance for their sin of having been born. Or at least, she wanted to give them a quick ****. But no. These silly creatures could just not comprehend that their dominance was over, their right to rule their lands independently, revoked.

Faster than the demons could even blink, Tomoko drew her rapiers. With swift, fluid movements, she cut apart the priests surrounding her, drawing first silvery, then crimson arcs in the air. Even after they were already dead, it took the bodies a few seconds to collapse, so brutal, yet precise had the hero’s attacks been. She looked with disdain to her blades, covered in filthy Fallen blood. Now, there was just one left before she could rejoin her comrades and get out of this place!

With light steps, she passed through the room, easily stepping over the corpses on the ground, until she stood before the still-chuckling head priest. As he didn’t react to her presence, she decided to simply end it and thrust her blade right through his chest. He coughed blood and looked up at her, smiling.

“The ritual failed.” He whispered breathlessly.

Tomoko smiled pitifully at the greater demon. He must have lost his mind if he was happy about that.

“That’s great news.” She said honestly. Nothing better for her than a dark ritual failing.

“Nohohoho…” he laughed, only stopping to vomit more dark blood. “There can only be one dark champion. The ritual was flawless, yet failed. That means-”

Tomokos’s eyes widened with shock as she understood his implication. She withdrew her rapier and severed his neck with a single, swift strike.

“…the dark champion… is already…amongst…us.” were his last words, as his corpse hit the ground.

The hero looked around.

The temple chamber in which she stood was finally empty. Or rather, empty safe for the corpses of her foes, littering the ground. The army of light, led by her, had come past this holy site dedicated to the Dark Twins on their long way back from the heart of the Demon Kingdom of Vyan’far. It had been over a year since she slew the hated Demon King, and she was more than happy to be finally returning to friendlier regions.

Unfortunately, slaying the Demon King was not a guarantee for peace, not with all these radical groups still around. Priesthoods, lords, cities, and even civil organizations! Some of them were worse than others, ranging from the simple, yet dangerous belief that Fallen should be allowed to self-rule all the way to blatant hatred for the Chosen. All of them however rejected the Treaty of Zela’tar that stipulated the harsh terms of their surrender, many even going so far as to call it a stab in the back by the surviving, weak aristocracy. And hence, they had to be culled, a task that fell to the Army of Light, since Vyan’far barely had any forces of its own left.

Tomoko shook her head. All this bloodshed for the right to rule their lands themselves. As if they wouldn’t immediately give their newfound ‘freedom’ up to another autocrat… She held no delusions; information travelled slowly in this world. It was quite possible that a new ruler had already ascended the throne.

She took a long step over the puddle of blood forming around the body of the head priest as she turned to exit the chamber, a sanctum as the Fallen called it. Just as she stepped past the altar, she heard faint sobs. The hero looked for the source of the sobs. One of the blue, fiendish slavegirls had survived her heavenly song!

Tomoko sighed. She wasn’t quite sure how the petite fiend had been able to withstand her magic-infused voice, but she sure wasn’t going to last. Maybe it had something to do with the symbols all over her body…

Infusing magic into her voice, Tomoko began to sing again. It was a different hymn now, and she sang it not unto a wide area around her, but focused at the lone slavegirl, blasting her with all the magical might she could conjure. The girl let out a blood-curling scream, even louder than the magical song.

But she didn’t die.

The hero fell quiet. Something was off about this fiend. She slowly moved closer, but the slavegirl didn’t notice her. She was simply in too much pain.

Tomoko examined her more closely: Just how was she still alive? When she came closer, she could feel an enormous heat emanating from the blue fiend’s body. Then she noticed it: The symbols were no tattoos, and they had not been there before either. No, the fleshy-red glyphs running down the girl’s spine all the way to the sensitive base of her tail were brand new. Not only that, they were also in ancient celestial, the language of angels!

Like any language, celestial had many variations, the most ancient of which were nowadays only used for religious purposes, to worship the light gods, that is. It was absolutely inconceivable for a Fallen, not to mention a Fallen temple ****, to be marked with symbols like these! Thankfully, like modern-day infernal and its simplified dialect, demonic, were derived from ancient infernal, the universal language of the Chosen, common, was derived from ancient celestial. And as such, Tomoko could understand the general meaning of these symbols.

They seemed to be part of a prayer, offering repentance in exchange for absolution. She knew this prayer, Tomoko suddenly realized. Or at least a contemporary version of it. It was called the ‘Litany of Pain’, an ancient and almost forgotten psalm to ask for forgiveness for the gravest of sins, like that of being born a Fallen She knew this, because she had looked for ways of salvation for Fallen. But it had had proven meaningless, as barely any fallen was even willing to entertain the thought. They preferred ****.

Mere moments ago, she had wished that she didn’t have to kill all the fallen so violently. And her wish had been granted by divine miracle, taking the form of this petite slavegirl, apparently blessed by the gods to withstand her heavenly song! And not only that, the last symbol, placed directly on the sensitive skin at the base of the girl’s tail, was the sigil of the archangel ariel, the lion of heaven!

Tomoko reached for the fiend’s hands, hanging limply beside her torso, and took it gingerly in hers. The find didn’t resist in the slightest. The hero could now see that there were even more glyphs carved into her blue skin: Besides the series down her spine, there was one on the back of each hand and foot, one on each of her buttocks, and one in the middle of her chest, above her breasts. To test her hypothesis, the hero began to hum another holy hymn and watched with glee as the glyph on the girl’s hand began to glow and heat up again, causing the fiend to cry and scream as her flesh was burned anew. The hero stopped humming.

“Shhhhhh, it’s okay now. I don’t want to hurt you.” Tomoko comforted the girl in demonic, gently hugging her to her pillowy chest, careful not to touch any of the burns. “You’ll be a good girl for me, right?”

The slavegirl just nodded weakly. She looked like she might have agreed to anything at this point. But Tomoko didn’t care. She was just so happy that she didn’t have to kill everybody in this temple, that she found someone she could save. A diamond in the dirt.

“What’s your name?” Tomoko asked softly.

“Hypathralia, miss.” Answered the petite fiend.

“Oh, what a long and unwieldy name, so typically Fallen! How about I call you Hypa, would you like that?” the hero asked. The blue girl just nodded.

Looking her new pet over, Tomoko also noticed something else. She saw it in the mirrors first, a silvery glint between Hypa’s legs. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a series of welded-shut silver rings through both outer labia, effectively preventing anything more than a dainty girl’s thin finger from entering her. She was utterly incapable of receiving vaginal pleasure… maybe of receiving pleasure at all. The little blue fiend’s only purpose in live was to pleasure others with her warm, wet mouth and tight little ass, without ever receiving anything in return…

Although she would never admit to it, a damp spot formed in Tomoko’s panties at the thought, and she decided that Hypa would at least keep her piercings, chastity seemed fitting for a repentant fiend.

“Come now Hypa, we have to get going!”

Together with her find, Tomoko made way out of the temple again. Her party was still fighting, leading their troops. Her friends. Her comrades. Even here, deep within the heart of the temple, she could hear the clear voice of Archbishop Elmeria Levantine, the Songstress of Heaven, leading the heavenly choirs. She possessed the same heavenly song skill as Tomoko but used it much more strategically. And of course, every syllable that could be heard, made her new fiendish pet cry out in pain.

The only other sounds that was loud enough to occasionally interrupt the heavenly songs, were the explosions triggered by Citrinas. The Arch-Imago was leading the caster regiment in their bombardment of the enemy. But to be perfectly honest, her destructive power alone was more than equal to all the other casters combined. She just couldn't unleash spells the scale of nuclear weaponry on a battlefield like this. Tomoko shuddered. When she woke up in this world, in this body after dying in her old, she would have never expected to see destruction on the level of tactical nukes again. But here it was.

The two girls passed through the long, eerie corridor that led to the sanctum. It seemed much bigger than it really was, with giant, clear mirrors covering its walls. Some showed her real self, a small and dainty, yet fit girl, in a white and red, light armour. She had long blonde hair with pointy, elfin ears peaking out below it, betraying her elven blood. Her big blue eyes, pouting lips and generally unnatural beauty underlined that notion further. Some even said, she rivalled the gods themselves. But there she also attributes that belied the human half of her heritage, like her round ass, and full, D cup breasts. Elves normally weren't so curvy.

Other mirrors tried to trick her, showing her image as a warped illusions, blue skin, stubby horns, and delicious curves. They showed her as a succubus. For Hypa beside her, it was the opposite: The magic mirrors showed her to look like a human, or at least somewhat like a Chosen.

As they walked through the labyrinthine hallways, they encountered Amazon Queen Alkadabuki’s warriors. Alkadabuki was a fearsome woman, a foe nobody wished to encounter on the battlefield. She was utterly immune to any non-magical, that is to say, physical damage. And she could shrug off 90% of magical damage too! Not to mention her incredible regenerative abilities… She might not even come close to the pure destructive power of Citrinas or Elmeria, but she was almost unkillable.

When Tomoko exited the temple, she could see a massive, midnight black dragon circle in the sky. There were still small battles and skirmishes being fought, and occasionally the shadow dragon dived down and bathed her foes in deadly black flames. Her name was Runa Ruya, the Redeemed. She was the daughter of the late Demon King, who joined the hero’s party to defeat her father and now continued her repentance by serving in the Army of Light. Unlike her new pet Hypa, Ruya (she used her surname first like it was draconic tradition) had already redeemed herself in the eyes of Tomoko, Elmeria, and the rest of the world by bringing down her father. But she herself still seemed to still doubt that at times…

As The hero and her new pet entered the main plaza before the temple, Ruya descended from the skies and assumed her human form. She was a true dragon, which meant that she had both a massive draconic and a human-sized, humanoid form, although she was massively weakened in the latter. Her real power could only be seen in her dragon form, which also granted her many immunities and an impossibly high speed of thought, it was almost as if time was slowed down for her.

“Elmeria. Citrinas. Alka. Ruya.” Tomoko called out to her friends telepathically.

“Yes?” Answered Elmeria.

“What is it?” asked Citrinas.

“You know we're still busy, right?” interjected Alka.

“Can I help you with anything?” chimed Ruya.

“I just cleared out the inner chambers of the temple, including the sanctum. The priesthood won be a problem anymore, but…” reported the hero, her thoughts trailing off.

“But?” questioned Alka.

“They had just performed a ritual to summon the dark champion. And it failed. The head priest seemed certain that this means the dark champion has already been summoned successfully.” Tomoko concluded.

“You mean to tell us the ritual one year at the Demon King’s palace in Zela’tar was successful?!” Elmeria inquired incredulously.

“I knew it! I fucking told you I felt an enormous surge of dark magic!” bellowed Citrinas through the telepathic connection.

“Now now, calm down.” Scolded Elmeria. “Listen Tomo-chan, I believe you, I really do, but don’t you think it’s a possibility that he lied to you? We never found a dark Champion after that ritual, not even close. And even assuming that one had been summoned and we just overlooked him, shouldn’t he have perished alongside the other rebellious Fallen?”

“I… I don’t know.” Tomoko said insecurely. “But the priest didn’t look to be lying. We have to take the possibility into account that the dark champion isn’t some mindless beast, but a careful strategist, hiding underground in another kingdom, in a dungeon or something like that, perhaps.” She added with growing confidence.

“Well then, what would you have us do?” asked Ruya.

“I want to search the lands far and wide, the entire continent if necessary. Until we find him, and kill him.”