The start of a new religion

Grace gently flew over the her Lord's city of Othrys, aiming for the area he had been in when he subjugated Cecilia. The memory of his innate aura in those moments made her throb with need, fresh moisture trickling down her lush thighs. She so dearly wished to worship him with her words, her tongue, and her body, but she **** herself to remain focused. For as much as she wanted to bear witness to her god, she remembered seeing other people bowing down of their own volition when he had released his full might. If she'd had the, as far as she was concerned, perfectly justified idea to worship Aires, it seemed logical that others would too. She just wanted to make sure that they ended up as a proper religion rather than a weird cult with distorted ideas.

Just as she had hoped, she found a group of about two dozen people clustered together not far from where Cecilia had been shown her place. Interestingly, they were a mix of Infected and not. The group was clearly split, those without the virus trying to keep from catching it, but they were still in very close proximity. Grace regulated herself to watching and listening for a moment, trying to see what things were like before she interceded. With the volume of the voices coming from the crowd and her own heightened senses, it wasn't hard to eavesdrop.

"...can you not see? It is the Devil himself, come to seduce us into his unholy power! His eyes were as red as his hair, overflowing with malice and evil!" one fearful uninfected woman exclaimed, and Grace had to keep herself from flying down there and impaling the fool for her blasphemy. Thankfully, another woman, this one clearly carrying the Contagion, was quick to argue.

"He is no devil! How can you say such a thing when you have seen him? He can only be called perfection! He broke the shackles of society and brought us freedom! Descending from on high to correct the course of humanity on this earth!"

"The path to Nirvana is revealed for all to see!" another Infected said, causing a number of voices to begin speaking, only to be overshadowed by one man louder than the rest.

"'Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, "Look! God's dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more **** or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.' Do you all not see?! This is Revelations made manifest. God has come down from on high for these last days! His new heaven and new earth are one and the same, where humanity may once again return to their naked state as they were in Eden!" a man in all black exclaimed, holding his holy book in his hand. Some around the group nodded with him, others scoffed. The fearful woman proclaiming the Devil's advent was the first to protest.

"Fool of a preacher, your words fall short of the mark! This is not heaven, but Hell! People fornicating in the streets like beasts, their human bodies warped and twisted into carnal monstrosities, their souls no doubt devoured by the void! They will take all beauty from our world and leave naught but ash and brimstone!!"

"Would you call me hideous?" Grace asked, her slowly beating wings keeping her in the air above the group. Every eye in the crowd was immediately fixed on her and gasps reached her ears. "Am I not beautiful? Would any of you call this body unholy?" She slowly descended, alighting on the ground a few feet away from the crowd. She had already formed what could barely be considered clothing around her body, the thin and meager material the same silver as her hair leaving every inch of her cleavage on display along with most of her skin. Her sex was hidden by a long loose stretch of cloth, as were her arms, but her tight waist and lush thighs were entirely free to be seen. At the sight of her, most of the group were stunned to silence, but the fearful woman pushed through the crowd to kneel in front of her.

"Oh angel, you have been sent to us! To shelter the righteous from this storm of evil. Please, shield me from their evil as you eradicate them for their sins!!"

Though a little amusement threated to bubble up inside her, Grace mostly felt annoyance at this brunette woman's attitude. She, just like all the rest, was still trying to hold on to her past. It was a good thing she had taken notice of this, she thought, or else these people would definitely stay that way, trapped in what was. She put on her best and most regal voice before speaking again.

"I am not here to eradicate anyone. I have been sent by my Lord to show you all the true path, to do his will, and worship him as he deserves."

"Of course, Angel! He offers salvation even to the most lost among us. All glory and praise to our Lord, J-"

"Aires." Grace interrupted the woman before her delusions carried her any further. The woman looked at her with a frozen tongue, her confusion obvious.

"Who?" she asked.

"Aires, my Lord and Divine King. He has decided to make this city his home, capital, and stronghold, and I have taken it upon myself to ensure that he is given the respect and praise he deserves. I saw you all recognize him for what he is, our new god, and knew you would all cling to your previous notions and ideas. So I am here to show you the new truth and instruct you in how best to serve him and his empire of Othrys." Her proclamation resulted in no shortage of confused faces and warry glances. The most drastic reaction was, of course, the woman who had just a moment ago begged her to destroy the rest of the supposed infidels.

"You...you are not a messenger of God! You serve a false divinity, masquerading as righteous and noble! There will be no salvation for you, heathen! You will **** on your own blood as holy retribution smites you and your fraudulent go-urk!" The woman was instantly silenced as Grace extended a hand to her, flaming purple chains leaping out to gag her. The woman struggled with the enchanted length in her mouth with fearful eyes, but Grace just pulled it tighter, the taut links giving no ground.

"The only thing I'm going to be **** on is my god's cock, after which he'll probably smite me up my ass until I pass out from pleasure," the angel hissed at the woman, darkness burning in her eyes. The brunette ceased struggling when she saw the danger in Grace's eyes, for the first time tasting true fear. "I am not here to bring judgement or **** anyone into something they do not desire. Rather, I merely wish to give the one who saved me what he deserves. He is not a god as you imagine one, but far more. He controls and guides us, those among you carrying his blessing already know this. The whisper in your minds, telling you his wishes for you."

"It tells me to **** my daughter! Your god would have us sodomize our children?!" one Infected called from the crowd, his voice trembling, but Grace shook her head.

"My god only encourages you, that desire is within you all on its own. He would only have you bless her as you have been blessed. Besides, who among you has heard the voice of the being you worship now?" Nervous mumbles and deferred glances gave their answer. "My god speaks to me always, is always with me. He does the same for each and every one of those who follow him. Perhaps not all hear him, but all are guided by him. And for those who listen to him, who serve him willingly and with all they are, he offers the sweetest of rewards. What your gods withhold, mine grants easily: youth, power, strength, and vitality to your last moment. Not to mention a liberation and freedom of a particularly wonderful kind." Her hand traced down her curves, pulling every eye in the crowd with it, over her heavy and proud breasts, down her sinuous waist, and across wide hips to the hidden valley between her legs. "He makes good on his promises, is strong enough to back up his words with actions, and wants to create a utopia of sex and freedom for everyone. How can you call that wrong?"

"Sex is evil!!" suddenly exclaimed the formerly gagged woman, who had somehow managed to free herself. "It turns men into beasts that see women as nothing more than playthings! The world she offers is not only a lie, but an imagined one! This demon's harlot has no proof but her words, and even those fall short!"

"You want proof? 'Words without actions are dead'?"

"Yes, exactly. And when you can do nothing in the light of the Lord, you and your false master will be cast down into the deepest hellfires!!" the woman screamed, even more worked up than before, if such a thing was possible. Grace just rolled her eyes and looked back at the crowd, who clearly didn't know what to think. Eyeing the man that had talked about his daughter, she called out to him.

"You, you said your daughter hasn't been infected yet?"

"N-no, my wife and I were, but we told her to stay in her room and not come out. She's still safe," he said nervously.

"Good, let's go there then. If you will not believe me, you will believe your own flesh and blood." Uneasy and eager for some course of action, the crowd murmured their agreement, though the brown-haired woman continued to mumble under her breath. The man's house was luckily nearby and they all arrived within a few minutes. As they approached the door, Grace saw a raven-haired woman in a white dress come out and saw that the man wasn't lying about his wife. Her pretty, round face, straight black locks, expressive green eyes, swollen lips, and the enormous tits that were pressed in and up by her dress left no doubt. Even if it had, the way she seemed to be trying to free her wide ass and big boobs from her tight clothing would have be damning.

"Baby, you're back!" she exclaimed once she saw her husband, throwing herself into his arms and pressing her body to his. "It's been a long couple of hours without you..." she crooned, far from subtle and nibbling on his ear.

"Stella, stop, please, we have company. We can do this later," the man said, trying to push his wife away, despite both his and her reservations.

"What if we did it now? I don't want to share you, but I don't really care if they watch." The man was completely thrown off by his wife's sudden openness and would have continued to flounder if Grace hadn't stepped in.

"Stella, I'm afraid you're going to have to wait; I need your help with something before we leave you to your husband. He says your daughter is in her room and isn't infected yet, is that right?"

"Yeah, Beatrice is still here. I think she's getting really antsy though, pretty sure her vibrator is dead by now." The woman in white continued to grind up against her husband her dress riding higher and higher.

"Where's her room?" Grace asked, striding inside with no opposition.

"Upstairs, first door on the left. Come on, baby, how about a little fingering to hold me over? Just two fingers?"

"David, control your wife! Can't you see she's acting like a harlot? Even if she is beyond saving, she should have some respect!" the brunette woman interrupted as Grace made her way to the second floor, still able to hear every word from downstairs.

"Clearly you've never had a fire in that dried up cunt of yours, Stephanie," Stella said flippantly, eyes closed and smiling softly as her husband at least groped her ass, just like he had when she had first come home infected and horny. "You'll be a prude to the end, but I bet there's a total cockslut in there somewhere."

"You hussy!" the eternally outraged woman exclaimed before Grace stopped listening. Coming to the door she was searching for, Grace knocked gently and waited. Her keen ears heard a bit of shuffling before the door opened a little, just enough to see a dark brown eye peeking out.

"You're not my parents," the girl inside said directly and Grace smiled a little. It seemed this woman would be easy to deal with.

"No, they're downstairs."

"Not fucking for once. If they were, I'd be able to hear my mother's screams. As **** as Dad is, apparently he's a really good lay."

"Want to see just how good?" the angel asked. The eye peering out of the room squinted with suspicion.

"Not especially. If I did, I'd have gone down there and bent over a while ago."

"You've thought it over."

"Who wouldn't when they're surrounded by victims of a sex virus? I'm not stupid, I know what happens and what will inevitably will happen to me; I'm a practical woman."

"Then as one practical woman to another, I've got an offer for you. I need some help showing a few holdouts of the old world how the new one works. You help me with that and I'll make sure you have a place in it," Grace said, leaving it concise and to the point. There were a handful of seconds of silence before Beatrice answered.

"I'd have to get infected," she said matter of factly. Grace nodded and didn't elaborate. "Would I become like her? **** and thirsty nonstop?"

"No, I have a purpose for you. I need you more than your mother for that."

"And what is it?"

"I'm serving my Lord and ensuring those who wish to worship him do so in the proper way. He deserves as much. I will be his high priestess, but I cannot do everything myself. Help me tear down some fools' delusions and I'll make you one of my priestesses."

"....what exactly would I have to do?"

"Seduce your father. Make him cum. Show him that the voice in his head knows and wants what's best for him. Show him and all the others how foolish they are to think my Lord is anything less than a god worth worshiping. I'll take care of the rest." Grace's voice dipped into darkness for a moment before regaining its beautiful lit and Beatrice shuddered at the change. For all the skepticism she held, she knew that tone was dangerous and hoped she would never be on the receiving end of it.

"You don't care how I do it?" she asked, meaning the method of seduction.

"So long as he caves, no. My Lord tells him to throw you down and **** you. Deep down, it's what he wants to do. Make him accept it and I'll hold your end fulfilled." Beatrice looked through the gap in the door in silence for a handful of seconds before closing it. Grace waited another few seconds and wasn't disappointed. The bedroom door opened, revealing a woman that looked much like what Stella must have before she contracted the Contagion. Pretty, but no beauty, with pert, pointy breasts and slightly curly black hair. Her skin had a tone that spoke of some measure of Asian heritage and her bottom fit the image, small and firm.

"Either be stubborn and eventually fuck my dad once I go crazy or fuck my dad and get rewarded for it. I'm not so much of a coward that I can't see the obvious choice. Where is he?"