A church choir

Sal wandered through the city, looking for some bad girls on his list. It wasn't that successful as he could only find one of them, a business lady who was mobbing her secretaries. Now she was no longer the boss but the company's fuckslave, who was pumped full of cum most of the time. She probably would be knocked up before too long.

He was getting hungry and the feeling that some good girls needed to be taken of the Old Man's list was slowly coming to his mind. Then he suddenly heard singing and it was making him shiver. It was sweet, innocent voices, singing songs praising The One Upstairs. It was making him sick and he looked around, trying to find who was singing and causing him pain.

His eyes fell onto a church on the other side of the street and he realized the songs were coming from there. Should he really enter this place and see what he could do about this singing? The pure innocence was making him feel hot and horny and so he wandered over the street, almost causing a crash, before entering the church.

It was mostly empty but in the front, he could see a group of maybe twenty young women singing. They looked young but Sal's skilled, and demonic, eyes quickly confirmed that they were all ready for the harvest. He grinned as he stepped further. The girls were wearing robes and clearly training for a Christmas mass, praising The One Upstairs. Darkness was slowly crawling up the walls as he got closer. Normally this would've been a stupid, even dangerous, thing to do, entering such a holy place. But now, in the days of his high power, he could risk it. And he was sure he wouldn't leave the place with those girls being as innocent as they looked now.

As he was coming closer, he mustered them a bit more. Most of them had tied their hair into ponytails, some had shorter hair. But there was even one, which felt a bit kinkier than the others, who had an undercut on one side of her head.

He licked his lips as they started to sing the next song. They were all just above eighteen, the oldest of them going into the early twenties. Ripe, innocent souls which would be corrupted before the day ended.