The Saviour of Silverton

Callisto woke up the next morning in a blissful state, with Tandy's right arm draped across her chest and right knee on her waist. The bed covers had long ago been discarded and she let herself simply enjoy the feeling, the kind of love she'd never known, drinking it all in, as she waited for her lover to rise. Tandy was not afforded such bliss, however. Instead, she was startled awake when one of the priestesses barged in, seeing them in their nakedness before abruptly turning away and muttering apologies.

'Shit,' Tandy shouted, quickly getting to her feet and fleeing the room, likely in search of the woman who'd just seen them.

Callisto, for her part, was not startled. She was beginning to think and feel like an angel, or at least something more befitting her level of power. She was learning to shed her insecurities and anxieties. She could read someone's thoughts and much more with her God's Eye, she could manipulate their perception of her with her Warmth, along with many other things. There was no going back, she told herself. This was her life now and there was no point pretending otherwise. She rose to her feet and crossed into the bathroom. Whatever chaos was erupting outside, she was blissfully ignorant of it for the next few minutes as she bathed.

Yesterday, she'd struggled to know how to wash her wings but today it came to her intuitively. The longer she remained in this world, the more comfortable her form became and the more she seemed to know her true self. The person she used to be seemed ugly and alien and she felt a lot of those memories slip, happily, into nothingness. She did not know who was responsible, Ariel or those Dark Sisters, but she did not much care. She was thankful, either way. When she was washed and dried, she lingered briefly to admire her face in the mirror.

Even her cat's eyes felt normal and natural to her now, as well as her fangs. She made a face at herself and growled playfully, before leaving. She armoured herself with a thought and took Tandy's nightgown with her as she marched into the aftermath of a blazing row between a few of the girls.

Tandy snatched her clothes up and ran off, with tears in her eyes, leaving her with the disapproving gaze of the black-haired woman she now knew was named Steph. 'You've got that girl into a lot of trouble, you know?' Her God's Eye told her that Steph was sincerely concerned but ultimately incurious.

'The trouble has nothing to do with me, and everything to do with your temple.'

Steph's jaw flexed in response, as she fumed, 'I don't have the power to drive you out but I think it would be best for everyone if you left.'

'Yes,' Callisto said, hiding her anger, 'I have demons to kill.' With that, she left the temple and took off, flying high up into the sky, to survey the town and its surroundings. There were no orc bands for quite a few miles but she was still able to hone in on a dark presence. She flew there, doing loops and spins as she went, still excited by the novelty of flight. Once she'd descended into the woods, she was able to see it more clearly. It was a cave, the entrance hidden by a mound of her earth which she blasted away with fire.

Her God's Eye told her it was a goblinoid dungeon, filled with nasty little green monsters and their foul pets. For an hour, she lost herself in **** and the beast approved as she dismembered and beheaded her way through dozens if not hundreds of them. At a certain point, it almost became a blur as she blinked forward and across at the speed of light, pre-empting and evading any strike from their makeshift spears, and cutting them down one after another. She felt herself growing stronger in small, but noticeable, increments, with every life she took.

Navigating the labyrinthine layout of the place was easy, using the power of her God's Eye, and soon enough she found herself in the belly of the beast, where the dungeon master resided. A goblin, about half a foot taller than most of his kin, sat on a crude throne fashioned from wood and bones, with a grotesque distended stomach and a crown atop his head, likely stolen. He did not seem suitably terrified but nor did he move to attack her, so she decided to reason with him.

'Give up your prisoners and I'll let you live.'

The goblin king glanced up at her, then, with deadened grey eyes, before hefting up his belly to reveal a hideous green member, twice the size of his forearm. 'Give up my prisoners?!' he bellowed, 'I have need of them!'

She shot him a glare of disgust before closing the distance in a flash and splitting his belly open. Putrid black blood, the same kind her wings were likely stained with, gushed forth and he howled in pain. He was silenced soon thereafter, as she put him out of his misery with a swift beheading.

She then knew what she needed to do, though it gave her pause as she descended into the breeding chamber behind the throne room. Her heart sank once she saw then, nine women with their manacled hands held above their heads by a chain. They were brutalised, bruised and bloody, and, though some of them looked at her with feverish hope and relief, most seemed unable to feel even the slightest bit of her Warmth. She removed their bindings and bid them to follow her.

'Thank you, thank you, thank you,' one of them said. She was Nancy, according to her God's Eye, and she had only been taken a few days ago. Her biggest worry was that something was growing in her womb and Callisto instinctively reached for her belly and purified her with holy fire. Her smile grew wider once she'd done so and she kissed her on the cheek.

'We need to go to the nursery,' another said with a dejected voice, Yvonne, the woman who'd been there the longest, over five years, 'we have to collect our babies, they need their mother's milk.'

'I am leaving,' Callisto said, firmly, 'if any of you wish to linger, I won't **** you to leave.'

Only Yvonne remained, however, and the other women followed their saviour out of the cave, two of them clinging to her arms for comfort. Once she'd passed back out of the threshold of the cave, she felt her powers grow in strength once again. She carried the weakest of the women as they trudged through the woods to the town, mostly in silence. When they arrived, the women joined up with another group, a growing column of weary travellers coming up from the south. As they trickled in, she rushed over to them. She learned that the outlying villages had been attacked by orc raiders in a series of coordinated attacks.

She put herself amidst them, granting them her Warmth. Wherever she saw the grievously wounded, she laid on hands and healed them. By the time the trickle had ended, she must've been blessed at least a hundred times, and thanked many more. When she heard chatter from the guards, one saying, 'they are massing at the clearing, hundreds and hundreds of them,' she set off into the sky and raced towards the threat. She knew that she had to catch them before they began to march and catch them she did, landing right next to the glittering pool that marked her Pure Land. She cut a dozen of them down in a whirlwind before her feet had even touched the ground and went to work.

She knew that she might be overwhelmed so she trusted in her powers, soon being joined by nine emanations, angelic constructs of hardened light that carved their own paths of black blood before eventually being shattered by repeated blows. Callisto, herself, received only a handful of blows, the only nasty one being a cut across her back that briefly shattered her armour. For the most part, however, she was untouched, moving in flashes of light, arriving behind her opponents before they could even register her position. Whenever her mana reserves began to wane, she blinked away, often lingering by the pool, or in it, naked, and finding herself recharged by the time the horde caught back up to her.

Once every orc was dead or dying, Silverton's forces, mostly scouts, began to emerge from the woods, congratulating her, basking in her Warmth and helping her finish off anyone who would not yield, before they returned, with around twenty prisoners. Once she'd passed through the gates, Callisto was greeted by a great cheer from a large crowd, which pleased her, but she even received a visit from Mel, which she had not expected.

'It seems the Mayor spent his money wisely, after all,' she said, smiling.

'I would've defended the town, either way.'

'Really?' she feigned, 'because the Mayor's telling anyone who will listen that he's the one who convinced you to help.'

Callisto got lost in Mel's pretty face and didn't pay attention to what she'd said, simply smiling and brushing her cheek.

The dark-skinned woman leaned into the touch and said, 'I felt bad about leaving you unsatisfied last night but it was a pretty weird day and, hey, it seems you got lucky anyway.'

Callisto paused before realising what that implied, 'talk of the town, is it?'

Mel laughed, 'yeah, they had one of those priestesses whipped for breaking her vows. I can't blame you for hitting that, though, she did have a great arse.'

'They shouldn't have whipped her,' Callisto said, troubled.

'Half the town agrees. Lots of people were really pissed off, basically saying that angels should be allowed to do whatever they want,' Mel laughed again, 'some of them even threatened to storm the temple.'

Callisto smiled at that, 'if only.'

'Anyway, remember that I'm always down for it, if you ever wanna' fuck me.'

That was a very tempting offer but she didn't let it show on her face. 'Where would I find you?'

Mel seemed confused for a moment before answering, 'oh, yeah, well, Arthur says we should head far to the east, not as far as the capital, but somewhere like Eichenberg. Far enough away from any marauding demon princes but where there's still plenty of wilderness and monsters to fight.'

'I look forward to seeing you, one day.'

Mel frowned a little but said, 'yeah, I look forward to it,' before wandering off, likely back to the tavern, where the group seemed to be spending all of its money.

Callisto sighed, wearily, before heading to the temple to, hopefully, put some things right. When she got there, however, and pressed to open the door, she felt an invisible **** blocking her path. She struck it, instinctively, but her fist bounced away harmless. Her God's Eye told her that it was a divine barrier which she would not be able to breach, on account of her oath to respect sacred ground. Likely alerted by the strike, someone came to the door.

It turned out to be Steph, and she said, haughtily, 'our lord has told us what you are, beast, and he has relieved us of the effects of your aura. You have been expelled. Leave.'

'I want to see Tandy,' she said, trying to stay calm, knowing that her temper wouldn't help her.

'I think you've hurt Tandy quite enough already, ****!'

Callisto growled at that, and the beast writhed against its chains, 'you hurt her, not me, and if you call me a **** again, I will make you sorry!'

Steph eyed her up, smugly, 'I don't think you're quite aware of how strong our protections are from monsters.'

'Are they strong enough to withstand a riot, thousands of ordinary men and women **** for your blood?'

Steph's eyes went wide and that but she tried to play it down, 'what could that possibly mean?'

'You offended a lot of townspeople, or so I hear. What would happen if I saved their lives and slayed this demon prince? What boon could I ask of them? What passion could I enflame?'

There was fear on the priestess's face now, and she struggled to think of a reply.

'Just let me see her, let her talk to me.'

Steph seemed ****, still unable to speak, but soon enough the decision was made for her, by the growing crowd behind her and Tandy was thrust through their midst and out into the threshold of the door. 'Hey,' she said, awkwardly. She looked miserable.

There were a thousand things she wanted to say but she settled on one, 'come away with me.'

Tandy looked up at her, then, with those beautiful big brown eyes, full of love and longing, and said, 'I dearly wish to, but I swore vows, and I don't want to break any more of them.'

'You should serve me. I'm an angel made by your own lord.'

Tandy began to cry, 'you're not, I know the truth now, he told me himself. I still love you and I understand why you lied but you're not really an angel, certainly not one of his. You would damn me. I would love you for it, and lose myself in you, but I'd be damned all the same. If you insist on this, I don't think I would have the strength to refuse you, but if you have any affection for me, you should leave me to the life I've chosen.'

She wanted to argue but, once the rain began to pour, she knew that an angel would not whine or cry over a petty crush, so she simply snarled, 'fine,' and walked away. Once she felt tears of her own begin to well, she knew that she shouldn't be seen in such a state so she retreated to the perfect hiding place.

The weather in her domain was perfect, clear and sunny but not too hot. Her golden palace gleamed invitingly and she strode up to its gates to find a familiar face. 'Love life's not going well, I see,' the girl said.

'I got too attached to her, or the idea of her. I was as much of a virgin as she was.'

The girl chuckled at that, 'that's cute. You'd probably have got to keep her if you'd have **** her with a big old lion cock.'

Callisto shot the girl a look of disgust, as she remembered just who she was talking to, 'I could never hurt her,' then she corrected herself, 'I would never do that to anyone.'

'Give it time,' the girl said, 'you'll get bored of the hero stuff soon enough, and then you'll let the kitty cat out to play.'

'Why are you here, Melanoche!?'

She held up her hands, 'hey, I'm not trying to cause trouble. I just thought you might need some help adjusting to your new life. There are lots of powers you haven't used yet.'

Callisto opened the gates and strode towards the palace entrance, letting the goddess trail behind her.

'Oh, I know, why don't you give that key a try?'

Callisto visualised the vile key Ariel had given her, intuitively knowing that it was waiting for her in her bedroom, on her writing desk. 'Why would you want me to kill demons?'

'You're a monster and I want you to get big and strong,' she replied, in a mocking tone, 'and, if you'd rather do that by killing demons than by **** fair maidens, so be it.'

Callisto shook her head violently at that, 'don't you have other monsters you could be helping?'

Melanoche shot her a brief look of pride, 'well, yes, I do, hundreds more every day since we decided to take the gloves off, but you're special, on account of that human soul in your heart.'

'I don't want a human soul. I want to be an angel.'

The goddess laughed again, cruelly, 'oh, you poor thing.'

'Leave me alone!' she barked and, in an instant, the Dark Sister was gone, and she was standing all alone in her palace. She stood a while in contemplation before visualising a change. Soon after, the palace was teeming with servants, hard light constructs like her emanations but not ones that were powered by her own mana. They went this way and that, mostly doing nothing, just making the place feel more alive and less empty. She ascended the stairs and went up to her room, knowing the layout by heart despite having never been inside.

As she'd expected, the key was sitting on her writing desk, wriggling and writhing with dark power. Her bed, white with a delicate golden floral pattern, was very big and very soft and Callisto jumped onto it, shedding her armour in the blink of an eye. She enjoyed the warmth and the softness against her naked body and had to put in a lot of effort to avoid falling asleep. She lingered for a while, just enjoying the sensation, before making her way over to the desk to confront the key.

It was fleshy, with sharp teeth and an eye, frantically darting back and forth. She gloved her hand in hard light before picking it up and once she did, she was hit with a nauseating sensation as her vision shifted between the beauty and warmth of her bedroom to a dark and horrifying hallway, filled with distant screams. She knew, intuitively, that she could enter this hell at will and so she did, armouring herself in the process and fastening the key to her breastplate, hiding it in the light and stopping its wriggling.

As she walked forward, she realised that the hallway was lined with cells. Behind the bars were emaciated demonic prisoners, who seemed unaware of her presence or of anything else. One held its head in its hands, softly whimpering, another simply laid on its mattress in a stupor. As she passed them by, the sounds of screaming and wailing grew louder until she was out of the hallway and onto a walkway overlooking a yard. The first bit of light that wasn't her own was a large lamp overhanging the yard, illuminating its light grey surface and the mass of demons, with skin in almost every colour, pushing and shoving and fighting one another.

Blood was spilled near constantly but shortly after it splattered across the yard, it would vanish, only to have its place taken by yet more demonic blood as they clawed, bit and ripped one another apart. She used her God's Eye to get a measure of them and learned that she was in a prison that held the weakest demons and that there were thousands more dotted across the hellscape. Before getting stuck in, she returned to the cells she'd gone past and entered each in turn, slaying their residents. None of the cells were locked and none of the prisoners made an attempt to resist.

After returning to overlook the yard, she steeled herself for what she expected would be the fight of her life. She added a second layer of hard light armour to ensure that all of her flesh was covered and then she took the plunge. As soon as the demons saw her, they stopped attacking each other and focused all of their attention on her. They came at her with teeth and claws and inhuman strength but she had an answer for them. When one of them, a green goblinoid demon with mad eyes and bony growths jutting out from his skin, bit her with his enlarged mouth, his teeth shattered against the light. When another, a blue-skinned demon with bulging muscles, sent a meaty claw at her, she severed it.

She called on the beast, removing his muzzle, and lost herself to **** for hours, with no need to eat or drink, until she felt her mana reserves get dangerously low. Then, she retrieved the key and returned to her domain.

She placed the key on her desk and dismissed her armour, exhaling with relief.

'Nice ass!' The voice startled her and she turned around to find Melanoche and her sister standing by her bed. Carnachias laughed, 'you really have ripped your cock off, no way!'

The dark-haired sister answered her, 'she got Ariel to do it.'

'I didn't know that fucking fag even had the power to mess with monster cores. Probably another cheat from one of those Light side assholes.'

'Indeed, but our baby's still in there. It'll just take some work to tease him out.'

Callisto cut their conversation off, 'what are you doing here?!'

'Oh,' the blonde one feigned forgetfulness, 'that's right, we need you to start progressing your monster core. You're sitting on shit loads of experience, especially after your little bloodbath in Apollyon, and you've got a hell of a lot of cool stuff to unlock.'

'I'm an angel now, not a monster.'

'You're fucking braindead is what you are. Your angel form is still a monster. You want six wings? You want to fly up into the atmosphere? If you want any one of those awesome powers, you need to get over yourself and start evolving.'

It was Melanoche's turn to speak, 'she's right, you know? You don't have anything to lose, really. Either we're right, and you come back to our side of your own free will, or you jack up your angel form and people start taking you seriously.'

Her sister interjected, 'to be blunt, if you piss around for too long, you'll only get yourself **** by one of our demon princes. Do you think any of them turn down getting more power after they've ****-fucked their way across an entire country?'

'Go away,' Callisto said, reflexively, and Carnachias vanished, causing a smile to briefly cross her sister's lips.

'Okay, before you dismiss me, I wanted to point out that that goblin dungeon is still active. You need to go back and get rid of the little ones, then you'll be able to take its core. A dungeon core is very powerful, even one as young as that.'

'I'm not going back there,' she replied, firmly.

'But you will upgrade your monster core?'

'Maybe.'

'It'll take it,' she said, uncharacteristically chipper, 'now, get your ass down there, someone wants to fuck you.' Melanoche crossed the room and tapped her forehead before she could say anything and she found herself back in Silverton. She put her armour back on and walked to the town square, unsure where else to go. The Mayor spotted her and dropped his conversation to rush over to her. 'Miss Angel, Miss Angel, what a pleasure it is to see you! We are in your debt.'

'Callisto,' she returned, annoyed.

'Of course, of course. Here she is,' he said, reaching for her arm and raising it to the crowd, 'Callisto, the Saviour of Silverton!' A roar went up and she basked, briefly, in the glory. 'Now,' he said, after letting go of her arm, 'there's someone I would very much like you to meet.' He then took her deeper into the town square where a beautiful woman, tall with red hair and black makeup, stood against the wall of the town hall, looking bored and haughty. 'Here is my beloved daughter, Morgan.' Her dress was black and form fitting, with only thin straps across her shoulders to hold it up. Her breasts were large and only barely covered, almost spilling out.

'It's nice to meet you,' she said, shaking the woman's hand after she'd registered their arrival and used her powder box.

Morgan gave her a sultry look and spoke with a low and quiet voice, 'charmed.'

The Mayor then laughed, reminding her that he was even still there, 'right, I'll leave you two ladies to get better acquainted in private.' With that, he was off, and Morgan explained just what he'd meant.

'I have a room uptown, where we won't be disturbed,' she said, 'unless, of course, you're not interested.'

'No, I'm very interested.'

Morgan smiled devilishly at that and brought her by the hand to the place, a rather upmarket inn. They ran up the stairs and, before long, they were passionately kissing. With Morgan fumbling to shut the door behind them, Callisto growled with impatient lust and pulled down one of the straps on her dress, pushing her left breast up and taking it into her mouth. The redhead gasped with delight and finally managed to shut the door. With both arms free, she took charge, pushing Callisto onto the bed. She splayed out her wings and removed her armour, causing Morgan to clumsily remove her own clothes before diving on top of her.

It was not long before the mayor's daughter had snaked a trial of kisses down to her cunt and Callisto was digging her clawed hands into the bed cover. Morgan pressed her face into her crotch, her nose nuzzling into her pubic hair and her tongue drawing patterns in her hot flesh. 'Right there,' the angel cried, 'oh, fuck, right there.'

Morgan removed her mouth for a moment to chuckle, keeping Callisto engaged with her fingers. 'You like that, huh?'

'Yeah, I like that. Please, fuck, please,' Callisto resisted the urge to pull the woman's head down, 'please!'

'Well,' Morgan teased, lowering herself back down, 'since you said please.'

The pleasure was mind-numbing and she felt all her anxieties melt away as Morgan brought her to one wild hip-bucking orgasm after another. It was Callisto's turn to give after the second orgasm and she tried to replicate her partner's work. It took a lot longer but Callisto had ridiculous amounts of stamina and loved the taste of her partner, besides. When she took Morgan for a ride on her hard light instrument, however, things went differently.

Sliding onto the construct more easily than Tandy had, Morgan began to moan. 'Ooh, fuck!' 'Shit, fuck me, fuck me!' 'That's it, oh, fuck!'

Callisto tried a few positions before settling on her favourite, knelt on the bed and leant back with Morgan's hands on her shoulders and legs around her arse. She bounced the redhead and her big floppy tits up and down for as long as she could stand to. Eventually, Morgan had been rendered nonverbal, managing only exhausted grunts as her body spoke for her, shivering through climax after climax. When they were done, the dildo vanished as quickly as it had arrived and Callisto collapsed.

They spent a few blissful moments pressed against each other before falling asleep.