Day Two: Nephilim

Clare, slightly panicking from being discovered by her sister urgently called out in her mind "pendant clean me and remove my cock!!!". Calming down a little as she felt the magic working, she looked herself over in the mirror, she was clean, not even a speck of cum on her, now, looking further down and--- still a cock. she still has a cock. why didn't the magic work? and further more, why does she have horns? and why are her nipples and eyes black?

Then it hit her, the corruptive power coupled with demonic taint, as well as Clare's inhuman lust had tipped the scales within her, empowered the taint and began her physical transformation into a demon, while her soul was still in tact. Clare took a breath, conjured up some clothes, seeing as she didn't have much of a choice, and then like she seemed prone to do these days, cursed under breath. Making the same mistake as yesterday, only on a bigger scale, she wished for clothes, but didn't specify what kind of clothes she wanted, and apparently, the wish for clothes one-upped her and gave her makeup. Makeup that made her look sexy, dangerous and very lustful.

Her body was now covered in a red and black latex corset, with emphasized her figure and her breasts, making her looking even hotter than she already was. Looking further down, she saw her skirt, red latex skirt, covering her down to her lower thighs, just long enough to cover her massive cock. On her legs she now had on latex thigh high boots with 7 inch heels. under her corset and skirt? nothing. it appears she was going commando. All in all, she looked dressed to kill, and fuck. Not neccessarily in that order.

Taking a calming breath, and looking into herself, trying to figure out what to do, she decided she didn't want to use her powers to influence her sister, her best friend. Instead she would explain everything, and ask her for help in keeping her in check, maybe with her sister acting as her conscience she wouldn't go dark, at least, not completely dark.

Clare opened the door, and almost got smashed in the face by her sisters fists, as she had been hammering on the door, demanding Clare open it. Kyrah stopped dead in her tracks, completely stunned and dumbfounded at seeing her sister like that, so.. hot, so sexy, and Kyrah did like Clare was also prone to do, blush.

Clare cleared her throat, looked her sister straight in the eyes and said "uhm, hey, i think we should talk, i guess i kinda have some explaining to do." Kyrah couldn't really do anything but continuing staring at Clare, only slowly nodding to show she was still listening.

Clare began telling Kyrah about everything, not leaving out a single detail, she told her about the tavern aka magic shop, the book, and the goddess. The moment Clare was done explaining about the goddess, the pendant began glowing, and just like last time, a hologram like image of the goddess appeared.

Naya smiled at Clare, gave her a little wink, which of course made Clare blush. Naya then turned to Kyrah, and introduced herself, "Hello my dear, i am Naya, the Goddess of Corruption. You must be Clare's sister, Kyrah. It is a pleasure to meet you. Now, i am sorry to do this, but.." Naya waved a hand, and Kyrah froze. Well, not froze as in ice, but more along the lines of stopping time, though only for Kyrah. Once more turning her attention towards Clare, the goddess smiled and began talking.

"Clare, my dear sweet child, you ought to know that it is entirely up to you, whether you wish for your sister to know about this or not. However, once she knows, just like you, she will not be able to turn back. She will be part of the shadow world, and given that you have seven demons subservient to you, and you are still human, or rather, half human by the looks of it, you have a target painted on your back. Major players will come for you, to get your power, and your sister would be an obvious way to do so, but, only as long as she is part of the shadow world."

" Again, you are faced with choices, you can demonize your sister, bring her under your control, become my priestess and daughter, and i will take her under my protection, take her to the nephilim and have them protect and train her, or leave her unknowing. I suppose you could extend the choice to her, and use the power of the pendant to alter her memories of the events this morning, but it's up to you. As always, simply call my name if you wish an audience."

No sooner than she finished that sentence, did the goddess disappear once more, and as she disappeared, so did the magic freezing Kyrah.

Clare decided to take Naya's advice, and give the choice to Kyrah, of whether she wanted to know, and to be part of this, or if she wanted to forget. Clare also carefully explained that neither her or Kyrah would be able to go back to their normal lives if Kyrah decided to be with Clare and help her in the shadow world.

Kyrah, waited and listened carefully for Clare to finish speaking, and grabbed hold of her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "Clare, i would never leave you, even if you become a demon or evil or whatever, i will always be with you, you are my sister and my best friend."

"For now, if you want to me act as your conscience, i say we travel to the cathedral and seek out this nephilim for help. you were given three days, and we're going to wait until the end of day three before WE decide, because whatever choice you make, i will also make. no matter what."

Clare felt warm in her heart, and felt tears rolling out of her eyes, she hugged her sister tightly, feeling very relieved and touched that her sister would show such understanding and kindness.

About an hour later, Clare and Kyrah stood outside the cathedral doors, though as they tried entering, they found the doors locked, and quite hot at clare's touch. It would seem the demonic taint within her is reacting the power of faith from this cathedral. Clare knocked on the doors hard 3 times, and waited. Hearing shuffling from inside, a hatch on the door opened. "State your purpose" the voice belonging to the ruggedly handsome face in the hatch said.

Clare cleared her throat and spoke, "We seek the nephilim, and a cleansing. I have been tainted, and i have sinned. I was told i could come to the nephilim priest residing in this cathedral for help."

The hatch on the door closed, and then--- silence. nothing. They waited ten minutes, then another ten minutes, and soon a couple hours had passed, yet, for unknown reasons, both Clare and Kyrah stood waiting.

The door unlocked, and opened. Yet not a single person could be seen inside, it would seem the door had opened by itself, almost as if a higher power had willed it so. Looking on the inside of the door, there was a plaque, at first Clare didn't recognize the language, but after looking at it for a few seconds, the message on it became clear, "Enter, ye who have faith."

As they entered, Clare could feel her connection with Naya being severed. It would seem the power of faith and the holy in here was strong enough to block the connection. Looking ahead, they saw a man at the altar, a man who dropped his robes, and spread bright shining wings from his back. Nephilim.