Regan is Hungry

The tension in his muscles and the ache at the base of his spine might have yearned to pin Regan down and let her watch him ravage her body… but John had wrestled with this beast, this unbridled lust and power, long enough. If the carnal thirst in his loins was not yet mastered, it had at least met some resistance as John grew stronger; even now, as his hungry gaze traveled the meadows and mounds of flesh beneath the thin cloth of Regan’s dress, he did so with a critical thought.

Fairy had her come here.

She—and John—were being set up.

“Sorry… Regan,” John replied slowly once he managed to pull Clay’s face from his, “I’m fine. Please tell Fairy she’s not allowed to send you to investigate anything in my bedroom from now on.”

“Ah… Alright,” Regan managed as she clumsily backpedaled, hit the door, and finally drew it to close behind her.

John released a long, shaky breath right into Clay’s face; that small exchange had taken almost every bit of his will. But he managed it… and, in some small part, he was proud of such a basic feat of decency. Even so, the debauchery was not quite at an end; the face he cradled was still hauntingly beautiful, still demanding his attention even as its disinterest was so plainly worn. He held Clay’s face to his, cheek to cheek, while she continued to ride him as instructed.

A few more minutes, he told himself… and so, for a few more minutes, he indulged himself: he dragged her body down to his, to feel her art press against him, to alternate between having her harden and soften as it pleased his aesthetic and carnal desires until, with another blast of wasted seed inside his mystical marionette, John was ready to return to his questioning. “Alright… we…” With a quick tap on his sheet, he drove Gamer’s Drive back down, bringing his libido to its actual state. His cock remained hard inside her craggy depths, but at least now she was the only one still pumping. “We need to talk about… your role here from now on.”

<Then you will not destroy me… merely damage me as you have?>

John checked her sheet again; she had indeed lost 300HP thanks to John’s amateur sculpting. “Well, fuck…”

John conveyed Clay off his dick and, to his surprise, ended up conveying her head out of his grasp and onto her neck as well; the effect was her body kneeling on the ground and her head, with a shaky, gravity-warping landing, re-aligning to sit at its rightful place. A burst of John’s seed that hadn’t stuck to him or his erect cock spewed from between her spread thighs; her stoic expression remained unchanged even through this humiliation.

“I’ll… try and fix you up later-” A soft tap on the ground interrupted as a chip of Clay fell out of her along with his seed. “… Right. So you’re going to be a healer for all my minions… and you’re going to advise me on anything relating to angels. If I’m not in the temple, then you’ll advise whoever is working the psychosphere, a device I’ll explain to you later, about the same whenever I’m encountering or wondering about angels. So for now… well, let me show you to your station.”

The Triage, a sterile, boring little clinic until now, had blossomed into bright white and gold lines with the presence of Clay; the sudden animation of the bench and curtains around made the freshly cleaned, near-motionless servant within stand out even more than she already did. The lamination glittered in the increased light from above; the credenza, once bearing minimal books and supplies, jiggled and clanked as materials inside shifted from one expectation to another. Clay, at John’s instruction, went to investigate the drawers and pulled one open: inside, instead of tubes and empty syringes, waited small rods of crystal, one of which Clay picked up and examined with familiarity. The crystals filled with a thin beam of white light in her grasp; the light only faded once she put it back down. There were no longer books to be seen, nor any human implement John could have sworn once occupied the drawers. John gave the new tool a look with his Eye.

(Temple) Wand of Merciful Heaven: major magical implement. Grants a healer-type angel automatic critical hits on any healing attempt and permits the restoration of lost permanent health or mana on non-forsaken entities. Temple artifacts like these do not work outside of their implementing rooms.

John knew damn well that wasn’t there before… and yet Clay already seemed too familiar with it. “You… seem to know what that is. Why?”

<It is of Heavenly design; no matter that it comes not from the Grove, any angel would know it the moment they encountered it. It… does not belong here.>

“But you will use it, and anything else in here, for my benefit or the benefit of my minions for as long as you are here.”

<It will not heal your demons.>

John’s eye twitched at that. He still needed to find Lily a sustainable source of… “life,” after all. “But you will treat them, too… as far as you can, at least.”

<You misunderstand my words, John. It will not heal your demons because they are demons; it channels my power and my power can only maim or destroy such creations. My healing touch, too, would only harm them.>

John frowned at that, but it would have to do for now. “Back to why I’m… forsaken, I guess,” John said as he leaned against the frame of the triage’s entrance, “you don’t know what I did, right?”

<Correct.>

“But you don’t have any effects like ‘detect sin’ or anything like that, so… how can you tell?”

<I am an angel. It is part of my nature to… “detect” such sins.>

Well, I guess people don’t have qualities listed like “sight” or “smell,” so maybe it’s like that… “Are there many sins that would have me as doomed as I am?”

<I… do not believe so. But I do not know for certain..>

“How many are there that you do know?”

<I know of only one.>

John threw his hands up in the air. “Well then, what is it?!”

<I do not know if such is your sin. But the sin of thronebreaking is unforgivable.>

Something in the temple stirred, unseen, unfelt… but it came to rest anew.

“Thronebreaking… and how is that possible if I’ve never even seen a throne, much less broken one?” The one back at the Brighton Manor can’t possibly count…

<Your forgetting a sin absolves it no better than if you remembered its every detail. But I am merely a broken, disconnected thing, a mistake, misshapen and wrong. I am no authority. That is merely the sole sin I can imagine great enough to be as damned as you.>

“You’re pretty forthcoming when you’re telling me I’m screwed…” But John’s words struggled to remain even. He had only ever identified two beings with the “throne breaker” quality: Yarrick Dell, a man whose speed John still couldn’t match… and Assiyalos, his former guardian angel. “Wait a fucking- I met an angel who broke a throne!”

<That is unfortunate.>

“But that means an angel committed this terrible sin of yours, so… I mean, that’s got to mean something, right?”

Clay simply returned John’s stare blankly.

“Can angels sin and still be… angels?”

<An angel does not sin.>

“Yet here we are.”

<By your claim, yes.>

“That’s… fair, fine.” I need someone higher-up than her, maybe… Another barrier fighting angels, then…? “Remain here and familiarize yourself with the items; after that, when you’re idle and your services aren’t necessary, feel free to roam the temple as you please within the orders I’ve given you. Do you understand? Do you have any questions?”

<Yes. Only a request: please destroy me.>

“You’re no longer allowed to beg for **** or dismemberment or anything like that.”

The naked angel returned to the drawers without further comment or hesitation, her movements ignoring the dripping human discharge slithering down her thighs as she did so. A cleric spirit hovered in because, unlike Clay, it could not ignore the drippings she left on the floor.

Satisfied for now, John returned to the main hall… and to a brightly blushing Regan who tried her best to casually kick water in one of the unoccupied pools. Her head rested on her hands and on her lap as she watched the ripples intently. “Regan.”

She jumped at his address. “Y-Yes?”

“Sorry you… had to see that.”

“Ah, it’s… it’s alright,” she murmured.

John nodded. “Do you… still want to go through with it?”

“W-W-W-What?! B-But… w-well, if yah want… ah mean, yer so big, a-and it’s my first- ah mean…!”

“I meant leveling up…”

“…”

It took John’s command as her Master to get Regan to stop hiding her head in the pool.

REMAINING XP:
GAMER XP: 155,850
MASTER XP: 1,131,851

Regan Sheogue O’Sullivan
Level 5 Student
HP: 65/65
MP: 39/39
XP: 0/750 (TP: 285,564)
Stats: Str 12 Agi 12 End 14 Int 14 Wis 11 Cha 18 Lib 14
Status Effects: None
Qualities: Dullahan
Despite being a Dullahan, Regan has never dabbled in **** magic and has never found any non-mythological information about her crypto-hominid nature. Only after meeting you has she been truly exposed to the wonders of the Abyss, though even then she can hardly be called familiar with the same.

“Ah could just die…”

“It’s fine, really,” John chuckled. “I just want you to be able to think about me clearly, and… well, giving you a whole bunch of power and levels happens to be a way to do that. But like I said… I don’t know what it will do to you. It might make you…”
“Ah know,” Regan managed with a trembling smile, “but ah want to help… a-and to be honest, the whole ‘tie my head to my body’ thing was already… a bad idea. Ah’m just not that… human anyways, so not much to lose, heh?”

“Tie your head…?”

“W-Well,” Regan began as she continued to move the dirt of the training pit around with her shuffling feet, “that’s how me parents thought I’d get by… but then that’s how ah went and got me body lost in the first place, innit?” Regan cradled her head tighter to her chest. “But maybe… maybe with you, ah can just be what ah am… even when we get back. A-And who knows, ah might even be more human!”

Regan will become level 26 and have 28,764 training XP remaining. Is this OK?

“I… can’t emphasize enough that I don’t know what will happen. If this took you to some new level of ‘dullahan’ not yet explored, or… something else less human…”

“Wut, like flailing about with a human spine and having a head of moldy cheese’n’such? Come off it.” A pause. “T-That wouldn’t ‘appen, right…?”

John pursed his lips at the unsure teenager. He was ready to order her out of the circle; levels be damned, he’d just do his best to keep her away-

“Nah… go ahead then! Cheese and all… please.”

Regan was putting on a brave face for John, and he knew damn well that the tremble in her knees as he returned to the interface was more honest than her words… but she couldn’t lie to him, and so she must have really wanted this. Right? John just had to hope she wasn’t another moonbeast in disguise… for her sake, and for her family’s. “But just in case…” John slid the meter down to level 10… and pressed OK.

Regan has leveled up . . . Regan is now level 10!

John searched her sheet for some change for the worse, or else some change to her person, but found nothing. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she awaited some life-changing transformation… but as far as he could tell, it hadn’t come. All she did have to show for it was a heavy uptick in her physical stats; she was now healthier, stronger, and faster than most of the students back at the Academy.

Then maybe it’s safe…?

He cranked the levels up a bit more, past where Fairy had evolved, and tried again.

Regan has leveled up… Regan is now level 18!

Again, higher health and mana; her mental stats got small bonuses as well, but now she had a physicality far exceeding what John had started out with on his birthday.

“Is… is it working?”

“Better than I could’ve expected. You’re just becoming stronger, faster, healthier… but you’re not picking up any weird traits or powers.”

“O-Oh…” Her left eye dared a peek at him. “W-Well… can ya keep going?”

“Keep going? Regan, you’re already much better than you were before… I mean, that’s probably a good place to stop, right?”

Her mouth quivered as she struggled with her request… but finally it came, “But I’m still… like this, then.”

John paused as he realized that he had only been half-listening. Sure, she did want to help… but her hope wasn’t just to be useful; it was to be useful and something closer to normal. After he had relieved Tara of her flaming state, perhaps that hope had only grown sharper… and now he was denying her it out of his own fear. “Then you still want to risk it?”

Her hands shifted, nodding her head in an awkward gesture he knew she normally never did.

With a quiet hope that she got what she wanted, he cranked her back to level 26 and hit the button one more time.

Regan has leveled up . . . Regan is now level 26!
Regan is evolving!

Despite all their best hopes, despite this being what she wanted, John’s gut sank at the second message all the same. Purple light began to wrap about Regan’s body until John could no longer see her form, the last sight of her being her eyes squeezing shut again as she braced for a transformation… and his imagination began to run wild: him explaining to her parents why she was now a zombie, or some kind of wraith like from the Ruler of the Bracelets movies, or another monstrosity equivalent to Tita… and worse, having to console Regan herself as her trust in him or the process ends in betrayal. The light exploded outward, John inhaled-

… and blinked for several beats at Regan… as she always was. Well, John quickly realized, except for a few differences: first, the flame atop her shoulders had shifted from its strange, purple-pink flux to green-lime; also, her simple dress had fluttered to the dirt, leaving Regan entirely in the buff (and confirmed to be as John anatomically remembered her). Her cradled head, no different from how John had remembered it, had squeezed her eyes shut and wore a braced frown as she tensely awaited judgment.

“Regan…?”

“How… bad is it?” A small groan of dread came from somewhere between her shoulders and her head. She still refused to open her eyes.

“Well, it’s…” John gave himself a moment to review her new sheet.

Regan Sheogue O’Sullivan
Level 26 Rider
HP: 1,440/1,440
MP: 639/639
SP: 0/260
XP: 0/36,450 (TP: 28,764)
Stats: Str 47 Agi 45 End 34 Int 18 Wis 18 Cha 19 Lib 17
Skills: Bind Mount lvl2, Deathtouch lvl10, Entropic Gaze lvl4, Feast of Souls lvl6, Manifest Soul Glaive lvl10, Rider’s Bounty lvl10, Sight of the Dullahan lvl9, Wraith Strike lvl9
Status Effects: None
Qualities: Doom Sense, Dullahan, Grip of the Grave
Despite being a Dullahan, Regan has never dabbled in **** magic and has never found any non-mythological information about her crypto-hominid nature. Only after meeting you has she been truly exposed to the wonders of the Abyss, though even then she can hardly be called familiar with the same. Now awakened to her nature, her hunger for souls will begin to ache.
R/S: +101