Calcot's trophy collection, as well as the use of said trophies...

"I'm hooome, everybody!"

"Hello, Mistress Calcot..." The voices of Calcot's trophies all answered, dryly, in unison, sounding terribly weary. The sight of them all was, at once, ghastly and yet truly awe-inspiring... many shelves, originally intended as extra pantry space or racks for cooking implements, were filled with severed heads, glowing blue at their bases. The heads ranged from bearded males, to young women, to even old folks who hardly looked as though they could have put up much of a fight to be worth calling "trophies" once collected. The rest of the inside of the house was unremarkable... at one time, it had been someone's cozy cottage, but it had fallen to disarray and dust at the questionable maintenance of its new owner.

"I've brought you a new friend! Wait, uh... Where'd I put him?" Calcot patted down her outfit for a moment, but came up with nothing. Determined not to lose face, she puffed out her chest proudly and flipped her hair over one shoulder. "Weeeell, when you have as many trophies as I do, you lose one or two some time! Oh ho ho ho ho!"

The other heads didn't seem to care much one way or another about the absence of their new friend. They were curious, however, about Clara... This was the first guest in possession of a body that any of them had seen in quite some time. And what a body! If any of them still had dicks, they might be getting erections at the sight of the massive swell of Clara's bosom against her nun's habit.

"It's a very impressive collection, Miss Calcot-" Despite her attempts to flatter the young girl, she ended up blinking in surprise as Calcot turned and pressed one finger against the priestess' soft, pink lips.

"No, no. Mistress Calcot! You heard them, right?"

"... M-Mistress Calcot, of course." Clara struggled internally... she had quickly realized it would be nearly impossible to sneak out with all of these heads and escape the dwelling, no matter how distracted the dullahan became. On the other hand, now that she was here... she could easily make the prayer to Geod and then use her angelic powers to obliterate the head-hunting fiend. Still, she felt conflicted... and she sensed that the conflict was not all of her own reasoning. "Geod... are you telling me to stay my hand? But why? Do you not hate the demons...?" she questioned. Truth be told... This demon, as sinister as her hobby may be, seemed to be a far cry from the violent cyclopses and such that often attacked the city's gates and attempted to eat travelers on the roads. For all of her graceless boasting, she was pretty cute... and the way she collected heads just made her seem like she was lonely. Geod clearly wanted her to learn something here...

Or else, he just wanted a fun show to watch again...

"Why collect so many heads? Would it not be more fun to be surrounded by friends with their own agency?"

The demon froze in place as the question came, with flames shooting more strongly from her neck as if in reaction to her discomfort. "Well... I..." The demon pressed two fingers together, growing somewhat red-faced. "Y-You know, stupid priestess, having slaves is way better than having 'friends!' That's what all of us demons want, ho ho ho! Slaaaves!" She grabbed one head from the shelf, this one a long-bearded man, and swung it helplessly from its facial hair. "These slaves serve me in all kinds of ways! Friends are for dummies! Slaves can be controlled to do whatever you want! I mean, I could have all the friends I want, but slaves are way better! That's why I've made you my **** too, not my friend; so don't try to be my friend, dummy!"

Clara thought about saying that it was a bit presumptuous to assume she wanted to be friends, but kept her mouth closed. She couldn't help vocalizing the other question, though. "Um... Calcot... How exactly do these heads serve you? They have no bodies... I assume you only have the two bodies?"

The dullahan became even more red-faced, then shook her head furiously, wearing an increasingly strained smile. "W-With loooyalty and admiration! Isn't that right, everyone? Admiration for my exploits and my cunning! That's all I require from my servants and that's why they all keep their mouths shut when I don't want them speaking up in front of my new fri- I-I mean, my new ****!" A bead of sweat rolled down her cheek.

A few voices of especially daring heads (or perhaps ones that felt they had nothing left to lose) began to whisper near Clara's ears. "Cunning." They seemed to repeat the word in vague mumbles.

"Yes! Yes, cunning! These trophies of mine all speak volumes to m-my cunning and battle prowess!"

"Cunnilingus." The heads coughed tersely to clarify the phrase as discretely as they could manage.

"... W-W-Woooooow! You heads sure are a bunch of impudent jokers that want to spend some time buried outside in the garden where the crows will peck at you, making jokes like that! Ho ho ho ho ho ho!"

Clara frowned awkwardly, growing a bit red-faced herself as the secret of the lonely dullahan was revealed. Had Geod only brought her here as another perverted diversion? Still... This goofy servant of the demon lord had some surprising kinks. There may be a way to use that ego against her, to free the poor heads that had all been collected here. Surely, doing so must be a part of her mission as an angel, a servant of Geod and a friend of humanity.