A New Reign of Heaven

But then, something stopped the blade, and it was no steel or sorcery, but the naked hands of a girl.

Isolde tried to cut throught but it was a useless effort. The strength of no man or woman could move the blade against its own will. Myrce stood there, with fearless determination, her uncovered hands immune to the fire. Just like mommy told me. She then said the words that the sorceress had teach her, so that the whole court could hear. "You are not worthy of this blade. Only a woman of true devotion and intact purity can wield the holy blade of Saint Katherine. You are not that woman!"

"W-wait!" Tried to say Isolde, but it didn't matter. A explosion of light send her flying away from the sword and her new mistress. When Myrce's fingers grabbed the holy handle, the voice of the sentient weapon roared throught her head. "DEVOTION! DEVOTION! PURITY! DEVOTED TO..."

"Mommy." Whispered Myrce.

A storm of pure light emerged from the sword, blinding the whole room. Thunder and lightning emerged from her, but no one dared to look away. A miracle had happened right before their eyes. A miracle not seen in milenia. "A Saint, a Saint!" The crowd whispered. "Not since the time of heroes..." "A living Saint, here before us!" "She will show us the way!"

Queen Karla stood up from her throne. "Sweet Myrce, living Saint of our time. I owe you my life. This whole Kingdom does." She then look upon both Isolde and Nameria. "Guards, arrest this two traitors!"

Nameria remained silent and defeated. Isolde tried to fight, but it made no difference. "No, please!" She screamed as the hands of the Queensguard fell upon her.

A man came out from the crowd. "She was trying to steal the reliques from the crypt! She is the dark Sorceress that has been cursing us!" "She had always been wicked and evil." Then everyone cheered. "Burn her! Burn her!" They said.

"Halt!" Said then Myrce and everyone turned to listen to her. This is my moment. As mommy taught me. "Do not fear nor despite those who fall from the light, but pity them, as they have stray away from its love. For centuries, humanity has been lost, this lands have been cursed with only war and misery. Are we to judge this two lost souls? I say not... but Queen Karla has shown us another way: A humanity united and strong again, but not throught bloodshed but love. Love of our own bodies, love of each others. I say she is our true Queen, not just of these lands but of all human Souls!"

"A new age!" A voice from the crowd cheered "Show us the way to victory!"

Karla was moved by the scene before her. Tears falling from her face, girlcum falling from her exposed nethers. This was her dream. "I'm unworthy of such words, Myrce. I'm humbled by them... But tell me: would you join us in this holy crusade? Will you be our spiritual leader?"

Myrce looked past the Queen and saw Lunnara sitting in the throne, looking at her with that beutiful smile. She is so proud of me... I told you I would be the best, mommy. I can wait for you to fuck my ass again... It tingles so much... "Only if the sword finds me truly worthy." She then pointed the sword downwards and opened her legs wide, for everyone to see. She pressed the holy weapon against her pussy and then slid the whole flaming blade agains her silk covered folds. The Saint moaned deeply, her horny voice arousing everyone around her, sending waves of pleasure to every living soul in the Castle, from the prisoners in the deepest cells to the farmers in the farthest crops. When the weapon emerged from her it was brighter than ever, but now it had a subtle hue of pink. Drops of girlcum felt constantly from the blade, perpetually horny and ready.

"Heed the heavens! We truly have a Saint before us!"

Karla spoke to the crowd with unending passion. "I then proclaim a festival of love and happiness to conmemorate this new era. Go outside your houses: love thy neightours as if they lived in you house, love thy strangers, as if you knew them. Love thy sons, thy brothers, sisters and fathers. Make them you lovers. Love the ugly as well as the pretty. Our queen commands you to spread the love of this happy times. Rejoice in each other, rejoice for you are the first citizens of a new Imperium of all Humanity."

A few steps behind, as the crowd cheered, Isolde couldn't believe anything that was happening. A holy queen that commands orgies? That didn't make any sense! Nothing made any sense.

Then the red woman spoke by her side. "Everything is lost. I have failed." She looked at Nameria and saw her utter dismay.

"How could Karla...?"

"Karla!?" Nameria looked at her covered in contempt and tears. "You fool. She is as much of a puppet as we are. The real Queen laughs at her as much as she laughs at us."

"The real..." As they carried her away, Isolde could look upon the throne and could for the first time see Lunnara's true form: Not an old hag but a beautiful woman of perfect youth. And the real victor, the true Queen, looked down on her from the throne that once belong to her family.

"A new era of Darkness begins."