The magic's source

The city was called Wessen. Many of the merchant from the village traded here so you had heard about it from reputation, but this was your first time seeing the city, or any city of comparable size, with your own eyes. The first thing that grabbed your attention were the walls. They looked to be as tall as the Viscount's estate and wide enough that three men could ride side by side along them. At regular intervals there were holes in the wall filled with marble statues depicting religious scenes, e.g. an Emperor kneeling before a saint, a martyr being burned alive, etc.

The Prince Bishop's army was position right outside the city gates. There was a large road running through the encampment that most travelers took to enter or leave the city. You simply walked through the camp; no one had any reason to suspect you were dangerous, let alone the leader of a demonic army. When you got to the city gate, the guards only asked to see you bag. You gladly showed them your rations and your spellbook. One guard took a single look at the book, saw that it was written in Latin, and gave up trying to read it. The Prince Bishop's defenses were excellent at warding off demons, and useless at warding off a human such as yourself.

You enter the city and remind yourself of the goal: finding and disabling the source of the anti-demon magic. There was this odd sensation in the city that made you feel mildly anxious. When you first felt it riding the Kelpie, you weren't sure what it was, but know you knew it was the source of the magic. All you had to do was find where the feeling was strongest, and you would have found the source of the magic.

You pass through the crowds and towards the market and feel the magic growing stronger. Continuing down the route, you notice some of your hairs stand up and nauseating feeling in your gut. The effects were, however, somewhat pleasant. You felt a rush of hormones coursing through your body and you were reminded of the first time you have ever had sex. How frighten yet horny you were, you felt such great butterflies in your stomach as you struggled to get her dress off. For later encounters, you were more calm, but you were still a little bit nostalgic for how you felt the first time, and now you finally have those feelings once again.

You walk some more and the source of the magic becomes painfully obvious. Before you lay the path leading to the cathedral, a massive stone building with a bell tower taller than any tree you had seen before. The Prince Bishop, while being a religious leader, was also the lawful sovereign over most of the surrounding lands, your own village included. The cathedral served as the base for all legal and religious affairs in the entire realm, it made sense that the anti demon magic was radiating from here.

You feel your legs shake. The magic was having less of an effect on you than the demons, but your reaction was still visceral. You just needed to head in and find whatever was the magic's source. You cared not for whatever danger might be inside the cathedral, your desire was singular, you needed to get closer to the source. The magic calls you inside like how sirens call a man off his ship.

You shamble towards the cathedral, as your vision becomes blurry. You push open the doors and collapse. Some of the church goers rush over. Among them is a young priestess wearing a black cowl and white veil. You reach for her and she takes your hand, then you pass out.