The nun who revealed this new path.

"Do you remember where to find the one from whom you retrieved this prayer?" you ask. Teana nods, and you continue. "Guide her to the place of anointing saintesses, if you will."

For a moment Teana opens her mouth with a slight expression of confusion, no doubt preparing to say that there has not been a true saintess anointed in centuries - and then realization blooms, along with a great grin. "Yes, my Goddess!" she says instead, and hurries away. You return to your throne to wait until you feel the sensation of invocation. Mortals are not always in connection enough with the divine to be drawn to these realms, after all - no doubt your daughter will go with all due haste, but she must nonetheless wait at least until the next prayer time of the nun's church.

You settle into your throne, and only then notice that you are rolling the crystalline prayer between your fingers still. You study it with new eyes, now knowing what it contains within, and you can almost see flashes of ropes and metal chains.

...surely none would judge you harshly for taking the time to examine this plea further? Just to be sure. Or perhaps they would judge you. Perhaps that is even better~

Such is what occupies you until you feel the tug towards that long-disused place of anointment in your realm. You pull yourself back from the vision and stand with a sense of disappointment, which lasts until you remember who it is you are going to meet. A touch of your finger and light exertion of will is enough to make an indent in the stone of your throne's armrest of the perfect size, and you place the crystal orb within. And then you allow yourself to dematerialize, melding with the whole of your realm for but an instant.

You rematerialize in a room you have not seen in years - not since you had to take part in resettling the disorder of the last great war between mortal kingdoms, in fact. With how long it has been one might think it would be dusty from disuse. It is not. Dust does not exist in your realm. It does not exist in any deity's realm who does not deliberately invoke it, and few do. (Though on reflection, you recall one who, despite the lack of dust, nonetheless has beings dressed as maids constantly going about running those "feather dusters" over things. At the time you did not know why this was so, and you were not inclined to question it.)

Teana is there in the room. And so is the nun. She is dressed in the black and white habit that is standard for the nuns of your faith. Her hair is a vibrant red, her eyes a sharp blue. And in your newfound state, you can't help but notice that she is... voluptuous, filling out the habit in, as some of the crasser gods you have had to interact with would put it, "all the rights ways."

"Greetings, my child," you say with a gentle smile. "I am Antalla, Goddess of the Between."

The nun stares at you, wide-eyed. "Goddess?..." she breaths, stunned. Then she suddenly all but slams herself down into a dogeza, startling both you and Teana. "I'm so sorry, my Goddess!" she cries. "I know that I've been thinking lewd and wrong things, I shouldn't have brought them into your church, I'll leave immediately since I'm such a hopeless idiot-" she carries on in this vein for a few minutes more before descending into slowly quieting blubbering.

...you should have expected this, in hindsight. She had, after all, been praying for some way to have her fantasies removed. No doubt most if not all who she had dared speak to regarding her desires had reprimanded her as deviant. So to be suddenly be brought forth before a goddess - no doubt she had seized upon what seemed to her the most likely reason a person of authority would choose to speak with her after she had dared mention said fantasies.

Teana still looks startled, so you step in yourself, approaching the nun and going down to your knees. Gently you raise her back up so she can look at you again. "Please, child, be at ease," you tell her, in as kind and soft of a tone as you can muster. "I did not ask you be brought here that I might punish you."

The nun sniffles, her eyes watery. "Y-you didn't?"

Smiling, you shake your head. "No child. I did see your fantasies, yes-" you quickly press a finger to the nun's lips to cut her off before she can start babbling apologies again "- but I did not find them wrong. In fact, they have broken a dreadful monopoly that I have been stuck in for centuries now." Your smile takes on something of an edge as you recall those fantasies, and some of the ones that they then inspired in you. "In fact," you say, slightly conspiratorially, "after having seen them, I have found myself to share rather the same interests."

The nun sniffles once more. "You t-too?" You nod, still smiling. The nun blinks, tries to collect herself. Visibly fails, and throws herself at you with a cry. She buries her head into your shoulder, sobbing. You just hold her close, and let her get it all out. After a moment there is a shuffle of cloth, and then Teana also kneels beside the two of you. She rests her hand on the nun's back, doing her best to offer comfort. And you all stay like that, for as long as it takes. It is your realm, you have all the time you need.

Gradually the nun's sniffles die away, and she pulls herself back a little ways. Her smile at you is a little watery, but it is honest. You rather like it. "What can I do for you, my Goddess?" she asks.

You gently raise her back to her feet, standing yourself as you do. "What is your name, my child?" you ask.

"Amelia, my Goddess."

"Amelia," you repeat. "As I said, I have found that I share your fantasies and desires. As such, I would name you a saintess, and have you reorder the church such that I and all who wish it might pursue them."

Amelia gives you a look of surprise. "Some of the other nuns won't... like changes like that," she says, sounding uncertain of gainsaying her goddess.

You nod. "And I will not demand that they follow this change if they do not wish it," you reply. "They may go their own ways with my blessing, should they so choose. But..."You bite your lip, rubbing your thighs against each other as you have another flash of being collared and owned. "I want this. I need this. You understand, yes?"

The red-haired nun bites her own lip, though her habit hides any other... movements. "I do. I never thought I would, but - I do." She shakes her head, then looks at you and nods firmly. "If this is what you would ask of me, my Goddess - I will do it."

You smile and gather power in your hands, enough that even a mortal with no sense of the divine could notice it. "Then Sister Amelia," you intone, "I the Goddess Antalla, do hereby anoint you with my power, such that you may act as my agent in the mortal world. May all of my faith know that you act with my guidance and approval." So saying, you release that power into Amelia's being, an irrevocable alteration.

A Saintess (or Saint) is a separate being from their deity, and they can even disagree. But a Saintess must always truly understand her deity, and vice-versa. As such as you raise Amelia into something like divine you can feel your understanding of Amelia bloom, realizing the existence of her ever moment and want, and you know that she can feel something like the same - tuned to not overwhelm a mortal, of course. And therefore, when at the height of the connection you moan at a fantasy of being lead nude and chained down a busy street, you know that Amelia moans at the same fantasy.

Finally the connection begins to wind down, and the two of you separate more fully. Amelia is panting, but when she notices your gaze she smiles at you beatifically. You can't help but return the smile.

"Teana," you say, turning to your daughter. She straightens to attention, having been watching your anointment of your new Saintess with awe. "Please, assist Amelia with her task in the mortal world. I shall see about enlightening your sisters."

"Your sisters?..." Amelia glances at Teana, her eyes lingering on the angel's wings. "The other angels? Will they... agree?..."

Tea a smiles cheerfully. "We were all made directly of our Mother," she replies, "so since it's something our Mother wants, I'm sure they'll all see the light!"

"Some of them might not, my daughter," you interject. "You are all your own beings, even if you your existence is closer to my own than most. Those that choose may also go their own ways." You smile at Teana mischeviously. "But most will likely come to agree, it is true."

"Now," you say, clapping your hands together, "let us set to work bringing about the future we crave!" Teana and Amelia nod, and then they are gone back to the mortal realm. You yourself shift back to your throne room, and set about your own preparations.