To leave his service.

The Voice of the Church was sprawled at his feet with only her arms keeping her torso from lying on the marble tiles of the floor, and Beldan could see a thin trickle of yellowish cum dripping from her chin onto her white robes. Sister Nightingale must have rehersed her petition repeatedly, practicing the words and tones until she settled on the phases that would most likely influence her superior. Beldan doubted that she had envisioned the meeting to start like it did, and he smiled cruelly as he saw her breathe deeply fighting the effect of the psi-net that was sending soothing signals of peace and well being calming her anger and indignation.

It was a testiment to her experience and skill working with the psi-net that she was able to counter most of the influence of the Vault-tech device. The gold net had belonged in the High Priest's office for at least the last one-hundred years and acording to some of the journals, the Voices who wore it for long periods of time could completely ignore the input from the controller ring. Sister Nightingale was starting to gain some of this ability. The controller was set to the highest levels of contentment, and he could still see angry resentment evident on her face as she climbed warily to her feet. After a very abbreviated bow began to speak.

"Your Grace," she began "It is apparent by your actions that I am no longer suited to serve as your Voice. Release me, that I may serve Xelta in some other way." Sister Nightingale's petition did not come as a surprise to Beldan, since the incident a year ago with Sister Prudence, Nightingale's missions had lacked the zeal and enthusiasm of her service in previous years.

"I beg to differ my little angel." Beldan told her with a mocking smile as he remembered the rush of pleasure of ejaculating down her throat as she gagged in disgust. "You just serviced me admirably." He could see Nightingale stiffen in response to his mockery before he continued with some curiosity. "Where would you go Sister? Where could you serve the needs of the Church as well as you do now by spreading the High Priest's message of hope and service throughout the land?"

"My Lord, grant me your leave to travel to the Isle of Music." She said refering to one of the several secluded communities run by the Church. "I can retreat into the Haven of Song, You would never hear from me again." Nightingale had clearly given some thought to her petition, Beldan could see how his Voice could resonably serve the Church by writing the music that would be distributed across Pandora. Best of all, as far as Beldan was concerned, the Isle of Music opperated in complete seclusion. Centuries ago it had been determined that in order for the Litergical music used by the church to reflect the will of Xelta and be free of political overtones, that those responsible for writing the Holy Music must be isolated from the world where it would be sung.