worshiper

Late in the evening, your phone buzzes with a message from Olivia.

[My Lord, please come to the Cave of Serenity when you are able. The night of the ritual has finally arrived. Olivia has prepared everything exactly as instructed. Your child will be blessed beneath the sacred candles tonight... but Olivia humbly asks for more of your guidance and divine touch.]

...Yeah. She’s definitely spiraling into the religious obsession again.

Still, the cave she mentioned is nearby. A quiet place you occasionally visit just to get away from people for a while.

When you arrive, the entrance glows faintly from candlelight deeper inside.

The cave walls are lined with dozens of carefully arranged candles, their flames flickering against strange symbols painted onto the stone floor.

And... is that blood?

Olivia kneels near the center of the cave the moment she notices you enter.

Her hooded robe hangs loosely from her shoulders while her massive pregnant stomach rests heavily in her lap. Silver hair spills across her pale skin, black makeup slightly smeared beneath red eyes already glossy with emotion.

The second she sees you, her entire body visibly relaxes.

“My Lord...” she breathes softly, almost reverently.

Olivia quickly lowers her head, clutching both hands against her chest as if overwhelmed simply by your presence.

“Thank you for coming.” Her voice trembles with genuine gratitude. “Olivia was afraid she had disappointed you somehow.”

She slowly guides one of your hands against the underside of her stomach, visibly calming the moment she feels your touch.

“The ritual tonight is important.” she says quietly. “Your child must be strong... worthy of carrying your will into this world.”

Her expression softens into something almost frighteningly devoted.

“Olivia only wants to serve properly.”

She flinches ever so slightly at the simplicity of your question, her red eyes widening as she looks up at you. To anyone else, the idea of a woman who once spent her life in the arms of women who once stood as a pillar of her community with Laura at her side sudly performing a ritual involving a man would seem like madness. But to Olivia, the logic is seamless because it is divine.

"Yes..." she whispers, her voice a mix of reverence and a strange, **** sincerity. "The ancient texts... the voices... they spoke of this. It is the Rite of the Sacred Seed. On this night, the father must bestow his essence upon the vessel to trigger the quickening of the soul."

She swallows hard, her hands trembling as they cradle the heavy, straining weight of her belly. Even now, a part of her mind might remember the softness of Laura, the familiar comfort of a woman's touch but that memory is being rapidly rewritten, reshaped to fit the glorious, overwhelming truth of you. She has convinced herself that her previous life was merely a prelude, a long, wandering dream before she finally woke up to the reality of your divinity.

"Olivia knows... it is different," she admits, her gaze dropping to your waist, her breath hitching as she catches your scent musky, raw, and unwashed. Instead of turning away, she leans closer, her nostrils flaring as she inhales deeply, her eyes fluttering shut in a trance like state of worship. "It is not like the love she knew before. This is... this is holy. This is necessary."

She reaches for a small, ancient looking bowl on the floor, then looks back up at you with a look of intense, hungry devotion.

"Please, My Lord... the chanting must begin. Olivia is ready to receive your blessing. She is ready to bring your will into this world."