Celestine Angeles: Champion Especial of the Celestial Hosts.

Your name was Anthony George Clarkson, and you have been snatched for the purpose of being a destroyer of all things right and good. What they have apparently not realized is that you don't want to be that, the entire thought process is antithetical to you. However, you aren't stupid enough to tell them so, at least not overtly.

You were raised, in your previous life, in one of the many hippie comunes of the 1960s, one that lasted a lot longer than most due to the presence of an extremely charming and charismatic religious leader, who was also your father. The strange religion that the community practiced was a heavily sincretic blend of Neo-Pagan polytheism, Mormonism, Hermetic Magic, and Communist Phylosophy. The resulting cult wasn't actually all that cult like, endorsing continued contact with outside friends and family members. It was, however, a tenet of the faith that you should try to open thier minds and hearts to be more accepting of less conventional faiths.

This was your life until the early 2000s when you were in your late 40s, and your father died. You never had his immense charismatic magnetism, and when you tried to commit to your religious beliefs and act as his successor, the commune he had built up over his 80 years of life began to collapse around you. By the mid 2020s only yourself and a few other diehards were left, the rest had moved on, and in many cases nibbled away at the commune's land or assets on the way out. In the end, you succumbed to the ravages of old age, younger than many, barely into your 70s, and fell down a flight of stairs, breaking your neck. Your biggest regret as you died was never admitting to anyone else that you were, in your heart, transgender.

I won't waste your time with the conversation with those two twits, especially not with your choice of cores and races, because, I'll be honest, it's not going to matter when we are done with this.

You do chose two of the options that they offer you with your immense human penis, the aphrodisiacs and fertility enhancements.

You also choose to be human sized, because you have no real interest in monster powers or being a baby again for high exp gains, you also really want to be able to get that added class option.

For your monster power, you choose a tricky one, elemental infusion, light. You reasonably point out to the wonder-twits that the enemy religious leaders rely heavily upon light based powers, so being able to just no-sell that is going to be a huge advantage.

For your three classes, (you picked orc for your race, and while you are not going to keep the EXP boost, you will keep the extra class), you grab Assassin, Barbarian, & Ranger, figuring those would be the hardest to earn for yourself, it also makes a pretty good combination of talents for survival in a forest environment, with an elven foe selection and a forest terrain selection, barbarian rage for rush-down attacks, and before they get into that range, you can use assassin Stealth and Ranger bow-skill to pick-off minions or weaken larger targets, not to mention your "Elemental Light" based spells if they figure out where you are hiding and try to square up.

You also grab the "pro Gamer move" option for your "cheat".

Then you meet Ariel, and everything changes.

"Awawawa! I didn't manage to stop them! But you shouldn't have been listening to those creepy voices in the Dark anyway! And you have a monster core, too! I can't send you back to Earth like THIS! Argh! Okay, I can still make this right, I will convince you to be a good person, and by "convince" I mean 'bribe'. I know that you Dark types are pretty deaf to reason."

You scoff, deliberately imitating how the actor of marvel's Loki does it in the eponymous TV show. You were planning to tell this arrogant angel off for the baseless assumption that you are actually aligned with the dark in the first place, after all, they didn't really give you a choice in the process weather you wanted to serve them or not! However, it reacts before you can say anything.

"Don't you scoff at me! I'm Ariel, Lion of Heaven, Lord of the Air!"

"ARIEL?! Like the Disney Princess?" You blurt-out, incredulously.

"Disney Princess? FUCK YOU, I'M A MAN, I LIKE GIRLS!" he shouts back in astonished rage.

"Prove it!" You snap back.

"You want proof?! Fine! I will switch your family and type cores for free! After you get your hands on the beauty of the Light you won't want to help those two anymore!" He snarls. "Not that you should have anyway..." he finishes in a mutter.

Again you are about to tell him off, but he plunges ahead before you can.

"Technically I am not supposed to do this, just like we are not supposed to move souls between different planes of existence. Everyone has been doing the latter for æons now, though, so I don't think I will get into too much trouble for doing this instead, under the circumstances..." Ariel begins.

"You don't look very dumb, well you do, but, I can sense that you are pretty intelligent under that orcish exterior. However, even so, I will warn you that picking these type or race options, if you choose to do so, will replace the ones that you got from the evil sister twits." He elaborates, still not letting you get a word in edgewise.

"First, we have an 'Inspiring' core type. Instead of being a-" he says, but at this point you have had quite enough of this and cut him off.

"Not interested, next!" You interject loudly.

"Okay what about a 'Doom' core type? We don't-" again you cut Ariel's speech short.

"You promised me that I would have 'The beauty of the Light', and I am going to hold you to that." You state, emphatically.

"Oh, Okay, since it's a Beautiful core you want, I can work with that! Now this type of core is among the most base and Carnal that is still a light core, but it is actually a light core, and, coincidentally, it's the same kind I have. Now is very bad, and you shouldn't use this core that way, but every time you defeat someone with this core your power and Majesty sink deeper into thier mind, making them slowly fall in love with you weather they want it or not. Please don't use that for bad purposes... Anyway you will still be a monster, but you will be a beautiful one, and I mean in the same way as a forest, a river, or a painting, not that tits-out kind of thing you Darksiders think is the be-all & end-all." Ariel explains.

You decide to set the twerp straight again.

"Ariel, I'm not a darksider! They gave me about serving them, I'm not that kind of guy!"

"What? Oh, cool! Well I bet you are going to love the next bit, then because I can make you not be a monster anymore too! ... Well, at least sort of. You can't go back to being a human, but I can turn you into an Angel, Sin Eater, Sprit, or Fairy instead of an Orc." He says in a happier note.

"Angel, don't need to know anything else about it." You reply without a seconds hesitation.

"Oh, okay, your new core is already prepared then, so I can surgically remove the old monster version and replace it immediately." He says and suddenly there is a blur of motion and you feel the monster core ripped out and a burningly beautiful core of angelic light shoved into its place and carefully reattached to your body, soul, and mind in less than a split second.

"Krankenhause Surgery training, pretty standard for Angel's of my rank." He explains, wiping the blood from his hands with a damp Terrycloth towel.

You feel your body and gear transform from its previous state Into a Four Winged Angel, and as it does so you concentrate, hard. ~This time I will be a Woman!~ repeats endlessly in your head as the change from orc to angel takes hold, and after it is over, you can feel that it has been fully successful. You are now a Female Angel, with gear to match, and ready to take on the world: although it seems that female angels are all futanari.

"Okay, so if you are really sincere about not being on the side of Captain Serial and Comander Porn-Adict, there are three oaths that you can take, each of which grants you two blessings, and one miracle, think of them as kind-of the equivalent of monster powers or that 'cheat' the other side gave you, except that instead of replacing them, these stack with them."

You read over the three books presented and sign for all three oaths, giving you bonus Powers when defending holy sites, humanity, or trying to kill a dark-type monster. They also come with certain restrictions, but you find them acceptable.

"Three-for-three, nice." Ariel says, putting the oath books away into a fold of his robes. "That means that you are going to be getting all six options for blessings, and your choice of three out of the five miracles: not bad at all." He goes over the notes on how to fulfill your oaths from the previous chapter at this point, but you already read that, (Riiiight?), so I'll skip it here. "I'll just go over the six blessings you're getting then we can decide what miracles you'll receive." He says after finishing filling you in on the broad strokes of the political situation he also mentioned that in this world, "humanity" includes all the light-sider mortal races, "Men", Dwarves, Elves, and Hobbits.

The two of you go over those sweet upgrades you just earned, and when you get to the "God's Eyes" power you have some fun with him reading over his sheet and looking at very embarrassing things in it.

"Your 'Tempted by Gay Thoughts' counter reads 751," You chuckle.

"No, there is no 'Tempted by Gay Thoughts' counter!" He huffs back. Apparently he can read less of his sheet than you are able to.

"Oh, and what's this under the 'Fetishes' section?"

[Fetishes]
Femdom: 95%
Other Angels: 87%
Aggressive Women: 72%
Walk on Leash: 69%
Consenting "": 67%
...
(There are over a dozen more but everything else is rated just over 50% or lower.)

"There isn't a 'Fetishes' section either! Stoooooop it!" He whines.

"Okay fine...." You say, flipping off your newly expanded Pro-Gamer HUD with a thought. (Your pretty sure that it couldn't read character information before you got the "God's Eyes" power...)

"Okay, now it's time for the real choices, there are five 'Celestial Miracles' you can choose from, well there's a sixth, but it's just getting a Guardian Angel and you pretty much ARE that, so it'd be a bit of a waste." Ariel says.

You go through the five other options picking out "Pure Land" and a Key to activate the Tartarus storage and retrieval system to get some easy early levels, then notice something gleaming in the room next door beyond an archway.

While Ariel enthuses about the potential of that womb Tattoo, you wander over, finding it to be an Imense clear quartz crystal cut somewhat like a diamond, floating over a pedestal.

"Hey, Ariel, what does this gemstone do?" You ask, picking it up out of its little hover-field. You feel very strongly drawn to it, for some reason.

"What's this about a gemstone? No! WAIT!!!" He says turning just in time to see you lift the gem out of its floating position.

"You put that back!" He whines. "If you don't, I'd be to act as your guardian angel, and I don't want to, heal, care for, protect and comfort a monster! I've never even been a Guardian Angel before, and I need my first time to be with a cute girl!"

Oh, now you are PISSED! You fly up to his anxious face faster than a speeding bullet and grab his jaw in an Iron-Like grip with one hand, slamming him up into the ceiling.

"Listen HERE you self-righteous shithead! I'm not a monster anymore, I'm an ANGEL JUST LIKE YOU, and in case you have been too self-absorbed to notice the pair of massive mammaries on my chest, I AM A GIRL! Since the new angel core you gave me is supposed to make me the epitome of aesthetic beauty, I am also CUTE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!?" you scream in his face, beating all four massive wings almost like a hummingbird to stay aloft in the same place.

~I understand perfectly, my Mistress. ~ he replies telepathically, since his jaw is pinched too hard to speak, and it is only now that you suddenly realize that this outburst just ticked all three of his top 3 Fetishes.

You decide to roll with it.

"Good, my Guardian, now you said you would be to comfort me, and your Mistress is feeling very hurt and rejected by the cruel words you just said, so let's both get undressed and you can use your tongue to minister to my aching cunny as an apology." You tell him, as you both float back down to the floor.

"I must do one last thing first, Mistress." He says, and suddenly the room shifted and faded, replaced by an impressive cathedral type building. "Where does Mistress wish to enter the world?" He asks.

"That one eastern nation you mentioned when explaining the notes on my crusades against the dark seems like the most pressing problem, use that as a guide to your best judgements." You reply, lying yourself down atop the altar, and begining to undress from your flexible leather body armor.

The cathedral shifted again, becoming more like a fortified shinto monastery, complete with huge central pagoda, and he comes over to deliver your demanded tongue fucking while the automatic location merging magics guide the monastery to the island where it will come to rest.

It's good, he starts by licking his way down your cock, then moves on to your pussy, where he laps at your folds and then probes deeper, while his hand jerks you off up above. It would seem that for Angels the dick and the clitoris are one and the same, with both the ovaries and balls kept inside the body for better protection. That said, it also appears that angels prefer to be "Au-naturale" down there, since both of you have a shock of dense pubic hair around the base of your dicks. He too appears to have a cunt, because he's jilling himself furiously, and now that he's naked you see he has a pair of A-cup tits too. All angels are futanari, you suppose, getting the best of both worlds.

It's almost like being in heaven, having your fellow angel lapping in your pussy and making you shiver with a series of growing pre-orgasms, but, like all good things, it must at last cum to an end, and you hiss through clenched teeth, "Suck it and drink my spunk Guardian!", to which he hastens to comply. It's only a handful of seconds before you both shoot and squirt, making an absolute mess of both his body and throat, grabbing his head and slamming it down onto you as hard as you can, making his eyes bulge and watter. However after ten seconds of this or so, you use the blessings of "warmth" bestowed by the goddess of love to cut off both flows and pull Ariel off of you to bask in the afterglow, instead.

Just then there is a little Ding! sound and a message pops up in your HUD.

[Daily Quest: "Rough Sex" complete!]
[Gained: 400 "typeless" exp.]
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