"We've kind of taken over your party, sorry." Levia smiled. "Hope your friends don't mind, especially the Fox."

The two were standing facing each other.

"Akane is reacting normally." He muttered. "Syl is the one I'm worried about, though this'll be good for her."

"I see." She nodded. "Ready?"

"Did you put some of your Mana on me already?"

Levia smiled cheekily. "As soon as I laid a hand on you."

Her fingers came together,and the world folded and blinked out of existence.

When it blinked back, Amon and Levia stood in darkness lessened by candlelight.

"Romantic." He whispered.

The forest's humid air had been replaced by the heavy stillness of a hall. The air was thick with incense and the faint smell of rusted chains. Candles lined the walls, their dim flames dancing against the carvings of various murals.

Levia straightened herself, pridefully, dusting her dress.

Amon took in the place, his expression unreadable. The structure was immense. Tall pillars stretched into the ceiling, and at the far end, a twisted altar glowed faintly violet.

"This," Levia said softly, "Is the Black Church of Jarath. They accepted me as their High Priestess, so I'm their leader, kind of."

She stepped ahead, voice echoing off the pillars. "It's a Human organisation that I infiltrated. Isn't it strange, Humans worshipping a Demon King who loved nothing more than to bring down horrors and calamities on Humans?"

"You taught them better though. Thanks to you, it's Azaroth that they whorship, not Jarath. How did you pull that off?"

"Well," She smiled. "Who can refuse the possibility of eternal life? Of being shielded from Death, forever and ever?"

"Yes, I'm sure your charms and beauty had nothing to do with it."

"Well, anything other than my arguments isn't of my doing." Levia chuckled.

A faint sound cut through the air.

Footsteps. Someone was approaching.

Amon wasn't aware that Akane and Syl had been teleported outside the church, so he expected the person approaching to be of them. And if not, it would be Rita or Rika.

However, the person approaching was someone else entirely.

Between the pillars, a single man in tattered robes emerged. His eyes were bloodshot, his breath quick.

"Mm…?" Amon raised an eyebrow, and momentarily walked into a pillar's shadow.

The man closer, his shaking hand on the dagger at his waist.

When he saw her, he fell to his knees at once. "M-My High Priestess!" His voice cracked from disbelief. "Your Highness, you… You have returned!"

Levia blinked. 'Oh, right.' She had completely forgotten about the Follower she had left behind. This wasn't surprising. After all, her entire life had been turned upside down.

"Please!" the Follower crawled forward, tears streaking his face. "I waited but… But they never woke up! The Golems had been defeated! And… The light of the altar dimmed, and I thought something terrible had befallen you, your Highness! I thought-" He stopped abruptly. "What is… Who dares?!" The Follower shouted, noticing that the High Priestess wasn't alone.

Amon still had his hand on her waist. His fingers rested casually but possessively and the Follower's expression twisted from initial relief to confusion, then rage.

"Who is this?" he hissed, pointing at Amon. "A man…?!" His voice cracked again. "A Beast, a Monster dares… Get your filthy hands off of her!"

Levia's lips parted, but no words came out. All she did was stare, like a highschool girl that's been caught..

"I don't understand," the Follower rasped. "You return to us, hand in hand with-"

Amon stepped forward with a smile. "Another one of your servants?"

Levia blinked, then nodded slowly. "He was."

"Right," Amon muttered. He crouched down so his eyes met the Follower's. "You've completed your duty, and you can go now. Your High Priestess is with me." He said, his fingers slowly brushing against Levia's.

The Follower's jaw trembled. "You… defile our Holy Maiden with your hands."

Levia opened her mouth. "No-"

But Amon interrupted, turning his head toward her. "Defile her?" he repeated, standing up. "That's one way to put it."

He turned back to the Follower, expression shifting to mild amusement.

Before Levia could process what was happening, Amon's hand slid behind her neck. He leaned in, and his lips crashed into hers. The sound of their wet and sloppy kiss echoed through the empty church. Levia gasped against his mouth, eyes wide.

The Follower froze completely. "No…" His whisper came out strangled. "No, you can't-"

Amon kissed her deeper, his tongue teasing past her lips. Levia whimpered softly, melting against him. His free hand cupped her waist, pulling her closer. It was too sudden, too rough, and Levia almost felt the need to protest, but her body lacked the strength to do so. Her body refused to protest. Her body wanted him.

The Follower's hands shook violently. "Stop it! Right this instant! You're…You're sacred! Your Highness, you can't-"

Levia broke the kiss, panting. Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils dilated. She stared at the Follower and, at his horror, felt something unexpected.

Amon smirked. "You surrounded yourself with pathetic men," he said to her. "This one worships you, but can't even stomach seeing you living."

The Follower's mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Levia's voice was small. "They were useful," she murmured. "At the time."

"Useful huh?," Amon repeated. "But you're past this, aren't you?" His hand pushed gently against her chin.

Levia stared at the Follower, before looking away. "I am."

"You don't need any of them now that you have me."

"That's right."

Amon leaned closer, kissing her while his hand moved up her waist to grab her breast. "All you need is me." He whispered as he pulled.

"That's… Aahh… That's…" She gasped, half closing her eyes was her tit was fondled. "Exactly right."

"So what will you do with him?" Amon asked turning towards the Follower.

He was on his knees with his mouth wide open. Streams of tears were incessantly going down his face. He was unable to move, or think. The High Priestess he had held in such high regards for so long, the Holy Maiden who would guide them to eternal life, the Holy Maiden that could never be touched or defiled, always pure, always and forever… Was gasping for air while being kissed and fondled by a lowly, filthy Hobgoblin? The Follower felt a crack appear in his mind.

Levia's gaze momentarily fell on the Follower again, and like an abandoned puppy, he slowly raised his gaze to meet hers.

Perhaps, despite everything, she would still keep him. Keeping him as a servant, as a guard, as a puppy, anything would be fine. Maybe she would even give him a taste of that pleasure, the pleasure of being drained by her. Yes, the image of the Holy Maiden had been tainted. Nevertheless, the pleasure could still-

"Could you…" The High Priestess whispered, slowly moving to hide behind Amon. "Could you… Deal with it?"

The man's face crumbled, and even Amon was surprised.

Levia turned, pressing herself closer to Amon. His arm came around her. "Could you… Handle it?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper. "I don't… Want to touch him."

Amon's grin widened. "Sure," He whispered, despositing a kiss on the top of her head. "I can do that for you."

The scene was simply too much for the Follower.

To not gain eternal life, nor even to die by the High Priestess' hand… It was simply too much.

He instantly pulled his dagger out of its sheath, and lunged forward as he screamed to the top of his lungs, crying and sobbing in his anger.

Levia shuddered, and a crunch resonated. The Corruption had switfly cut the man's head off.

Levia didn't flinch. She simply leaned her head against his chest, letting out a shaky exhale. "Why did he get so angry?" She whispered. "All I promised to him was eternal life, yet he seemed more angry about you than about that."

"You really don't get it?" Amon whispered.

"I really don't." Levia scratched her cheek. "Is it so wrong for me to like you?"

"I guess they thought if you were to ever like someone, it would be one of them."

Levia frowned, genuinely confused.

"Why would they think that?"

Amon shrugged. "Men, huh?"

***

Outside, the night was getting colder.

"When the hell are they coming?" Akane sat with her arms crossed, tail flicking behind her. "It's been a while. You think they're okay?"

Syl leaned on her spear, eyes narrowed toward the church's front. "Who knows at this point."

Akane squinted. "Hm." She frowned. "You're not worried for Amon?"

"He can take care of himself." Syl shrugged.

"Maybe your guy is dead by now." Rika muttered.

"Right, Levia might have been unable to contain herself and-"

Before Rita could complete her sentence, a faint light spilled from the church doors. The heavy sound of gears echoed. Clicks, shifts, and the deep grinding of magic being undone.

Then, the doors opened.

Levia stood there, barefoot, her pale skin glowing faintly in the candlelight. Amon stood behind her, his expression calm, his eyes reflecting violet light.

Akane tensed, but Syl quickly held out a hand. "Wait."

Levia smiled softly. "You can come in now. I've deactivated all traps and barriers."

Akane blinked. "So that's the bad feeling I had…" she whispered to herself.

Syl groaned. "I knew it."

Levia tilted her head innocently. "Sorry." She put her hands together apologetically. "Frogot."

Rika and Rita looked at one another and sighed.

"Of course she did…"

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