Celine nodded reluctantly. They hesitated for a minute before entering the crowd to maintain their cover. They weaved through the mass of naked flesh, looking for Ethan. Where was the evil incarnate?

As the angels navigated through the orgy, hands brushed them—accidental at first, then intentional. They swatted away lewd advances. They were okay with standing in the crowd, but risking their angelic purity was dangerous. "No one lays a finger on us," Celine growled. "Or I'll smite them."

From the center, a young woman dove into the fray. She was Cassie, the beauty who initiated the orgy on Ethan Cromwell's behalf. Was she under his mind control, too?

Cassie walked in with a broad, naughty smile, her hands roaming freely on the angels. Gabriella and Celine readily slapped away her advances, trying to send the message that they were still window shopping for partners.

Cassie was actually Ethan as User2. He had slipped away from the crowd back then for a few minutes, returning in Cassie's body. "Ghost Hands," he murmured.

Invisible appendages slithered towards the angels. They went for their busts first. A pair of ghost hands groped Gabriella's breasts and pinched her nipples through her cloak. It twisted the pert buds until they hardened like diamonds.

Another hand dove between Celine's legs, rubbing her virgin crotch with relentless pressure. The jelly-like fingers circled her clit through the fabric.

At first, the sorcery confused the angels. They felt hands all over their body, but nobody was around them.

Gabriella felt her pancake ass cheeks squeezed and slapped, which definitely left behind marks. Celine felt her thighs stroked, and her pussy teased with a phantom finger.

The unwilling and invisible foreplay hit the pure, virgin angels like a lewd curse. Gabriella gasped, her immortal body betraying her with a sudden flood of heat and arousal.

"What sorcery is this?" she moaned, her knees weakening under the incessant groping and teasing.

Celine bit her lip until she drew blood. Her crotch throbbed like hell, her juices soaking her undergarments already. "This is unholy pleasure... I can't… It's the devil's work… I shouldn't give in…"

Crack! It was as if their pure vessels of virtue had shattered under the flood of debauchery. Gabriella and Celine's eyes flickered like dying tubelights and dimmed.

Cassie, who had kept her distance till now, approached them physically. She put up an innocent facade. "You two look very tense," she cooed, her hands reaching out to comfort the angels.

Gabriella pushed her away. "Begone, mortal! We are just a bit tired, that's all. Leave us alone."

Cassie smiled a crooked smile. "Kiss of Love."

Ethan cast the Level 2 spell on both the angels. They resisted it once. "Kiss of Love!" he doubled down.

"You filthy girl!" Celine spat. "It was you who cast these unholy curses on us!"

This time, Ethan's spell found its mark. It melted their wills. Within seconds, the two angels' angry expressions subsided. They gave in, looking like they were in a weed trance.

"I have never experienced a feeling better than this in my life," Gabriella murmured softly.

"Sister, is this heaven? I feel holiness between my legs… My whole body feels like it is floating…"

Fifteen minutes later, the angels were moaning wrecks. They were still clothed, but writhing on the floor in pleasure.

Gabriella's hips bucked involuntarily, her pussy clenching around nothing as Ethan's ghost hands ripped through her. Celine's eyes rolled back in delight as a phantom hand fingered her mercilessly in spurts of her juices.

Ethan, as Cassie watched their divine light fade with a knowing smirk. The Cromwell heir knew he was no match against angelic power at the moment. They could smite him where he stood.

However, Cassandra's information from the Akashic Records was useful. Angels were powerless once they indulged in sexual activities. Virtue and purity fueled them. Ethan chuckled as the tall, voluptuous angel bodies went limp and motionless. It was too much for them.

***

Gabriella and Celine's eyes sprang open at the same time. They realized they were no longer above ground. Were they in the shrine's dungeons?

It was a dank, torch-lit chamber reeking of ancient stone and leaching metal. The angels couldn't move. They were chained in BDSM-style bondage. Their wrists and ankles were bound to iron frames, while their bodies were spread-eagled and their genitals left vulnerable.

Leather straps crossed their torsos, broadening their curves. They tugged at the restraints, but it was useless. Their divinity had temporarily been sapped for indulging in sexual activities.

"What heresy is this?" Gabriella snarled. "How could we fall for this silly trap? Even our angel strength was stolen."

"Shh…" Celine murmured. "Someone is coming. Perhaps they will help us out."

Footsteps echoed and approached. Then, the door creaked open, and a young man walked in. It was Ethan, his eyes gleaming with villainous hunger.

"Ah, awake already? Good. I was getting impatient, you know. I have only a few hours left."

"You!" Gabriella hissed, recognizing him. "That boy from the tavern! You tricked us! You are Ethan Cromwell, the vessel of Asmodeus! Release us, demon, before we smite you with divine retribution!"

Ethan chuckled darkly, ignoring Gabriella's demands. He sauntered over to what looked like a makeshift laboratory in the corner. The Cromwell heir had been busy over the past hour while the angels were unconscious.

Vats bubbled with a colorless jelly, with herbs and pills floating inside. "Curse me all you want, my lovely angels. But you're mine now. We can make love willingly or by force. That is up to you."

"Do you really think we pure angels will lie with you, filthy spawn of the Devil!" Celine barked. "In a few moments, we will recover divinity, break free of these weak restraints, and behead you!"

Ethan tilted his head and cackled. He pointed lazily at the bubbling vats. "See this? It's an inventive solution of my own. I happened to have a large supply of aphrodisiac pills in inventory. They were very potent stuff too."

"Before I chained you angels, I dipped the metal in my aphrodisiac jelly. There is no way you can break the chains. They are sapping your powers like a leech on holy blood. You're as weak as kittens right now. There is enough supply to last for at least a few years. It will be better if you cooperate."

Gabriella spat on the floor. "You filthy corrupter! Don't you have any moral compass? You'd subject soldiers of the lord to this humiliation?"

Ethan pursed his lips. "Weren't you two lovely angels going to kill me, following Michael's orders? What I'm going to do to you will be a lot more pleasant and ecstatic. How about you surrender?"

Celine roared in a fury! "Spawn of the dark one! Heathen! How did you think we would agree to your diabolical offer for a second? We'd rather burn in hellfire than willingly submit to you!"

Ethan approached with a predatory grin. "Is that so? I'll take that as a challenge. I'm going to have so much fun with you two. I'll break those virgin bodies, defile your purity… I'll make you forget your Archangel boss…"

"When I am done with you, and you have almost lost your insanity, you will beg me to fuck you!"

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