Chapter 12: The Ritual
Iriel
Maloth was ready.
The paladins have all been subdued. Rella was assigned to deal with them as she pleased. The Abbey rang with moans of pleasure and shrieks of pain. Or was it shrieks of pleasure and moans of pain? It didn't matter. The Abbey was theirs. They'd won.
Maloth had won.
A dark cloud hung over the Abbey and the mountain it was nestled into. No one had been able to visit in months, but now nearby villagers began to talk. One low and thick cloud, purple and filled with black lightning, hung over the Abbey. Just the Abbey. It didn't move. It didn't burst. It hovered and waited.
Maloth was ready.
The Staff of the Eclipse went with Iriel everywhere. Her goddess wouldn't let her put it down. She wouldn't let her sleep for fear that her eyes would fall away from it. She wouldn't let anyone else touch it. Not Prim or Rella or Melior. No one. They needed it for the ritual.
Maloth was ready.
The dark goddess needed a vessel. It would only be temporary. One mortal body to burn into a husk, giving the goddess flesh and limb. No longer would Maloth lurk in Iriel's mind, take control of her limbs, cloud her thoughts, rob her sleep, or taint her fantasies. Maloth would be flesh and blood. Her vessel would be her womb, and once Maloth had found more worshippers, she would gather enough power to burst forth and be reborn in truth once more. She would not just walk the earth; she would ride the wind, stroke the ocean floor, and fuck the moon.
Maloth was ready.
She waited for millennia. She was once meant to sweep across creation like the stars while her twin was to warm mankind as the sun. They were almost two halves of the same divine, but Azora did not like what her children did in Maloth's shadow. She could not stand to give her sister even half of man's time. So, they went to war, and Maloth was devoured. She sat in her sister's belly until almost all forgot her name. But deep in the tomb, she waited for a worshipper to become a priestess. She waited for a priestess to start a movement. A movement would grant Maloth the strength to take a vessel. A vessel would birth a goddess.
Maloth was ready.
The vessel would have to be a warrior. She would need a profound connection to the divine. She would need to be capable of letting magic flow through her veins. She would need strength and love pain. She would need to be disciplined and obedient. Maloth had been careful. Too many of those in Abbey were weak and needy. Too many were selfish and sniveling. Only a true acolyte of Azora would make the perfect vessel, and now Maloth had one.
Maloth was ready.
Iriel was never fit to be a goddess. She flirted with the idea, but she lacked the conviction and arrogance of the pious and divine. She had too many desires, and she would bend whatever laws or rituals she needed in order to have what she wanted. She would betray Azora to be powerful and free. She would betray Maloth to have Orilana to herself. No. She was not fit to be the vessel. She was fit to serve the vessel, to be a High Priestess. Maloth knew that. Iriel knew that.
And now Maloth was ready, and Iriel was not.
She walked through the silent chapel with the Staff of the Eclipse in her hands. From there, she descended down as she did foolishly so many nights ago. She went down down down to the Pools of Maloth. The nymphs had been cleared out. Rella had been told to leave as well. She could drown paladins and make monsters another time. Today, Maloth was ready, and it was time for the ritual. It was time to fill Orilana with the dark goddess until Iriel's best friend was nothing more than a husk.
As she descended, Iriel remembered a nightmare she was plagued with days ago: dark stairs leading down to a dark chamber. The finery of the pools was gone. The acidic and demonic waters killed the once lush grassland, though Iriel suspected Maloth only permitted the grass to lure her in with comfort and idyllic nature scenery. Now Maloth probably only took away the beauty to spite her. The crystals shards in the cavern ceiling reflected dim torch light that surrounded the table in front of Maloth's throne. Two women stood silhouetted in the torchlight as Iriel approached. Though woman was a strong word. One was Melior, the only other acolyte Maloth truly trusted. The other was a slender acolyte named Zelum. She was pierced, but she refused to enter the pools. Instead, she begged to be whipped and tied up, to have her nipples and ass tortured, to be mocked and belittled.
She was Melior's favorite toy.
Iriel gripped the Staff of the Eclipse tightly. She hated that she couldn't use it to fight them off. If she attempted a spell without her goddess's permission, it failed. As far as she could reason with her sleep deprived mind, there was no way out of this for either of them. She wouldn't be surprised if Maloth hollowed out Orilana and then pierced Iriel. To be a mindless drone and slave would almost be a relief after endless hours of being a reluctant puppet. It would be cruel, but then again, she served the goddess of cruelty.
On the table, stretched out so tight she could not writhe, was Orilana. Her pale and gray-ish skin was covered in sweat and thin red lines where Melior had run their claws along the body carelessly. Some lines were puffy, and some had scabbed over. Melior had been here for days, preparing the vessel for the goddess. They kept her awake. They fucked her. They taunted her. They hurt her.
They treated her like Maloth did Iriel.
Orilana's black hair was unbraided and stringy. It was greasy from sweat and the dirt of battle. It hung limply over the table, and her large and clever eyes were dulled with pain and sleep-deprivation. Iriel's heart broke to behold her best friend, her maybe lover, her one true companion in a cold world. Orilana had always been strong and powerful. Before, you felt her presence as soon as she walked into a room, even if you weren't looking at her. Now she barely stood out against the black stone table. Before, she was tall, and her body felt like it was made of springy steel. Now she was one slender rope of twine about to snap. Before, she was curved and gentle; she was everything. Now she was nothing.
"Oh dear," Iriel said. She reached out a hand and ran it over Orilana's tight stomach. The elven woman didn't flinch or pull away; the straps binding her to the table were too tight. Iriel reached out to her magic to heal Orilana's wounds, but the magic didn't come. She'd lost the holy arts. All she had now was the ability to seduce and corrupt, to control and hurt. Iriel pulled her hand away as though she was burned.
Melior stepped up and placed a hand on Iriel's back. The ceremonial and seductive robe of Maloth was gone. Iriel knew that whatever happened next, Maloth would want her naked. But the cold touch of Melior's hand on her body made her shiver. Some of the dreary sleepiness fled Iriel's mind as her body tuned itself to Melior's frequency. The demon was a force of nature if their touch could stir Iriel so deeply.
"You look lovely," Melior whispered. A long tongue flicked out over Iriel's ear. "So close to joining us."
"Not quite like that." Iriel stepped away. Melior had a legion of minds and experiences and twisted imaginations in their head. A mob was always crueler than an individual, and Melior was that mingled with weeks of Maloth's corruptive influence.
"Maloth is ready," Iriel said.
Melior hummed to themself. Across the table, Zelum moaned and sank to her knees. Iriel rolled her eyes and turned to look at Melior. The demon's long tail was between their legs, sliding in and out as casually as though Melior were scratching their ear.
"Stop," Iriel snapped. She looked back at Zelum and held out her hand. A black wave of smoke wrapped around the slender girl's throat. Zelum coughed and sputtered, but slowly rose back to her feet. Behind Iriel, Melior seemed to wake up and stopped touching themself.
"Leave her," they snapped.
"This is not time --"
"Debauchery?" Melior stepped closer and put her hand on Iriel's back. Her touch numbed and aroused Iriel instantly, blocking out the High Priestess's awareness of everything except where their fingers blessed her skin. In one swift move, Melior wrapped her arm around Iriel's hip and reached down between the High Priestess's legs. Her touch lit up every inch of Iriel, and the High Priestess tightened the noose around Zelum's neck. The acolyte moaned and shoved a hand between her legs, but the moan stirred Iriel out of her lust. She stepped away from Melior and the table.
"Enough!" she roared.
Melior laughed and licked their lips. "Maloth always has time for debauchery."
"No. Not --" Iriel's eyes went to Orilana. The captain was watching her with wide eyes. Iriel closed her eyes and stilled herself with a slow and long breath. "We have to complete the ritual. Is she ready?"
Bring me to her, Maloth whispered in Iriel's ear.
Before she could obey, the goddess moved Iriel's feet against her will. Iriel stepped back up to the table and reached out a hand. She placed it over Orilana's heart, and dark magic like steam rose from every pore in Iriel's body. It lingered in the air, creating a haze, and then, in one smooth motion, it coalesced into a single line like a snake or a chord. It slithered over Orilana's body, wrapping around the pale skin over and over, binding the elf to the table, constricting her breasts, and coiling around her thighs. Then in one sudden burst like lightning from a clear blue sky, the power of Maloth tried to penetrate Orilana, pressing deep into the elf's pussy.
Orilana cried out, and Iriel realized it was the first sound her best friend had made. It was a sound of fear and desperation. It was a cry for help, but Iriel's hand did not move. It pressed against Orilana's fluttering heart, still and cold as the heart picked up its pace, slamming its shoulder against the inside of Orilana's chest like a wild man trying to break out of a locked door while the room burns around him.
Orilana closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and howled at the top of her lungs. All at once, the torchlight in the room went out. The glittering light of dark crystals from the chamber ceiling disappeared. The sound of Melior's heavy and thick breath and Zelum's thin and whimpers vanished. The subtle sound of the bubbling pools was silenced as every sense was dulled and killed. They were deaf, dumb, and mute for so long, Iriel wondered if they had died. She would be certain of it if it weren't for the still beating heart of Orilana and the skin slick with sweat. They were still here, but Orilana was the only piece of reality anchoring Iriel. Everything else was shadow and smoke. Everything else was a lie and a dream, a nightmare.
Then all at once, Orilana gasped, opened her eyes, and the light returned to the room. On Orilana's thighs, her skin was blackened and charred in the shape of two handprints. The black vapor surrounded Iriel and eased itself back into her skin. It felt like needles sinking casually into each pore. She shouted and stumbled back, but the pain receded as quickly as it arrived. She looked around at Melior and Zelum. They were all looking at each other, and then they slowly looked down at Orilana.
"Maloth?" Zelum whispered.
She is too strong, Maloth hissed in Iriel's ear. She rejects me.
Melior and Zelum looked at Iriel in astonishment. Slowly, all three of them looked down at Orilana, the woman strong enough to reject a goddess. To Melior and Zelum, the question was "Who would reject that pleasure?" Whereas to Iriel, the question was "How did you fight her off?"
But Orilana was not the paragon of virtue and strength. As the two women and demon looked down at her, she broke down into wild sobs. Her chest heaved and shuddered as the terror and sadness wracked her body, threatening to tear her apart.
"Please," she said. "Please Iriel, make it stop." Her face was ugly and twisted as she cried out. It was not grief mingled with rage, as one would expect from a warrior that will never submit. It was the sound of heartbreak. It was the kind of pain Maloth can never make a person suffer. Only Iriel was capable of hurting Orilana in this way.
But there was only one way out. No one resisted Maloth for long. Iriel learned that lesson the hard way. Maloth broke her a dozen different ways. She stripped away her earthly beauty and corrupted her flesh, she perverted her desires until she ruined everything she pursued and touched, she took away her power and threatened to replace her with Melior, she stole Iriel's dreams and rest, and now she took Iriel's true love and final hope. Orilana was strong, but Maloth was patient. She planned this for millennia. She would have what she wanted. She would break Orilana, even if it took decades of debauchery and torment. The best Iriel could hope for was to keep the body of her lover. Either Maloth would kill Orilana or possess her utterly. Serving the cruel goddess with the face of Orilana would be a small parting gift before Iriel sank into the eternal darkness of servitude.
Iriel stepped forward and put her hand on Orilana's stomach. She didn't summon any of Azora's warmth, for she knew it would not come. She offered her own warmth, or whatever would come from her lavender skin and clawed fingers. She tried to look at Orilana with tenderness, but she didn't know what showed on her face. Slowly -- so slowly -- Orilana steadied her breath.
"Please," she whispered. Her voice was hoarse. Iriel looked around for something to drink, but there was only a smaller table with Melior's instruments and toys on it. Iriel eyed the circular bone nipple piercings with purple runes and the dark strap-on filled with water from the Pools of Maloth. She shuddered at the thought of those being used on Orilana.
"Water," Iriel said. She looked up at Zelum and snapped her fingers. The slave bowed her head and walked away. Iriel brought her attention back to Orilana. She stroked her friend's hair and smiled softly. "I'm here," she said. "I'm here."
Orilana closed her eyes and pressed her cheek into Iriel's hand. "Iriel," she whispered. The sound of Iriel's name spoken sweetly from Orilana's lips broke Iriel. She wanted to turn around and blast Melior, to slaughter Zelum, to free Orilana and make a run out of the Abbey. Maloth would have to rip her body apart to stop her. And then --
Then --
Then Maloth would replace Iriel with Melior. Iriel would turn to dust, and Orilana was too weak to run. She'd be taken back to the table, and this would continue all over again. Iriel's eyes flicked back to the piercings and strap-on nearby.
Zelum returned with water, and Iriel took it from her. She bent down and offered it to Orilana. The pale-skinned elf couldn't lift her head much to drink it. Most of it spilled down her lips, and after only a sip, her head sank back to the table, closed her eyes, and sighed with relief.
"It's time to stop fighting," Iriel said. "The war is over. It's surrender or death."
Orilana didn't open her eyes. "Death."
Iriel's knees dipped at the word. "Please," she said. "What does that serve?"
"Azora."
"Azora is dead," Melior said.
Orilana opened her eyes and glared at the demon. "Not yet."
"We will kill her," Melior said.
"Yes," Zelum said. There was a wild ecstasy in the girl's voice. "Maloth will strike down the heavens and rip Azora from her throne. She will swallow the sun and straddle the moon."
"Yes," Maloth hissed through Iriel's voice. Iriel stepped away and covered her mouth. Orilana's eyes flicked to Iriel and then closed in shame.
"Sounds like that's only going to happen if I agree to your nonsense," Orilana said. She spoke slowly, as though each word was a razorblade down her throat. "Which I won't."
"Please, 'Lana," Iriel whispered. "It's the only way for us to be together."
Orilana lifted her eyelids as though they weighed as much as all the world. Her large eyes locked onto Iriel. "I know," she said. "I know."
"Enough!" Melior snarled and ran a claw under Orilana's breast, framing it with a thin red line. Orilana cried out in pain. "Submit or die!"
Orilana locked her eyes on the demon. Her eyes hardened, revealing the warrior that was still there, the captain of Azora's paladins, the champion that would never submit or surrender.
"Death first!" Orilana roared and spat at Melior. The demon roared back. Her tale coiled up like a scorpion, ready to strike into Orilana's stomach. In the blink of an eye, Maloth and Iriel reached out together in unison. Black smoke wrapped around Melior's tale and held it in place.
"Enough!" For once, since the first time they met, they were of one mind and one purpose. There was no compromise or give and take in their breathing or power. Maloth/Iriel bore down on Melior, and the multitudinous demon staggered back, true fear on their face for the first time in weeks.
Smoke oozed out of Maloth/Iriel in pulses and waves, matching her breath. Her shoulders heaved, and she pointed to the entrance to the cavern. "Go," she said, and Melior and Zelum didn't need to be told twice. They both hurried out of the chamber, and only when they were gone did the grip of Maloth's power ease from Iriel's body. The High Priestess returned to herself. Her chest heaved as though she'd just run a mile. She slumped and put her weight on the table in front of her, forgetting for a moment who was on it or what she intended to do here.
"Iriel?" Orilana whispered.
Iriel looked up and smiled at Orilana. The captain stared back at her a long moment, but slowly she smiled back. Iriel felt the fatigue wash away from her. The smile was like a good night's sleep. No. It was like a good month of rest and relaxation. It was two dozen pleasant dreams. It was cold water to wash away the filth and grime from Iriel's soul.
"I'm here." Iriel reached out and grabbed Orilana's hand strapped to the table. "I'm here," she said as she squeezed it.
"My paladins," Orilana said. "Are they --"
Iriel nodded and stood up, unable to look at Orilana. "Rella has them."
"Rella was a trap."
Iriel nodded.
Orilana sighed and closed her eyes. "Forgive me, Azora. I couldn't foresee all possibilities. Your servant was weak."
"You were anything but weak."
"Tell that to my paladins."
"You should --" Iriel closed her mouth. She couldn't have this conversation again. She barely believed this logic herself anymore. What? She should tell Orilana that the paladins have never been happier? Some have been fucked and devoured by Melior. They went willingly. Would that take away the sting of their death? No. Not to any reasonable person. Not to Orilana. Not to true goodness.
"What?" Orilana asked. "What aren't you --" Orilana hissed and winced as some of her sweat ran over her cuts.
"Here. Let me get that."
Iriel walked away from the table and went to get water and a piece of cloth. She went back to Orilana and began to gently rub the captain's body, washing away the cuts and wounds. Orilana hissed at first, but then she sighed with relief and closed her eyes, tilting it away from Iriel as her body relaxed.
"What happened to your magic?" Orilana asked.
"Maloth doesn't heal."
"Oh."
Iriel worked silently, running the cloth all over Orilana's body. She wiped away the dirt and grime. She washed away the blood and cleaned the cuts. Multiple times she went back and forth to get clean water. She was amazed Maloth would let her do this. She expected the goddess to scream in her ears and force her body to abuse and torture Orilana. But the goddess was strangely quiet inside of Iriel. She felt the goddess watching her, taking in the feel of cool water, of Orilana's tender flesh that quivered when Iriel touched it, of the gentle warmth that spread over Iriel's body whenever she touched Orilana. As Iriel cleaned Orilana's thighs and pussy, the pale women gasped and looked down at Iriel. She blushed but didn't say anything, didn't ask Iriel to stop. She watched Iriel more intently, and something like magic passed between the two elven women.r"
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