I Killed the Hero and Took His Achievements-Chapter 47: The Saintess Goes Dark [NSFW]

[Location: The Chapel of Avarice - Atlantis Fortress]

[Time: Midnight]

The new chapel wasn’t built for peace. Instead, it was built for absolute dominance. The black marble floors were polished to a mirror shine. The pillars of obsidian were wrapped in gold leaf. At the front, where a statue of the Goddess should have been at, there stood a statue of Me holding the world on my palm.

Seraphina knelt before the altar. She wasn’t praying, but she was shaking. Her white papal robes that were usually pristine became disheveled. Her hands clutched the edge of the altar so hard that her veins turned visible.

She tried to summon the Light. "Oh Goddess... hear me..." she whispered while her voice was cracking. "Grant me strength..." Flicker. Die. A tiny spark of light appeared on her fingertip, then vanished like greased lightning. "Why?" she sobbed. "Why won’t you answer me?" She knew why.

[Trait Active: Fallen Saintess.]

[Faith Level: 0%.]

[Corruption: 85%.]

She had spent the last month lying to the masses, faking miracles with my mana, and serving a man who killed heroes for fun. The Light had rejected her. But something else was filling the void, it was hunger. A deep burning itch in her lower belly that prayer couldn’t fix.

"Are you talking to the dial tone again, Seraphina?"

She gasped, spinning around on her knees.

I stood in the doorway. I wasn’t wearing my armor. Instead, I wore a black silk shirt, unbuttoned halfway down my chest, and loose trousers. I held a golden goblet that was filled with glowing pink liquid.

"Boss..." she breathed. Her eyes immediately locked onto the goblet, then onto my chest. She swallowed hard. "I... I was just checking the connection of the prayer."

"The connection is cut completely," I said while walking down the aisle. My footsteps echoed loudly in the silent room.

I walked up the steps to the altar. I didn’t kneel, but I sat on it. I sat right on the holy cloth while dangling my legs disrespectfully. "The Goddess isn’t ghosting you, Seraphina. She blocked you completely."

"Don’t say that!" Seraphina covered her ears. "I am the Pope! I am the voice of the faith!"

"You’re a megaphone I bought for cheap," I corrected her.

I leaned forward. "Tell me the truth. When you heal people... does it feel warm or does it feel cold?"

Seraphina trembled. "It feels... hollow inside. It’s like pouring water from a dry jug. It hurts, Cain. It hurts to be dead inside."

"That’s because the Goddess is a vampire," I said casually while swirling the wine. "She takes your devotion and gives you scraps of power, it’s a pyramid scheme."

"But... but I need to serve! A Saintess must serve!"

"Then serve someone who pays."

I held out the goblet. "Drink."

Seraphina looked at the liquid. It bubbled slightly, it smelled like sweet flowers and heavy musk. "What is it?"

"The Sacrament of the New Age. It’s Void-Berry extract mixed with Royal Jelly from the Insectoid Queen. It’s... potent."

"Is it... holy?"

"It’s better than holy."

Seraphina hesitated. She looked at the statue of the Goddess in the corner which I had moved to the ’trash’ pile. She then looked at me. She looked at my eyes, the red glow of [The Usurper]. She crawled toward me. Not on her feet, but on her hands and knees. She took the goblet with trembling hands. "Will it fill a void in one’s heart?" she whispered.

"It will fill everything."

She brought it to her lips. She drank. GULP. GULP. She didn’t sip, but she downed the whole thing. CLANG. The goblet hit the floor. "Ah..." Her face flushed instantly. A bright pink blush spread from her neck to her cheeks.

[Status Effect Applied: Aphrodisiac Overload.]

[Mana Sensitivity: +500%.]

[Inhibitions: Removed.]

"Hot..." she panted while tearing at her collar. "It’s so hot... my skin... it feels like it’s buzzing!"

"That’s the mana," I said while watching her squirm. "It’s rewriting your mana circuits."

"Help me..." she moaned while grabbing my thigh. "Master... please... fix me..."

"Beg properly."

She looked up. Her blue eyes were swirling, the pupils dilating into heart shapes. "Please... fix me," she begged.

I smiled. "Your wish is my command." I grabbed the front of her papal robes. RIIIIIP. I tore them open. Buttons flew everywhere. The symbol of the Church laid in tatters on the black floor.

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her body was perfect like a hourglass. It was pale, soft, and currently glowing with a frantic pink energy. The "Fallen" markings of black tattoos that resembled thorny vines were spreading from her heart across her breasts.

"Beautiful," I murmured. I didn’t just touch her yet. I activated my skill. [Skill: The Usurper (Touch).] My hand glowed red. I placed it directly over her Mana Core, her stomach. "I’m going to erase the ’Holy’ attribute," I explained clinically. "It’s incompatible with your new design."

"Do it!" she screamed while arching her back. "Erase it!"

I pushed my mana into her. It wasn’t gentle, but it was a force invasion.

I then undress my garments. A bricked big rod sticked out upwards like it was gonna consume her entirely. Then I put it inside her tight, pristine and virgin entrance entirely.

"NGHAAAA!" Seraphina screamed. It was a sound of pure unadulterated pleasure mixed with the shock of transformation. She frantically waved her hand, casting a [Silence Barrier] around the altar so the guards outside wouldn’t hear her moan of meltdown. "It’s... it’s transforming me!" she sobbed while wrapping her legs around my waist. "The Void... it’s devouring the Light!"

"Let it devour," I growled. I entered her back and forth frantically.

The sensation was electric, literally. The sparks of corrupted mana jumped between our bare skins. She felt tight, hot, and incredibly needy. "Yes! Yes! Fill me up!" she clawed at my back. "Make me yours! Make me an absolute sinner!"

"You’re not only a sinner," I whispered into her ear while thrusting deeply. "You’re a convert." Every thrust pumped more Void Mana into her system.

The golden light in her eyes were faded completely. It was replaced by a deep lustrous magenta. Her aura changed entirely. It stopped feeling ’warm and safe’, instead it started feeling ’heavy and addictive’. "I LOVE YOU!" she screamed while her mind was breaking under the pleasure. "I worship you! You are my God! You are my Everything!"

"Louder."

"YOU ARE MY GOD!"

BOOM. A shockwave of pink energy exploded from her body. The altar cracked down the middle, and the candles blew out. Seraphina convulsed, she squirted out, and her body was locking up in a massive mana-fueled orgasm that lasted for a solid minute. She collapsed against my chest, twitching.

[System Notification]

[Evolution Complete.]

[Class Evolved: Saintess -> Harlot Saintess (Unique).]

[New Attribute: Lust.]

[Trait Acquired: Devoted Slave (Loyalty Fixed at 100%).]

I pulled out and fixed my pants.

Seraphina laid on the broken altar. She looked wrecked in the best possible way. She opened her eyes, they were glowing with deep pink hearts floated in her irises. She sat up slowly, the shame and guilt was gone. She looked at her hands, a dark energy danced on her fingertips. "Master..." she purred. Her voice was deeper and sultrier.

"How do you feel?"

"I feel... complete." She crawled off the altar and hugged my leg while resting her head on my thigh.

"I need to test your new power," I said. I drew my dagger. I sliced the palm of my hand. A deep cut blood welled up. "Heal me."

Seraphina looked at the blood. She didn’t look concerned, but she looked hungry. She didn’t raise her staff, she grabbed my hand and brought it to her mouth.

She licked the wound. SLURP. Her tongue was hot and wet. A sensation shot up my arm. It wasn’t just pain relief, but it was a rush of dopamine so strong that my knees almost buckled.

[Skill: Euphoric Touch.]

[HP Restored: 100%.]

[Status Effect: High (10 seconds).]

The wound closed instantly, leaving with no scar. "Delicious," she whispered while licking a drop of blood from her lip.

"That’s... useful," I breathed out. "You can heal and buff morale at the same time."

"I can do more than that," she giggled sexually.

Out of the blue, a siren blared outside. WEE-WOO. WEE-WOO.

"Intruders at the Gate!" Sparky’s voice was crackled. "It’s a mob! The ’Pure Ones’! They’re demanding to see the Pope!"

I walked to the window.

Below, at the gates of the Palace, thousands of angry cultists were gathering. They held torches and pitchforks. "FALSE POPE!" they chanted. "SHE IS A WHORE OF BABYLON! BURN THE WITCH!"

"They seem upset," I noted.

I looked at Seraphina who was still naked and was covered in sweat and mana residue. "Do you want to handle this? Or should I kill them?"

Seraphina stood up. She didn’t reach for her robes. Instead, she grabbed a black silk sheet and wrapped it loosely around her body, leaving plenty of skin exposed. "I’ll handle it, Master." She walked to the balcony doors.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "They want to kill you."

She smiled with a terrifying, seductive smile. "They don’t want to kill me. They just don’t know they love me yet." She stepped out onto the balcony.

The mob saw her. "THERE SHE IS! THE HERETIC! KILL HER!"

A rock flew toward her. She didn’t dodge, she caught it. She kissed the rock, then she blew a kiss to the crowd.

[Skill: Mass Hysteria.]

A cloud of pink pheromones rolled off the balcony. It wasn’t subtle, it was like a thick fog. It hit the front row. The angry shouting stopped. The men dropped their torches, their eyes were glazed over.

Their pupils turned into hearts. "She... she’s beautiful..." one of the cultists muttered while drooling. "Why were we angry?" another asked while dropping his sword. The wave spread. Back row to middle row. In ten seconds, the entire mob of 5,000 angry cultists was silenced.

Seraphina leaned over the railing while letting the sheet slip to see enough. "My children," she cooed, her voice was sexy. "Why do you fight? The Light is cold, and the Void is warm. Come to me, love me, and serve Him."

She pointed at me who was standing in the shadows while smoking a cigar.

The mob fell to their knees. "WE LOVE YOU! FORGIVE US, YOUR HOLINESS! WE WILL SERVE HIM!"

It was terrifying. It was absolute mind control through weaponized libidos.

I watched the army of simps were bowing to my new harlot Saintess.

"Sparky," I radioed.

"Y-Yeah Boss?" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Cancel the orbital strike." I looked at Seraphina who was blowing kisses to the crowd like a pop idol. "I think we just won the civil war. Now... let’s go monetize it."