Chapter 141 The Unholy Pilgrimage of Saint Christina
Chapter 141 The Unholy Pilgrimage of Saint Christina
Christina’s mind drifted in a limbo—
a half-dead state where the world moved around her,
but she barely registered any of it.
Only glances.
Only darkness.
Only pain.
The carriage rolled on.
They passed a massive ruined castle in the middle of a sprawling city—its towers broken, its banners torn.
Somewhere inside that blur, she saw her captor standing before an older warrior wearing a crown.
Her vision slipped again, and she faintly sensed a fight erupting… then nothing.
Forest swallowed everything next.
Endless trees.
Shifting shadows.
Moments of jarring light.
A spike of pain whenever the wheels struck a stone.
Naked women dancing atop raised platforms—flickers of madness she couldn’t piece together.
Then the trees parted, revealing a canyon—its walls carved by ancient rivers.
At its entrance, they encountered another large warband.
Shouts erupted.
Steel clashed.
Screams flared and were smothered.
The newcomers were driven off.
Most fled.
Two did not.
The two strong warriors fought with brutal determination, but numbers overwhelmed them.
They were captured.
Alexander dragged the survivors forward like trophies.
Two more flesh orbs—two more cocoons—were tied beside Christina’s own.
They twitched with faint, muffled movements from the prisoners inside.
Christina barely reacted.
Her mind drifted in a dark sea,
fading in and out—
unable to care, unable to fear, unable to think beyond the constant ache.
The journey dragged on.
Through thin mountain air.
Through narrow stone passes.
Down winding paths until, at last, a massive lake appeared.
In its center: a small island connected by one long bridge.
They crossed it.
Christina’s eyes moved for the first time—barely—
as the cocoon lurched forward.
Fields of crops stretched across the island.
Demihumans worked them in heavy chains.
Even children—tiny bodies—whipped into motion, stumbling, falling, forced to rise again.
Tears slid down Christina’s numb face.
Why…?
Why is there so much evil…?
Why did You allow this, Mother…?
Her thoughts flickered like dying embers.
They passed the fields, entered stone walls, and moved through a fortified city.
Dark stone.
Watchtowers looming.
Chains clanging like funeral bells.
Then deeper.
Into a mountain fortress carved straight into the rock—
its mouth yawning like a monster waiting to swallow them.
Darkness claimed them.
The cocoons were dragged down narrow tunnels, past rusted bars and iron doors, into air that reeked of rot and blood.
Her prison was finally revealed:
A cavern of horror.
People mutilated.
Bodies hanging from hooks.
Adults, children, elders—no one spared.
No one whole.
Christina’s mind shattered a little more as she watched—
helpless, suspended—
forced to witness horrors she could never look away from.
And the darkness kept going.
Light finally returned when the cocoons were dragged outside again.
Christina felt herself rising, lifted into the air until she hung above a wide platform—
an execution stage in the center of the fortress-city.
Crowds surrounded it.
Knights. Warriors. Citizens.
Faces twisted with curiosity, hatred, or empty indifference.
And once again, she wasn’t alone.
Beside the three cocoons sat a metal cage—
full of demihuman children.
Small. Terrified.
Clinging to each other.
Torches were brought forward.
Fire was lit beneath the platform, flames meant to swallow them all.
I just want to die…
The thought didn’t feel like her own.
It felt like a final echo,
before something inside her went quiet.
A glimpse—
just a flicker—
of a man in black standing in the middle of chaos…
Her mind drifted far, far away.
Sometimes she surfaced.
Only fragments.
Motion. Voices. Heat.
She remembered being cut out of the flesh cocoon at some point—
but she didn’t care.
Her limbs didn’t move.
Her face didn’t twitch.
Nothing mattered.
A cold chill wrapped around her—
a climate she had never felt before.
Her eyes—barely capable of focusing—caught a shape in the blur:
a massive evil presence, a monster carved from pure darkness and immense power.
Roaring.
Radiating hatred.
Am I in hell…?
The thought flickered weakly.
More shapes appeared around it—fighting, scrambling, dying.
Low rumbles.
Screams.
Something tearing open.
Growls. Roars.
And then another shape—
a person, a man in black—
standing fearlessly before the beast.
A wide grin on his face.
A speck of defiance against a god of death.
Her mind slipped away again.
Once more she lay in darkness—
floating, weightless, silent—
until muffled sounds seeped into the void.
Voices calling her name.
Again and again.
Warmth.
Arms lifting her.
Hands tending to her battered body with a care she barely understood.
Again and again they tried to pull her back—
but she couldn’t return to what she’d been.
She couldn’t open her eyes to that world again.
And she didn’t want to.
Then suddenly—
her body convulsed.
Her weak eyes shot open for an instant as her breath vanished,
a terrifying sensation like her life slipping out of her chest.
For one fragile second she thought,
Finally… I don’t want to suffer anymore.
But then a voice tore through the haze:
“If you truly want to die, I’ll kill you right now. But…”
She coughed violently as breath rushed back into her lungs—
a harsh reminder that she was still alive.
Her body shuddered.
She didn’t know who spoke—only that someone was close, their presence heavy and unmistakably real.
“If you don’t have a reason to live… then create one.”
Just kill me, Christina’s fading mind whispered.
But the voice kept going, relentless.
“Don’t you have wishes left to accomplish?
Revenges to take?
Desires—good or evil—still buried inside you?
Things you wanted to do… or things you still want to find?”
Christina’s lips trembled.
“That doesn’t matter anymore… The Goddess doesn’t care,” she muttered weakly.
“If I can’t believe in her anymore… if her blessing felt more like a curse… then what’s left for me to live for?”
A breath—soft, close, almost brushing her ear.
“Then look at me.
Live for me…
and I will live for you.”
She shook her head. “There’s no—”
“—mmm… ahhh…”
Her voice broke as her body suddenly reacted.
A warm sensation wrapped around her, wet and consuming, spreading through her numb, half-dead nerves.
“Ahh… what is… this…?”
And for the first time since the orphanage fell, her long, lifeless bunny ears shot straight up—
rigid, trembling—
An electric current shot through her mind like a spark running its way—then another, and another. Soon she began to feel more of them around her body, multiple shocks.
“ahhhh…” Her body jolted again.
“What’s… happening…?”
“Sorry… but this is the only way I know,” the voice murmured.
Christina’s body shuddered as sharp currents tore through her nerves, skin and insides firing signals straight into her mind.
“Ahhh—” She couldn’t stop the sound.
“Feel that?” the voice whispered. “You want to keep feeling good? The world can give you this… and even stronger sensations. So it doesn’t matter if it’s with me.”
The air around her pulsed, pressure building against her trembling body.
“If you wake up, you can go out there and chase more… whatever you want.
Or…”
The voice leaned closer—low, intimate, wrapping around her like heat.
“…stay here with me. I’ll keep pushing you past your limits…
and I’ll take care of you.”
"arrghhh" this time agnes let her voice out but in a deep cutting pain. She felt something hot almost impaling her from below, the pain was real—like a brutal wake-up call.
“Shhh… it’ll go away… and then it’ll feel great.” Her body felt the hot rod push into her, sliding in and out, the speed kept rising. The pain twisted—slow at first—then turned into that deep, electric current crawling up her spine and exploding in her brain, making her whole being shake again.
“Ahhhhhhh—!”
Her hazy eyes finally managed to focus on the figure on top of her—a young man she knew, he wasn’t particularly handsome, but those piercing, mean eyes of his had a faint hint of softness. And when he noticed the light returning to her gaze, his clenched jaw slowly loosened—stretching into a wide, feral grin.
His face dipped down and he took her lips, shoving his tongue into her mouth without stopping. She glanced down—her lower place, her most sacred spot, was already defiled, slick with juices and a faint tint of blood staining her lower body.
The young man’s voice sliced through the fog in her head—harsh, rough, but carrying a strange, stubborn force.
“Live for me… no. You’ll live because I tell you to. I command you—live, and taste everything this world has to offer.”
He thrust into her again, and the jolt that ripped through her made her gasp, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.
“Aahhhhhhhhhhh…” her eyes rolled upward as Iryoku kept ramming his cock into her pussy, not stopping even when she came again—not even when he came himself.
Wet, dirty sounds kept rising as another burst of seed erupted inside her, quickly overflowing her and drowning her in sensations.
Not being done with it, Iryoku rose and lifted her with him, holding her in the air as he slammed his hips into her body again.
“Come on… get full of me… get pregnant… get bathed in my essence!” he growled as he released again.
He shifted—mouth crashing onto hers with zero hesitation, sucking her tongue so hard her weak breath hitched in shock.
His lips moved rough, hungry, claiming every corner of her mouth. He even tilted her head and let his own saliva spill into her—forcing her to swallow it, forcing her to react, forcing her back into life.
He didn’t stop.
He kept ravaging her—devouring her mouth, her throat, her shaking body—using everything, everywhere, with all his strength, as if trying to drag her soul back into her body through sheer force and heat.