Chapter 162: The fall of light
The air in the temple was thick—hot, choking, pungent with sweat, cum, incense, and burning silk. Fires crackled in every corner. Smashed relics littered the floor. Holy hymns had been replaced by the wet, obscene chorus of broken priestesses and panting beastkin.
Allen stood with his hands behind his back, completely naked, cock still glistening with spit and priestess juices. His gaze swept over the wreckage like a king inspecting a conquered throne room.
Behind him, the stained-glass mural depicting the Five Superior Races had shattered. Only one face remained whole: the angel. Her golden gaze stared down, cracked through the eye, bleeding red light as if even the divine was weeping.
Rinni, naked except for a priestess’s veil around her neck like a trophy, skipped up to him. "You know they’re gonna send something after this, right?" she asked with a cheerful wiggle of her hips.
"Let them," Allen said, smirking as he turned to survey the ruined hall. "We just proved purity is a lie. Now it’s time the whole damn world chokes on the truth."
As if summoned by prophecy, a faint tremor rolled beneath the temple’s foundations. Not another quake—something deeper. Something ancient. The lioness stopped mid-lick from a pile of exhausted priestesses and turned toward the back of the altar room.
"There’s more below," she murmured. "Something sealed."
Allen’s smirk deepened.
They descended again—but this time, not to the beastkin prison. This was deeper. Older. A hidden vault buried beneath layers of holy enchantment, sealed off even from the priestesses. Allen didn’t break the enchantments—he corrupted them, thrusting his fingers into the glowing glyphs like they were trembling cunts, moaning as he twisted the symbols into filth and sin. Each seal broke with a lewd schlick and a pulse of heat.
The vault door opened like a yawning mouth, and inside?
Not treasure.
Not relics.