Thread: Hell's Hope (Writer & Freeko)

With a brandished, glowing knife, one of the corrupt guards cut up her clothing, exposing the soft flesh held within. Their eyes widened, like hyenas to a corpse. Oh, would you look at that. Its one of the Lumi bitches. The guard grabbed at her necklace, one with the holy symbol adorned upon it, and ripped it off. These small little accessories did little to ward against corrupted people, only preventing the girl from being corrupted herself. Now with it gone, the darkness began to overtake her. The dark plume took its hold of the small girl, forcing her to drop to her knees. M-more... Please. The guards forced her down, bending her over the pavement below her. With another quick swipe, they cut at her robes dropping them on the dirtied floor, finally freeing her from the covers of her silken sheets. She was drenched. The need that controlled her mind brought her to a shameless state. This was the state that befell many women that lacked a form of resistance against the evil fog. I can't help it. I need it now.... Succumbing to her fate, she spread herself before them, awaiting them to unleash their deepest darkest desires upon her. Within moments, these hungering predators took off their armor to take advantage of their now willing victim. Just within moments, she was now a part of the darkness. The necklace now laid on the sullied floor, blanketed by echoes of her lust filled moans. The grunts from the men made them sound not of humans but of monsters straight out the pit of hell. Their moans were like howls, their drive like beasts. They may have been once proud men of Albion who kept the peace, but now were turned into the monsters they once fought against. The scene unfolded before Nora. One that was far too frequent for most to fight against. There was a choice that could be made here. A choice of placing herself at risk for the now defiled priestess of Lumi or a choice of letting her fall towards what Fate declared for her. The darkened skies only grew darker as night approached. Books of the times before the pockets of resistance fell have spoken about the darkness. Those who were caught outside at night usually disappeared as day broke, only to be seen again as a soldier of the corruption. Only to be a puppet that was controlled by the Demon Lord. Lumi's eyes gazed below, eying the corrupted region where she was requested. A ray of holy light penetrated through the darkened clouds, illuminating the thug on whom the spell was cast. Darkness didn't dare step into this domain of light. For those truly vile who were caught within the beam, there was only one answer. Death. The thug yelped a shriveled curse at the goddess above, turning into ashes from the light shone from above. Only the armor being left on the remains of his ashes. What the fuck! The last thug was taken aback from the sight of his companion being cleansed. This bitch isn't worth dying for. Within moments, the corrupted guard ran off, his pants still loose around his waist. The priestess was caught within the light, being purified through the spell. The hold of corruption wasn't deep enough to degrade her soul. Her spirit was saved in the nick of time although her body suffered a permanent price. Tears dropped from her face, crying at the encounter with the beast of a man. Forgive me Goddess. Forgive me of my sins. She crawled over to her staff laying on the floor beside her, clutching to it and bringing it close to her heart. The necklace was ruined. So was her pure virgin body. Although Lumi was a peaceful goddess, she wasn't one to take non-virgins as priestesses. Further away, a few travelers were passing by. A few eyes hovered over the incident between the two girls and two thugs. Hey, would you look at that? Another responded. What is it? The traveler aimed towards the scene with his rifle, placing the crosshairs over the relic on the ground. Looks like Lumi's servants were having a bit of a struggle. The leader grabbed his rifle and turned it away. Its best not to get involved with them. They bring trouble with their lot. The rifleman nodded, going back to guarding the quiet caravan. Even nearby their own temple, the followers of this pure goddess were looked down upon by many. The sins of their pasts making them believe that they were far from redemption. Last edited Feb 5, 2019