Chapter 583: Three New Forms
A week had passed since I sent my message.
The kingdom was silent.
Not because they had accepted my terms.
Because they were panicking.
Liliana was still in her Seclusion, trying to seek enlightenment through the words of the goddess of light on the orders of the church.
Her maid, Samantha, was the one who brought me the latest news about the kingdom and the church.
I was relaxing in my personal garden, enjoying the warm sun and the sweet scent of flowers, reviewing the progress of this past week.
The “lessons” for Gideon and his men were progressing... splendidly.
Most of the captives were no longer acting like ‘captives’; they were now my eager, willing playthings. They had shed their old identities like snakeskin, embracing a new life of pleasure and servitude.
They begged for my daughters’ touch, for their lips, for their bodies. They fought over who got to pleasure them next, their previous devotion to their celibate goddess a forgotten, distant memory.
But Gideon...
Gideon was a different story.
He was... stubborn.
Yes, he was reaching his absolute limit. The legendary holy warrior, the shining beacon of hope for the entire kingdom, now spent his days suspended in a haze of aphrodisiacs and pure, unadulterated ecstasy. He wasn’t fighting anymore. Not really. His golden eyes, once burning with righteous fury, were now perpetually hazy, half-lidded with a mixture of shame, disbelief, and a deep, soul-crushing pleasure that had eroded the very foundations of his soul.
He was a ruin, a magnificent, broken ruin.
However, he didn’t fully break.
His will had proven to be far more resilient than I anticipated, a stubborn ember that refused to be extinguished completely. He never begged, never spoke my name with reverence. The only words that ever left his lips were broken, desperate pleas to a silent goddess.
“Uriel... forgive me...”
Just relying on a simple aphrodisiac and the succubus’s natural charm wasn’t enough. He was too strong; his faith was too deeply ingrained.
But it was enough for now.
Since he had tasted the pleasure, I believe he won’t be able to go back, and even if he did, he would be ‘tainted,’ and the church would not accept him.
He was mine, even if he didn’t admit it yet.
So I can proudly say that among the 10,000+ prisoners, none was able to resist the ‘enlightenment’.
And when I sent them back to their kingdom... a Trojan horse of pleasure and corruption, each one a seed of my influence that would blossom into a beautiful garden of debauchery and chaos.
It was a beautiful plan.
But for now, I had other matters to attend to.
Ding!
[Congratulations, you have unlocked the following Forms.]
[Centaur Form.]
[Minotaur Form.]
[Valkyrie Form.]
“YES!!” I couldn’t help but squeal with delight.
It’s been a long time since I unlocked new forms. The last one was the Dryad form, a reward from the World Tree quest.
In the past week, I worked my ass off.
“...”
Or should I say, worked my pussy off?
Anyway, I managed to unlock three new forms, with the last one being the most important for the upcoming events.
The Valkyrie Form.
It was the perfect tool.
A being of holy light, a divine warrior maiden, chosen to escort the souls of the worthy to the afterlife.
In the eyes of the Church of Light, a Valkyrie, or an ‘angel,’ is a holy being, a servant of the gods, an ally.
To them, a Valkyrie is a symbol of honor, courage, and divine favor.
And when they see hundreds of them standing by my side, they won’t think of me as a ‘heretic’ or a ‘demon’.
No.
They will see me as a ‘messenger’.
A ‘prophet’.
And they will listen.
“Let’s test it out.”
I stood up from the chaise lounge and let my power flow. Golden-white light erupted around me as my body shifted. Bones lengthened and reformed. Muscles swelled with newfound strength. Great, feathery wings sprouted from my back, shimmering with an ethereal glow.
My black bikini was replaced by a suit of gleaming silver and white armor, form-fitting and elegant, with golden inlays that seemed to pulse with a gentle, holy light. A long, radiant spear materialized in my hand, its tip humming with latent power.
My figure became taller, more imposing, yet still unmistakably feminine—broad shoulders, powerful thighs, and full breasts barely contained by glowing ethereal armor that left very little to the imagination.
I looked every bit the divine warrior maiden.
“Beautiful…” I whispered, admiring my reflection in a nearby crystal pool. Even my voice had changed—resonant, commanding, carrying that pure, holy timbre the church loved so much. Perfect for infiltration. Perfect for deception.
[A perfect disguise,] Herma’s crisp voice interjected in my mind, following the system chime. [The Valkyrie Form emits a holy signature similar to that of high-tier angelic beings. And since each form carries a divine aspect, the church’s detection methods will register you as an ally.]
“Oh yeah! I forgot about that.” I smiled. “In this form, I became the Valkyrie Goddess. I’m not just ‘looking like one’. I AM one.”
Then I recalled a certain one-eyed bastard.
“I bet Odin will die from anger if he sees me,” I giggled.
I took a few experimental steps, feeling the new power thrumming through my veins. I twirled the radiant spear once, feeling the perfect balance and the surge of holy energy that coursed through the form. It felt… intoxicating. Pure. Righteous. Everything the church worshipped.
I let out a soft, melodic laugh that echoed with divine resonance.
“Oh, they’re going to eat this up.” I spun around once, my great wings sending a shower of golden dust that made the garden flowers glow with renewed vibrancy. “A new kind of angel has descended to answer their prayers, and she brings the goddess’s true word!”
But the real question now was...
Should I use the Valkyrie form to approach the kingdom directly, or use it during the meeting?
The former was risky. One wrong move and my cover would be blown, but the rewards would be immense. I could walk right into their capital city, right into their holy cathedral, and meet their king and high priestess face to face, under the guise of a divine messenger.
It could work if I ordered Liliana to vouch for me.
The latter was... complicated.
I could already see the chaos that would erupt when I descended into the meeting in my Valkyrie form with an army of ‘angelic’ warriors behind me.
The shock and awe would be something to behold, and I could use it to my advantage.
However, what I’m curious about is when the people of the Kingdom of Vandor learn that holy ‘angelic’ beings have descended on this world and they are on the opposite side of their church, and on the side of the ‘heretics’...
How would they react?
Would they believe their church, which calls me a heretic?
Or would they believe their own eyes and believe in the ‘angels’ standing before them?
It was a beautiful gamble. A perfect test of faith.
“I think I’ll enjoy the meeting far more,” I decided, a slow, predatory smile spreading across my lips as I dismissed the Valkyrie form, the armor and wings dissolving into motes of light. My black bikini reappeared, clinging to my curves. “The look on their faces when their saviors arrive with me… oh, that’s worth the wait.”
Ding!
The familiar chime of the system message echoed in my mind.
[Morgana,] Herma reported. [King Aldric of Vandor has formally accepted the terms of the meeting. He will arrive in a week at the designated neutral location.]
How was Herma able to gather such information so fast?
Well, it was all thanks to my horny temple.
By now, most of Vandor’s noblewomen and even some commoners had heard about my ‘temple,’ the temple that offers ‘pleasure’ and ‘healing’.
Every woman who entered my temple would leave with a brand-new ‘blessing,’ a small seed of my blood essence planted deep inside her soul, a connection to me, a way for me to hear their thoughts and feel their emotions.
It was a subtle, insidious network of spies, a web of influence that stretched across the kingdom, and it was growing stronger with every passing day.
I totally forgot about it, and it was Herma who reminded me of its potential.
“Ah, the little mouse has finally mustered the courage.” I stretched languidly, my heavy breasts rising with the motion. “And where are we holding this little soirée?”
[The Ruins of Aeridor,] Herma replied. [An ancient elven city on the border of your territory, the elven kingdom, and the human kingdom. It is considered neutral ground, a place of historical significance for both sides. An excellent choice for a meeting since it’s mostly flat ground.]
“An elven ruin? How poetic.” I stood up, my mood lifting. “Very well. I’ll have to make preparations. A royal visit requires a proper stage, and we should call our elven friends.”
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