"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Chapter 327: A Fallen Soul
"Sister Griselda."
Clad in pristine white, Griselda drifted through the cathedral's quiet halls, her prayers finished for the evening. Every nun and priest she passed greeted her with reverent warmth—gentle nods, whispered blessings.
Griselda was more than just a devout soul. She was strong, unwavering, and held the rare honor of serving as Queen to the great Seraph Gabriel herself. In these sacred walls, her status bordered on the mythic. The faithful loved her, respected her, even idolized her.
Yet Griselda wore her holiness lightly. Her smile was gentle, her responses kind—no trace of pride, only genuine warmth as she returned each greeting.
"Father Jerome."
She paused, calling out to a young priest approaching from the far end of the corridor.
"Sister Griselda, is there something you need?"
Jerome, one of the church's administrators and a skilled exorcist in his own right, bowed respectfully.
Griselda hesitated, lips parting as a flicker of conflict crossed her eyes—then vanished.
"No, nothing. I heard you're leaving on a mission soon. Please be careful. May the Lord watch over you."
Jerome's face lit up, caught off guard by her blessing. "Th-thank you, Sister Griselda."
She offered a soft smile in return, then slipped past him and continued to her room.
Jerome watched her go, lost in silent longing. Admiration—maybe even love—shimmered in his gaze before fading to resignation. He was a devout believer, a skilled exorcist, a rising star among his peers. But Griselda was simply… untouchable. Too pure, too perfect. In her presence, he felt small.
She was a living saint. Everything about her—body, mind, soul—belonged to the Lord. She was someone to revere, never to desire.
With a rueful smile and a soft sigh, Jerome turned and left the church.
Behind her closed door, Griselda's mask crumbled.
The holiness, the serenity—all gone, replaced by anguish and confusion. She sank onto her bed, trembling.
Failed. Again.
She'd promised herself she would confess, own up to her sins. But every time, at the last moment, she faltered.
She couldn't do it.
"It's all your fault!"
Face flushed with shame and fury, Griselda snatched the Codex of Divinitas et Diabolus from her desk and hurled it to the floor.
Instantly, guilt surged up from her soul, overwhelming her.
"I'm sorry! Forgive me… please, forgive me…"
Like a scolded child, she scrambled to pick up the Codex, cradling it in trembling hands, gently brushing away imaginary dust. Her face was a portrait of remorse.
She opened the Codex, eyes scanning its blasphemous teachings. Only then did her heart begin to quiet—guilt and restlessness slowly replaced by a strange, almost holy peace.
But when she came to, the horror returned. Her face went pale as snow.
Again. She'd betrayed the Lord. She'd betrayed Lady Gabriel.
Regret gnawed at her. She never should have touched this evil tome. Curiosity had led her to open Pandora's box—and now, she was cursed. Trapped.
No one knew. No one suspected that Tenra Kamiyo—the Phoenix family's miracle, master of two worlds, half-human, half-devil—dared to aspire to godhood.
If she hadn't witnessed it herself, Griselda would never have believed it. That man's ambition was monstrous.
She wanted to tell someone—her fellow clergy, even Gabriel herself. But every time, when the moment came, she froze. She knew it was wrong, yet she craved the world described in the Codex, hungered for the Evil God's gospel.
Her body, her soul, her faith—all these belonged to the Lord, to Gabriel. Yet now, she longed to surrender them to the Evil God.
She wanted to worship him. She wanted to make Tenra Kamiyo her one, true Lord.
And with each passing day, that desire only grew stronger.
Griselda knew she must be cursed—caught in the web of some artifact, some forbidden power.
But she was powerless. He hadn't touched her body, but he was invading her soul.
She couldn't save herself, couldn't call for help.
Outwardly, she was the same—praying, working, serving. No one saw the torment within. But inside, she was drowning in guilt and longing, watching herself slip further into the abyss.
Almost unconsciously, she opened the Codex again. She knew these were traps, snares set by a false god. Yet every word felt sacred, every reading brought a deep, impossible comfort.
Sin and solace. Torment and peace. The war inside her raged—one side weakening, the other growing stronger.
She understood: if this continued, soon she would be utterly conquered.
"Save me, Lady Gabriel… please, save me…"
From the depths of her soul, Griselda cried out—one last thread of reason clinging to hope.
But her voice was too faint, too distant. Gabriel, far away in Heaven, couldn't hear her.
Someone else did.
"Sister Griselda, your salvation won't come from Gabriel—it will come from me…"
In his private chamber, Tenra opened his eyes, lips curling into a wicked smile.
Through the golden threads of faith woven by the Codex, Tenra could hear every prayer, every secret longing of his followers. Griselda's cry was no exception.
His experiment was working. The Seed of Faith had taken root in her soul, sprouting deeper every day. Soon, he would claim his harvest.
Incidentally, Irina and Asia lay panting at Tenra's sides, while Xenovia sprawled across his chest, tongue flicking.
Tonight, the Church Trio served him.
"Xenovia, don't stop. For your dream."
He patted her rear, voice soft but commanding.
Xenovia's dream was to serve her Lord, to bear His holy child. And tonight, she was giving everything she had.
"Yes, Holy Lord."
Devotion blazed in her eyes. With newfound strength, Xenovia rose again, determined to fulfill her sacred destiny.
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