Inside the hidden chamber, reality itself bent to Tenra's will. Gabriel and Griselda now lay nestled in his arms, their bodies pressed close, breaths mingling in the aftermath of rebirth.
"How wonderful… Gabriel-sama has finally been granted new life," Griselda murmured, her voice trembling with joy. She'd witnessed every moment of Gabriel's transformation—had even helped guide her through it. Now, the angel she worshipped had returned to the Lord's embrace, reunited with her. Griselda's heart brimmed with happiness; there was nothing left to regret.
Tenra kept his promise and offered Gabriel a quiet apology. "I'm sorry for what I did to you. I went too far."
But Gabriel only gazed at him with pure adoration, her eyes shining with devotion. "No, these were trials bestowed by my Holy Lord—proof of His love. Through them, I found new life. I discovered my true self."
Tenra's lips curled, amusement flickering in his eyes. "That's right. Every trial was my gift to you… every act, a sign of my love."
He leaned down, capturing Gabriel's lips in a long, lingering kiss. He'd tasted her countless times during her training, but somehow, she was always exquisite.
When they finally parted, Tenra whispered, "Gabriel, I'll make it up to you. No—I'll reward you."
"The Holy Lord's reward?" Gabriel asked, trembling.
He smiled. "You've earned it. You passed every trial…"
As he spoke, Tenra entered her, and in that instant Gabriel was flooded with overwhelming happiness and fulfillment. Memories of her ordeal flashed through her mind, but now she understood: the Holy Lord had always loved her, always rewarded her. How foolish she'd been to see only shame and defilement—she'd missed the grace hidden within.
Tears glistened in Gabriel's eyes as she surrendered to Tenra's embrace. "Holy Lord… Holy Lord…"
She wept as she accepted his love, vowing to carve it into every corner of her soul—to repent, to be grateful, to worship him forever.
Griselda joined them, eager for the Holy Lord's favor, hungry for more of his love. She'd received so much already, but her desire was endless.
A fallen angel and a fallen nun, sinking together in bliss. Yet to them, this was the holiest act imaginable.
Watching with icy detachment, Grayfia's eyes softened—just a touch of pity flickered in her gaze. Griselda and Gabriel were twisted now, their bodies and souls utterly dominated by Tenra Kamiyo. Once, they'd been paragons of purity; now, they were nothing but tools, worshippers, slaves to a demon. It was tragic, but also exactly what Grayfia had wanted.
Just wait, God of the Bible, she thought. I'll help Tenra Kamiyo take everything from you. I'll help him bring you down. This is my revenge.
A wild, bloodthirsty smile spread across Grayfia's lips—cold, ruthless, and so beautiful it could drive anyone mad.
"Grayfia. Come here."
Tenra's voice cut through her thoughts. She blinked, returning to herself. For the sake of vengeance, she'd given this man her body, even her soul. She was pitiful, perhaps, but so what?
Without hesitation, Grayfia walked over.
The most beautiful angel, the most elegant maid, the most devout nun—Tenra's feast was lavish beyond compare. He indulged in their bodies, plundered their devotion, reveled in their fall. He lost himself in the pleasure, and the madness stretched on and on, until finally, exhaustion claimed them all.
Angel, maid, and nun lay spent, tangled together, their flawless bodies marked by sin—ivory skin streaked with evidence of Tenra's conquest. It was a sight both sorrowful and strangely beautiful.
But their sacrifice had meaning: they'd given everything for Tenra's pleasure. And in return, they found their own fulfillment—an elevation beyond anything they'd known.
Tenra almost wished it could last forever. But he shook off the thought. Satisfaction was never enough. He couldn't afford to stagnate.
Griselda and Gabriel were now his, body and soul. But this was only the beginning. Tenra planned to use them—his fallen nun and angel—to infiltrate and conquer the Church and the angelic faction.
He planted hundreds of [Seeds of Faith] inside Griselda and Gabriel, a smile of anticipation curling his lips. Someday, when the God of the Bible saw his most devout saints and radiant angels reduced to Tenra Kamiyo's possessions… that would be a sight worth seeing.
"Griselda, Gabriel. Go fulfill the mission I've given you."
He stroked their cheeks, voice gentle yet commanding.
"Yes, Holy Lord…"
Both women gazed up at him, eyes glazed with worship.
Tenra dissolved the [Time Domain] and [Absolute Mist], returning them all to the real church. He cast a barrier to protect Griselda and Gabriel from interruption, then scooped Grayfia into his arms and left.
In the bath, steam curling around them, Tenra pulled Grayfia close and sighed. "Grayfia, we've really done something unforgivable."
Twisting Gabriel's mind and faith—if word got out, it could trigger another war between angels and devils.
Grayfia's eyes were cold. "What, are you scared?"
Tenra snorted, fingers tilting her chin. "Scared? Don't underestimate me, my dear maid."
He smirked, then his tone turned teasing. "Honestly, I never thought you'd go this far. Is revenge really worth everything to you?"
Grayfia's voice was flat. "My whole life is for revenge."
Tenra's expression softened. "I've always admired you, Grayfia. You're proud, cold, perfect… but now, I think you're truly pitiful."
Grayfia's eyes narrowed. "Are you pitying me? I don't need your pity."
"But I insist on pitying you," Tenra replied, voice low and fierce. "I promised you before, but I'll say it again: I'll avenge you. I'll free your soul from hatred. And when I do, you'd better keep your word and give me everything."
He leaned in, their faces almost touching, his words a challenge.
A flicker of emotion crossed Grayfia's silver eyes, but she quickly masked it. "Hmph. Talk to me again when you actually do it."
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