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The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.
JuniKelv_ · 32.2K Views

Nephalem Ascension: Feast of the Unholy

In a world divided between light and darkness, a hero’s fate had twisted into a tale of insatiable desire and forbidden ecstasy. Azariel, the legendary warrior who had slain the Demon King after decades of brutal war, had finally met his end—or so he thought. But instead of the peaceful afterlife he had expected, he awakened in the radiant domain of Sol, the Goddess of the Sun. She had offered him paradise, the chance to ascend as an angel, a reward for his valor. Yet Azariel had known the truth: Sol was no benevolent deity, but a parasite who had orchestrated the endless war to gorge herself on human suffering. Refusing to be her pawn, he had turned to forbidden magic—binding her in an act of defiance and... Well, he used her to graduate from his virginity before truly dying. Yet, death was not the end for Azariel. He awakens again, this time transformed into a Nephalem—a being of both light and darkness, forever altered by the forces he once fought against. Stranded in the fiery depths of Hell, Azariel must navigate his new reality as a succubus, a creature of lust and temptation. With his core shattered and time running out, he embarks on a desperate quest to heal himself through acts of unbridled lust. Will he survive? Can a former hero and a man, now trapped in the body of a succubus, spread his legs and allow others to penetrate the depths of his newfound femininity to the damned? To feed on their life essence and heal his damaged core, because if he can't, his existence will come to a true and final end. ... [Warning: This story contains heavy R-18 sexual content, including heavy gore, BDSM, Fetish , Beastiality; futanari, Incest, kink, breeding, and more. Read at your own risk.] Support: patreon.com/Midnight_Paradox Discord: https://discord.gg/NBqGDtmxnp
Midnight_Paradox · 65.4K Views

The Path to Supremacy

[Warning: Mature audience only] Shidaken was an ambitious man, driven not by hope, duty, or loyalty, but by the cold weight of reality. Raised in a world that showed him only cruelty and injustice, he matured far too early. Betrayal, oppression, and the brutal truths of human nature shaped him into a man who didn’t believe in ideals, only outcomes. Seeking knowledge and power, he joined the Royal Knight Order not to serve, but to understand how power flows, who controls it, and how to eventually bend it. For ten years, he endured the filth behind the armor: the violence, the corruption, the hypocrisy. He watched as the system he was meant to protect consumed lives without purpose or remorse. Still, he said nothing. He watched. He waited. As ambition means nothing without power. Then came the Lair. Tasked with exploring a newly discovered ruin, Shidaken joined a team of royal knight into the unknown. What followed was slaughter. His entire squad was wiped out by forces far beyond their reckoning. Only Shidaken survived. Trapped within the collapsing boss room, cut off from the world, he was left to die. But the lair didn’t kill him. It changed him. Bathed in arcane energy, Shidaken was remade a fusion of man and vampire with mind and soul of a human and body and powers of the vampire, reborn with power neither holy nor demonic. No longer limited by the chains of mortality. Shidaken has gained the power to match his mind. But brute force alone won’t remake the world. Instead, he chooses a darker path of manipulation, deception, and psychological warfare. With charm, wit, and a sharpened sense of control, he begins his campaign not to conquer the world... but to rewrite it. He is not a savior. He is not a tyrant. He is the answer to a question the world was too afraid to ask. In a world teetering on collapse, can Shidaken bend fate to his will? Or will he, like so many before him, be swallowed by the current he seeks to control?
Aaliyan_A_shaikh · 5.7K Views
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