To Father Raphael, Bain has turned himself into a slender young woman with fair, soft skin, long, elegant ice-colored hair, and matching eyes. Adding insult to injury, she even wore Bain's clothing that was loose fitting on her.

  Father Raphael’s eyes widened in fear as he saw the beautiful yet dangerous young woman pinning him, “You...! You’re that woman!”

  With a sinister yet playful smile, she confirmed his worst fears, "Yeah, it's me! I guess your first question will be, who am I, or what's your name like some goober? Those questions are very redundant and condescending. You know exactly who I am; my name doesn't even matter. What matters are the names you did murder or tried to that you need to know."

  Father Raphael trembled in fear as she continued, "Kenyon Danvers, Willis Rochford, Daniel Branigan, Lewis Bates, Lydia Cromwell... Those are just some of the few people you have sacrificed with no mercy or sense of commonality. All because you wanted someone like me..." She cooed. "I must say, I am very flattered that you would do so much to have someone like me in your hands. Well, now you do! Kind of. Aren't you happy?" She said with an innocent smile.

  However, Father Raphael just mumbled to himself as he prayed.

  "I bet you are...” She confirmed. “If you're wondering about your little friend Bain. He wished he had killed a wiccan. I sometimes wonder why you go after these sympathizers who supposedly love to dress and act like us. At first, I found it prejudicial and offensive. At times, I found those who try to put their little spin on it appalling.

  “Some of it was far from the truth, while other fun facts were dead on. As much as I loathed these pretenders, I had to say they didn't deserve to die. And I guess that's the point; they were too damned easy for you to kill because people like you and Bain couldn't go after the real thing. And even if you had someone like me in your hands, I don't think you would do anything at all.”

  "Full pardon. I will give you whatever you want--!"

  She then laughed at Father Raphael's halfhearted pleas and offered, "I don't need anything from you! Especially salvation. Can you turn back the hands of time and give me back my friend and the villages you burned down? And what about the babies that you had drowned--?"

  "I had nothing to do with it!" Father Raphael, lying through his teeth again.

  “You know something, my Lord..." The wiccan had to laugh at that. "It has been a while since I've done something like that. Gaining power of such magnitude has to deal with such sacrifice. I killed Bain and everyone else. He tried to escape me, but I hunted him down; I ripped his heart out, consumed it, and drank his blood afterward like all the others with him.

  “Why do you think I absorbed their strength, abilities, and memories? And the beautiful part is that it's permanent. What was once theirs is now mine forever. I can even transform myself into them!" That was a lie.

  In reality, she was already stronger than most normal men like Bain and the others. She did use a blood spell to mimic Bain, but it was simply written on her body, which had a time limit. This was purely a scary tactic.

  And it worked perfectly, "YOU ARE A FUCKING MONSTER!" Father Raphael fearfully yelled with his voice cracking. "I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG! YOU BITCHES SHOULD BE HUNG BY YOUR ANKLES AND--!"

  Hearing enough, she took one of his hands and stabbed it through his palm with Bain's knife. He screamed in pain as the blood shot out of his hand.

  "Well, that was a real gusher!" She said with a cheesy smile. "Bain always had a lot of sharp toys. Too bad none of them ever worked on me. Once again, a waste of time and energy. He could've been something better. All of them could have. But you, my Lord... You just wanted to be feared and respected."

  She dragged him to the table; she set his wounded hand flat on the table, “The wiccan. We used that as a blanket term for us aethereal users that redefined and correlated nature and divinity. I am considered a Malefica, a female wiccan. We are separated into larger covens. I belong to the Obscura coven. A Malefica Obscura.” She explained.

  Father Ralphael tried his best not to cry and be brave.

  "When I was in that prison barnyard, hearing all those women being raped and then strangled to death by your so-called holy constituents, it got me wondering. Why is somebody so holy named after one of the seven archangels of heaven?

  “Raphael is one of the seven archangels who attended the throne of God as the angel of healing. He's also considered the patron of science, doctors, travelers, and healing. This name sounds both powerful and artistic. You aren't either of those things that I've mentioned--”

  "Please don't kill me! I'm sorry! I repent!" Father Raphael pleaded.

  "I guess it is true when they say only God forgives because I'm not the forgiving kind," she denied. "However, God usually tests us. Gives us tests of strength and endurance. I want to walk with God and give you a test."

  Father Raphael was afraid to ask as he looked up at his tormentor, “What test?”

  Then, smiling, the evil woman showed him the same bloody knife she had killed the bodyguards and stabbed him with, "How much can one man take before enough is enough? God can only give us so much to handle. And the test is simple, my Lord. I'll cut off every finger you have on this table." Hearing that made Father Raphael tremble in fear as he sobbed uncontrollably. "It's best that you don't scream. Even though nobody can't hear you, thank you soundproof doors that you have built for only this room-- you sick fuck. Because if you don't scream, you win, and I will turn myself in. But if you scream once, I will get what I want."

  “What is it?” Father Raphael asked as he tried to pull himself together.

  "Well, that's just it, you don't know. Maybe it's something bad. Maybe it's something good." The woman joyfully teases. "You don't know unless you give up and scream for me." She cupped his chin as she wanted Father Raphael to see her eyes as she was profoundly serious, "Just don't scream, padre, or I'm going to get what I want from you."

  He didn't nod or say a word. Father Raphael's silence was enough for the Malefica Obscura.

  "Citing my favorite nursery rhyme, my best friend loves to sing to her baby... Get through this entire nursery rhyme, and you will win! Then let's begin!" The Malefica Obscura commences as she readies her blade on Father Raphael's. Solomon Grundy... Born on a Monday..."

  Then, she effortlessly slices off Father Raphael's thumb. Blood spilled out of his stub as he tried his best not to scream.

  Then, she readies her blade on his index finger, “Christened on Tuesday...”

  Then, she effortlessly slices off Father Raphael's index finger. The sound and the feeling of flesh being severed from him, the bone detaching from his hand, was bad enough as he felt the pain of his fingers being severed.

  Miraculously, he didn't scream.

  "Well... I am blown away by your God's given masculinity, padre! Anyone who was anyone would scream like a bitch by now!" Then, she mixed it up as she readied her blade on his pinky finger, "Married on Wednesday..."

  Father Raphael shut his eyes tight as if it would make a difference, as he still felt the flesh and bone being sliced open and ripped off his hand. He was indeed losing consciousness. Breathing slowly, sweating profusely, Father Raphael still didn't scream.

  And so, the woman carried on as she readied her blade on his ring finger, “Took ill on Thursday...”

  Father Raphael felt numb as he knew his ring finger was being cut off; it didn't matter. The pain from getting his other three fingers sliced off was enough for his body to shut down, apart from the mass of blood loss. He didn't scream but started growling and grunting like an animal.

  And then the only finger that was left was the middle finger, "Grew worse on Friday!" The Malefica Obscura shouted as she raised the blade and hard chopped the middle finger. Impressively, the middle finger flew off the table.

  Dazed and confused, Father Raphael looked at his bleeding finger-stubbed hand with lazy amazement.

  It took the Malefica Obscura a few moments to realize the snag of her game. She blinked out of confusion, "Wait a second... I'm not finished with the nursery rhyme; only two more verses! Ah, man! Lydia always said I suck at giving instructions and making game rules!"

  Father Raphael looked up as he snickered with a conquering smile Triumphantly, “I won... I’m going to make you... my bitch!”

  The Malefica Obscura was shocked by Father Raphael's premature victory speech, which made her laugh, "Um, didn't I say you must go through the entire nursery rhyme to win? I still have two more verses left. But don't worry. I got an idea!" The wicked woman puts the blade down and then places her hand on the wounded hand of Father Raphael, “exsarcio!”

  Then, a glowing purple magical symbol appeared on the table as Father Raphael's hand glowed in purple light. All of the blood on the table was gone as it dissipated, and all five of his fingers were restored. He even moved all five perfectly fine and back to normal. He wanted to cry tears of happiness, but then he suddenly remembered.

  The constant reminder was plastered on the smiling Malefica Obscura's face as she held the knife, "Now I can continue! Yay!"

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  "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE! SHOW MERCY!" Father Raphael pleaded.

  However, the Malefica Obscura showed none, "Died on Saturday!" Swiftly chopping off three of his fingers at once, Father Raphael broke his concentration as he screamed in pain.

  Acting as if she was shocked, the Malefica Obscura claimed her victory, "Oh no! You screamed! And I guess you lost, and you were so close, too!" she gave a smug smile.

  Father Raphael felt ashamed and disappointed in himself as he sobbed in despair, “You... You cheated...”

  "I did not cheat, padre. You didn't pay attention and ask questions about what I could do in our little game. You thought that you would win after five!" The Malefica Obscura laughs. "Like you don't even know what I can do. Look at what I have accomplished this far, padre!" She then licked her lips with anticipation. "Now, I think it's time I get what I want. And I know just the thing. But first... exsarcio.”

  Just as before, the Malefica Obscura restored his hand as he regained his fingers for the second time. She even helped Father Raphael up and dragged him to the bed. As she flung him onto the bed, the Malefica Obscura grabbed him by the back of his legs, "Enervo!”

  She had to enact a quick spell as both his kneecaps had glowing green symbols. Two seconds later, they dissipated. But the damage was already done as he couldn't stand or walk without falling.

  It was clear what the Malefica Obscura wanted, and nothing that Father Raphael could do anything about it.

  Comically, Bain's clothes were too big for her, and she struggled to walk in them. The Malefica Obscura began to take off his trench coat. The boots, however, were loose-fitting as well, as she took them off. His pants were already at her ankles as she showed off her thick, shapely legs and creamy pale skin. It was a lost cause, so she kicked them off.

  With a seductive smile and only wearing his black shirt, she joins Father Raphael while he uses his hands to set himself up and drags himself back onto the bed's backboard.

  All this time, I finally found you... Marco thought. “So, my Lord... How old are you?” She asked.

  “I am... I’m 36...” Father Raphael stammered.

  "You look like a teenager. Are you lying to be tough?" She teases as she etches towards him, caressing his lower legs. Even though she used paralysis magic, he could still feel the electrical shock of her touch as it made him shiver.

  “A lot of people say I look young for my age,” it was a sad realization for Father Raphael since he was having a lighthearted conversation with the ‘sworn enemy’ of his religion.

  All the same for Malefica Obscura, even though he had already figured out what she wanted from him, "That means you take good care of yourself. You look very fit and strong. Probably have a lot of stamina and play a lot of sports..."

  “I played football, series A--”

  It was clear what the Malefica Obscura wanted, and nothing that Father Raphael could do anything about it. His worst fears come to fruition as she unbuttoned his shirt.

  “What are you doing?” Father Raphael frantically stammered.

  She was inches from his face as he took in her warm, feminine scent. To him, she smelled sweet, like oranges and cinnamon. But her body heat was warmer than usual. It only meant one thing for women who wanted more than just a conversation.

  “What am I doing?” The Malefica Obscura got impatient by buttoning his shirt, “What does it look like I’m doing, you poor dumb bastard?” She teases.

  His eyes grew large, so big that she could see his pupils. It was Father Raphael's fear and hopefully arousal, "I am a man of the cloth--!"

  “You are a false prophet of a cult with a fake title,” while undoing his belt buckle. "Say fancy words, dunk your head in water, eat paper crackers without jelly, and drink watered-down wine like any other church. That doesn't make you safe or even the better animal."

  "Y-you don't need to do this! I can give you anything else! I'm sorry for your friends, but we only do what God intended!" Father Raphael pleaded.

  "You're doing what Mommy Maria wanted you to do, not God. It kills me that she reads from the same book of truth and twists the words to fit her fictional cultural cleansing agenda. She is no different than those who did it worldwide before birth. Hell, she is no different than those who do it worldwide now and in the future. Because at the end of the day, we are all animals who can walk upright and think for ourselves. So what is the point?”

  After that lecture, she tried to take off his skirt, but in a pitiful attempt, Father Raphael stopped her, “You can’t be serious about that; we are all God’s children--”

  "According to you, I'm not! So which one is it?!” The Malefica Obscura was growing mad and frustrated as he snapped at him.

  Father Raphael even thought about it and immediately felt shame and remorse washing over his body as he looked away.

  "You don't even have to tell me, padre..." The Malefica Obscura bellows. "And just like animals, I want to show you—no, I want you to feel something." She then took one of his hands as she sat up. The Malefica Obscura then placed his hand on her Venus mound, tracing it down to her labia as she made Father Raphael rub it gently. She began to moan immediately in arousal.

  Flushing like a strawberry, he couldn't believe what he felt. It was soft and warm. It was even getting a little bit wetter. Due to her suppressed upbringing, Marco had never acted like this before and was reserved and conservative. Awakening her nephalem heritage revealed her true sultry nature as a Malefica Obscura now.

  Panting and shaking a little, the Malefica Obscura looked into the eyes of the shameful fake priest, "I went to the doctor before I visited my friend. The one, you people, shot up. I adore her baby girl, and I was so envious that she had one before me--!"

  Father Raphael finally snapped out of it as he knew what this meant. Jerking his hand away, he tried to run or crawl away from the Malefica Obscura. Tumbling out of bed, he crawled away as best as he could. Alas, his arms were too weak even to crawl away.

  Reeling from the anxiety and fear that drained most of his strength and adrenaline, "Why, Lord, for I have only asked her what I should do in your name? Please, Lord, deliver me from this torment! Deliver me from this evil! Do not let me be defiled and devoured by the cruel hearts of beasts from the devil!"

  Blinking in confusion, the Malefica Obscura stared at him, trying to run away. He only made it a few meters away. Not rushed, she got off the bed and walked toward him.

  Exhausted from crawling, Father Raphael stopped breathing heavily.

  The Malefica Obscura saw this as an opportunity as she grabbed him by the back of his collar and ripped off his shirt, exposing him topless. Flipping him over, she saw his then-muscular physique up close.

  Indeed, she was utterly amazed by how well-built he was, "oh my! And I thought you were going to be a beanpole! Nice broad shoulders, a killer set of abs, well-sculptured arms... I have to check out what's under the hood!" She knelt between his legs and reached under his waist, pulling off his skirt. It was indeed tight, so it took her a while. However, it was worth it as it exposed something glorious about the supposed holy father's legs.

  It had to be 10 inches, but the thickness of his holy member was a marvel all in itself. She had to stop drooling as she admired its masculine scent. Malefica Obscura was hands-on with her new prized possession as she stroked it gingerly. This got a lukewarm reaction from the recipient as he tried his best not to get aroused. Alas, he was.

  “This is a crime to be unused...” The Malefica Obscura praises with a wicked smile.

  Even if it was flaccid, it was still big. But she just had to know how it looked hard and aroused. She even bobbled and fondled his testicles.

  "These two boys are large and engorged. They are so heavy and filled with your holy water," she coos as she giggles. "Tell me, padre, do you jerk? You have to, looking at these pair of juicy grapefruits.”

  “Do you worst, you wretched dog. I will never give you what you want!" Father Raphael is defiant, with tears in his eyes.

  The Malefica Obscura blinked at him as if she were confused. In all honesty, Father Raphael was confused by this reaction as well.

  Yet, she shrugged and innocently smiled at him, "Do my worst? You the man!" The Malefica Obscura obliged, firmly grasping his penis in one hand and grabbing his testicles with the other.

  He thought she would rub one out for him as a form of punishment for embarrassment.

  Oh, how wrong he was...

  “Adferte Domino. Da ei menteque virili pertingam.” A pair of symbols glowed a dark pink hue on the back of the Malefica Obscura's hands. She would get immediate results of the spell as Father Raphael's became fully erect and his testicles swelled twice their size.

  Feeling the immediate growth and arousal, his legs shiver, and his body trembles. He threw his head back as he felt something leaking out of his penis like a faucet.

  "Don't spill it all now! Allow me!" The Malefica Obscura playfully offered.

  She cupped his testicles as she lapped up the voluminous amount of ejaculation with her tongue. Mesmerized by the smell and volume, she wrapped her lips around his bulbous head, gently sucking out the fluid. It was an amazing taste that warmed her blood and sent her into a euphoric state, as she never had a man for a while to satisfy her.

  Slowly bobbing her head as she takes the shaft down her mouth and throat, she feels him resisting.

  She took her time enjoying such a wonderful meal while hearing him pant heavily. He would look down to see his member being devoured by this woman. She would look up at him and smile.

  “Oh, my god!” He painfully grunted.

  She would slowly pull up while sucking, creating a vortex of pressure around the shaft. It felt like his soul was being sucked out. He had to stay strong, as she did it several times. She enjoyed torturing him like this.

  Then, she would deepthroat him with such brute force it made Raphael collapse on his back. Still, he didn't climax. Determined to get her prize, he grabbed onto his hips and began to face fuck herself.

  His feminine-sounding grunts were so erotic that she couldn't help getting wet hearing them. Raphael would instantly grab her head to feel her soft and silky hair. Her mouth was so warm and wet, her tight and contracting throat. Her soft lips locked around his shaft. He felt he was being eaten alive. To his surprise, Raphael enjoyed it as his body started to relax and become more comfortable. It is only a matter of time before—

  "Oh, my fucking god!" He screamed as he convulsed.

  Shoving her head down, he moaned and screamed. Abruptly, his eyes showed open with his mouth agape as his body gave in. Releasing it down her throat, feeling his member pulsate in her tight throat, his whole body shivered as he didn't make a sound.

  His arms felt heavy as he let go of her. With a few languid strokes, she was done with her meal. Miraculously, she was still rock-hard and fully erect.

  Even though she was enthralled by the taste of a young, fertile man, there was something that she had to address while gingerly jerking him off, "first of all, you are not 36. You have to be in your early 20s to have this potent and flavorful seed, as it's like drinking a glass of full-bodied red wine. We can tell your age just by that alone. Just like I can tell, you are not human either... Since you are a wiccan like me,” she boldly stated.

  Father Raphael was sweating profusely as he was gargling, trying his best not to climax again. Out of the left field, the Malefica Obscura smacked his erection extremely hard. So forceful it almost knocked him out.

  “But she already knew who you were, didn’t you?” The Malefica Obscura was interrogating. “And still, being a nephalem yourself helped many of your own have died or suffered fates worse than death."

  Crawling in the fetal position on the side, he began to cry.

  Shivering and trembling, he started to pray, “Please... Please don’t... No more… I’m sorry... I’m sorry for what I’ve done... I’ve hurt so many people... And I’ll never do it again... As God is my witness, and my Savior, and my friend... If you leave here, I will never go after you or anyone again... Please... Just have mercy on me... I’m sorry...”

  Afterward, Father Raphael completely fell apart as he cried in the fetal position.

  She had a good heart when dealing with other goodhearted people. She was always easygoing and willing to forgive others for their mistakes. But this was no mistake or coincidence.

  The Holy Mother knew how strong this kid was and how rare it was to have a boy like Father Raphael be a wiccan. Father Raphael was more of a long line of mascots than anyone with any importance on the surface while being her ace behind the scenes.

  But in the same vein, he is not entirely innocent. At any time, he could have easily ignored the Holy Mother's orders while collecting her checks and living in this mansion rent-free if he was scared.

  It is not like she is keeping any tabs on him. But then again, absolute power can corrupt the most fragile of minds. He just had to make a name for himself by killing people who were weaker than he was.

  Or that’s what the Holy Mother wanted some like her to believe. This was way more serious and heinous than she could ever be.