Convent of Blasphemy - Closed/Ended

[Gypsy]

I know this character's erotic interests is out of the game's main focus, but I really do like the idea and the setup, and it would still be fun to join in on the intrigue.

Name:    Iseult Malet Type:      Visitor Concept:   A young noblewoman from a family seeking to better their fortunes by whatever means necessary.  Lady Iseult seeks to buy time in the convent, refusing to consent to the marriage between herself and a wealthy, but elderly, nobleman who has worn out three wives already.  Rather than naively seeking a love match, however, she is working in concert with her father to make as much of her intended's position and wealth as they can, while waiting for his health to worsen, or a better arrangement to surface.  Her time is limited, so she is ripe for corruption, especially if it helps her arrange things more to her liking once she returns to the outside world. Titles: The Hon. -- Her father is Sir Richard Malet, Baron of Eye Gender: Female Orientation: Heterosexual Age: 18 Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Brown Appearance  Iseult is slender and well formed, standing perhaps a couple of inches taller than average, and she cultivates a composed, serene expression.  The snap of her eyes, and the keen awareness in them as she absorbs the conversations around her, often to be put to good use later, gives hint to the fiery passions that she keeps well hidden.  Her long, sleek hair is a mark of her vanity, and she either wears it loose where the shine can be seen, or elaborately braided with ribbons and pins. Background  Iseult spent much of her childhood at her father's estate, under the care of servants.  She has been raised to believe that nobility is just a different form of coin, and that freedoms are earned exponentially, not just by title but by the alliances formed.  Her father's wealth has increased, but the majority of his assets have been tied up in acquiring land.  He is in need of capital or credit, and fortunately, his daughter's beauty is another form of capital to those that value such things.  As soon as she began to blossom into full womanhood, he took her into the city, and into society, the better to make her known and desired.  She has cultivated respectability, and a gentle demeanor, but those who know her best ... namely her servants and her father ... know that she has an acquisitive nature, and while she might be innocent by letter of the law, in spirit, she is far more worldly. Personality  Knowledge, and for the power to be as free as she can be, is what Iseult values, and the focus of her raging hungers.  She bides her time because she understands the precariousness of her position -- if she demands more than society allows without the 'coin' to pay for it, she may find herself in a gilded cage, and far more constricted than she is currently.  She reads forbidden books, she listens to conversations and does not turn her eyes away from things that an innocent girl should not see.   She is cautious, manipulative, measured ... and underneath, always, is that hunger. Abilities She can read, speak several languages, play the harp, sing, and writes with a steady and artistic hand.  She can sew, do needlepoint, is educated in the running of a household and in history and other fields considered 'suitable' ... she takes a particular interest in herb lore, for her own reasons.  Iseult is shrewd, an opportunistic, but she also has a clear vision of the power she would like to wield, and the limitations on how much she might wield without powerful alliances. Desires and Dislikes  She wants to be free of the chains of society's expectations, if only rich enough or influential enough to get around them.  She wants knowledge, she wants to be able to order her world in the way she sees fit, and fill it with things beautiful to her eyes and her senses. Ons and Offs  Technically, she is still a virgin, though she has been actively masturbating since puberty, and she is not at all shy about watching the doings of those who do not know she is about, or know but do not care.  She is also quite familiar with touching and being touched, though this too has been as much about desire for power, or more, than her physical gratification.  What she will do or try is fluid, but she will have no interest in anything that causes her more than slight pain (unless there is significant incentive), and certainly nothing that would leave more than a fleeting mark on her beauty (which she zealously guards.)  In terms of her own desires, she is attracted to men, mostly powerful men, but also can be attracted to submissive men who will bend to her will and go out of their way to please her.  Iseult is not attracted to other women, though that might not stop her from sexual exploits with them, depending on how she might benefit ... and, of course, curiosity might play a factor as well. Writing Sample Iseult peered around the edge of the door, her skirts gathered in her hands to preclude the likelihood of the fabric's movement giving away her presence.  Adam, the newest footman in the household, a young man with the bluest eyes Iseult had ever seen, and a very high opinion of his beauty, had cornered Gretchen in the nursery.  The room was now used mostly for the storage of linen (and assignations), since Iseult was the youngest, and had had no use for a nursery in years.  Gretchen, who was pretty enough if one discounted that her wide eyes, seemingly devoid of all but the faintest wisps of lashes, and slightly flattened chin gave her rather the look of a frightened rabbit, had been a thorn in her side these last few days, with her spying.  Well, now the tables were turned, were they not?  She held her breath, avid eyes locked on the pair as Adam reached up with a curved finger and titled Gretchen's chin, then dipped down to caress daringly over her bodice.  The girl tittered, and flushed, which made the spots on her face show all the more prominently.  Iseult winced, then reached up to run soft fingers along her own cheek, grateful for the fair skin of her mother that she had inherited.  Did the silly rabbit really think that Adam was motivated by nothing but her charms when he could have the pick of most of the servants and more besides? Apparently, she did, for she did little more than twist her head around, to make sure they were not seen, causing Iseult to slide her head back, blocking the view of the masculine hands undoing the ties on Gretchen's straining bodice.  She didn't need to see anymore, anyway.  The sounds coming from within were enough to tell the tale, though she admitted to herself more than a little ... warm ... curiosity about what Adam was doing, since he seemed to be doing it quite well.  Slowly, she snuck another peek, eyes widening as her curiosity was satisfied.  Oh, my, that did look interesting, and technically, she supposed, it did not make Gretchen less a maiden. Interesting though it was, she had seen enough.  When next Gretchen came spying, on behalf of whomever had purchased her loyalty, she would have knowledge with which to put a stop to it.  Knowledge was as good as coin, and often much better.

[VonDoom]

I look forward to it, Chanterelle!

Delirium -- first, welcome, and you definitely can! Your delightful choice in online persona totally gets you bonus points, to boot! But on a more serious note, Brittlby has also expressed interest in the position -- you both are more than welcome to try your hand at it, but ultimately only one character can be the head nun. Depending on which character seems the better fit, one of them may need to be changed.

Gypsy - time to welcome you back here officially! Iseult still looks great and gets an immediate approval! Plus, erotic potential aside, her social opportunities for this game should be very high.

Though you pasted a version prior to the age fix, so please adjust that again. :)

[Gypsy]

Fixed ... again.  :-)

[Brittlby]

Name: Mother Constance Desmarais

Type: Resident

Concept: Heretical Masochist

Titles: Mother Superior, Duchess of Broyles (Formerly), The Inquisition’s “Hand of Mercy” (Formerly), Lady of Contrition and Indulgences for the Church (Formerly)

Gender: Female
Age: 32
Eye Color: Aquamarine
Hair Color: Red

Appearance

Constance seems to exude light and warmth, from her flawless pink skin to her easy smile to her sound wisdom. Charismatic and soft spoken, she entertains any questions with an open warmth and genuine interest in her flock.

Background

The Desmarais family frequently surfaces in historical literature, as staunch allies of the Light and ever benefactors of the Church. Constance, like her mother and grandmother before her, possessed an affinity for the Light. Though the archaic origins of her family’s connection to the Church are horrific and savage, for the last two centuries they provided the sacramental vintages. So refined is the palate of the Desmarais ladies, it is said that they can taste a man’s sins from a drop of sweat or strand of hair.

It is this “gift” that sent Constance away at the age of 12, renouncing her noble blood and family because of something she tasted from a kiss on her father’s cheek. She served with the Inquisition, as a “Hand of Mercy”, offering clemency and forgiveness for those who confessed. Clemency was often in the form of brutal execution, but considered more merciful for its brevity.

Young and fervent in her belief at the time, she soon came to realize even as she raised through the ranks, that there were no truly righteous men once they tasted what it was like to have power over another. They clothed their wickedness under the disguise of duty, their horrific vices sanctioned by the Church. Worse still, after tasting the sins of so many, she was beginning to develop appetites of her own.

And so it was that she left to become part of the most cynical (but considerably less bloody) branch of the Church, the Indulgences. While base peasants and farmers were held accountable before the Light, the wealthy had other options. For a fee, the righteous agent of the Church could take the sins upon themselves and offer the wealthy and “repentant” a morally clean slate, pardoning their wickedness.

The Indulgent would then pray and suffer to seek repentance in the place of the wealthy. While many sin eaters would shirk this part of their duty, taking the gold and not suffering to expunge the sins, Constance was diligent in her duties and unshakable in her faith in the Light.

Her faith in the Church... was not so unwavering at this point. And so it was that she came to Saint Ziv in the party on pilgrimage. Things went as they always do within the Convent but in Constance, the denizens found something remarkable. A worthy opponent.

Not content with her role within the Church, suffering in the place of the wealthy and wicked, she felt she found her calling within the walls of the Convent. She worked to convert and give counsel to the repentant by day, taking on their burdens by day and at night subjecting herself to the whims of the dark.

She follows the rules and does not reveal the nature of the Convent, nor does she attempt to convert the depraved unless they ask it of her. Rather she serves as a gentle guide to those who may be led astray... the last warning to turn back at the gates of perdition.

Personality

Mother Desmarais is resilient, her mind like a fortress. She feels that she was sent to the Convent by the Light itself, and her gifts were given to her so she might be a beacon to those in the darkest of places.

That said... she has tasted the sins of hundreds and experienced the depravities and delights as if they were her own. It has taken its toll, so much so that she has begun to develop a taste for certain indulgences herself, looking forward to her nights of “submission and repentance”.

She offers gentle advice to those who are being led off of the path and forgiveness for those who seek a way back into the grace of the Light. Constance plays a chess game with the forces of darkness, as they try to break her nightly and she tries to offer moral direction to the lost during the day.

Abilities

Constance is a trained pardoner and sin eater. As such, she can take in the burden of darkness within others. From a taste of a man, like a wine sommelier, she can divine something of the nature of his vices and sins.

She is an ex inquisitor and as such has a comprehensive knowledge of “modern” anatomy, torture methodology, Church doctrine and the secrets/vices of the hierarchy of the Church and nobles.

Additionally she is able to utilize the Light internally to heal herself and cleanse her spirit. It comes in handy as the Mother Superior can’t be seen welcoming guests with rope burns around her arms and thighs.


Desires and Dislikes

What was once truly contrition to purify her soul has begun to become something else. Constance has grown to on some level crave and enjoy her nights of submission.

Ons and Offs

Ons-
Bondage, Orgasm Deprivation, Spanking, Humiliation, Temptation, Corruption, Addiction, Choking, Multiple partners, etc. Fifty Shades/The Secretary kinda stuff. lol

Offs-
Toilet stuff and Extreme violence/Maiming

[Delirium]

Ah!  Ok.  Here is my write-up.  If Brittlby ends up being the better choice for Day Leader, no worries, this can be pretty well adjusted for any sister of the convent :)

Name: Sister Miriam; nee Arianne Strachvas
Type: Resident
Concept: Sister Submissive
Titles: Sister
Gender: Female
Orientation: Pansexual - as long as they are willing to hold a whip, Miriam has no qualms. 
Age: 28
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Light brown with several streaks of gray

Appearance
She stands at 5'8", but holds herself proudly as the pillar of the convent.  Beneath the heavy layers of her vestments, she is somewhat slight of frame, thanks to a life of asceticism, but clearly firmly built.  Delve even further, and one will find a network of pink scars all along her back.

Background
Arianne was brought to the convent at the ripe at of 9 by a concerned farmer who found her wandering his lands wearing nothing but a singed smock and tightly clutching a small holy talisman to her chest.  Nearly catatonic, she merely moved when asked, opened her mouth when food and water were presented, but spoke nothing for a week.  When the nuns were finally able to coax a few words from her, the first sentence she whispered was, "The wicked shall burn."

Arianne's father had been a traveling textiles merchant who carried his life, including his wife and young daughter, in a wagon that rolled all around the nation of Kirania, as well as some of the neighboring kingdoms.  Life was relatively simple, though filled with experience for one so young.  Arianne was educated in the ways of the road and the people, quickly learning trade, barter, as well as social graces from her father's dealings.  "Smile and show warmth, but do not allow yourself to be taken for a sap, young one."  Her mother was a devoutly religious woman, and so taught her the principals of the Church by reading her passages day in and out.

One dry autumn evening while camping along an unmarked road, her father sent Arianne to fetch kindling and branches for the evening cook fire.  However, when she returned, Arianne was met with screams and horrible raucous laughter.  A band of highwaymen had come across her father's wagon and had proceeded in turning everything in on itself.  Arianne watched in horror as two strung up her father from the nearest tree, while several others raped and ravaged her mother.  Panicked, the child could only think to do one thing - she took her oil lantern and flung it at the nearest group of bandits.  Instantly, a man's britches caught flame, as did the wheel of the wagon, and soon the canvas, as well as several nearby trees.  In a matter of minutes, the camp was an inferno. 

Arianne fled. 

Grief, terror, exhaustion, and guilt wracked her young mind until it shattered.  She was barely a shell when the farmer had come upon her and taken her to the convent.  As she slowly returned to a sense of self, her mother's teachings had given her an implicit trust of the Church, the only thing left of comfort in this world.  But the incident left her mind warped, and the Convent's true nature only fed the darkness moreso.  She was first a diligent acolyte, then when she became of age, a dutiful and capable sister, re-baptized as Sister Miriam.  To the world, she was a paragon of righteousness and light:  kind, charitable, and devout.  But when the door were locked, she was forever seeking punishment for the death of her family.  The world was nothing but a cesspool of sin; what was there left but to give in?

Personality
Determined, diligent, and firm, but also charming and hospitable.  To those that know her true nature, she can be cold and unyielding, though she is still sympathetic to all.  Most are simply fools who do not know better.  She has a twisted devotion and faith to the Convent alone. 

Abilities
A bastion of the Faith, she is well trained in the texts and interpretations.  Additionally, her time on the road left her gifted with a keen mind and a silver tongue. 

Desires and Dislikes
The Convent is Sister Miriam's one true place of comfort in this world, and to keep it safe is her only goal in life.  Inquisitors and superiors of the Church of Light are more than welcome, but she would gladly slit their throats in their sleep if push came to shove.  Despite this violence is not in her nature, and just wishes for the world to open its eyes.

Ons and Offs
Ons:  BDSM (sub/switch with heavy emphasis on bondage); dubcon; many more, things are often up for discussion
Offs:  Incest, vore, watersports/scat, straight-up non-con or rape 

[Knarfy]

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Name: Sister Clarity / Eisheth
Type: Convent
Concept: Corrupted Nun
Titles: Sister
Gender: Female/Futa
Age: 27
Eye Color: Blue / pink
Hair Color: Black

Appearance
Sister Clarity is a slender woman with dark hair and pale skin. She stands around 5'6" tall, and wears glasses. She displays little evidence of her inner corruption under most circumstances, though her full lips and unconciously sensuous demeanor have inspired their fair share of impure thoughts. However, this innocence is merely a shell, one as thin as the robes she wears. The first evidence that something is wrong are the glistening black studs that adorn her nipples. When she is aroused or flustered, a sort of oily black goo begins to ooze out of her vagina. Eventually, her true nature becomes revealed as the color drains from her skin and the goo solidifies into a glistening black demonic cock.

Background
Sister Clarity was given to the church as an infant, and has lived among the clergy her entire life. She grew up to be a kind and compassionate girl, as innocent and pure as the driven snow. That innocence, however, would prove to be her downfall.

It began not quite 10 years ago, when she was sent on pilgramage to the cathedral in Kiranis. There, a corrupt, but not Corrupted, priest used his position to take advantage of Sister Clarity's innocence, convincing her to expose herself and allow him to touch her under the auspices of some half-baked nonsense about the cleansing Light. The priest's hands ignited the young woman's natural urges, leaving her flustered and confused. By itself, these experiences wouldn't have been more than a brief detour in her path towards the Light, but the forces of Darkness have an uncanny ability to sense weakness.

An agent of Darkness confronted her in the guise of a fellow sister, hinting at deeper knowledge of Sister Clarity's struggles. Desperate to understand what was wrong with her, and already beginning to doubt the priest, Clarity begged the Sister for help. What she received was a small box made of a dark, oily sort of wood, and a mention that more aid might be found in the Convent of St. Ziv.

Sister Clarity accepted the box, but the sight of it made her strangely uncomfortable, so she hid it away and tried to forget about it, hoping that whatever plauged her would pass on it's own.

It did not.

If anything, it became worse. By then she had begun to realize the nature of her struggle. She shunned the priest's affections, but the damage had already been done. A seed of lust now dwelt within her. Her body begged to be touched both day and night, and hardly an evening passed that her fingers didn't find their way between her legs. But she was doomed to remain unsatisfied, frustrated, until she opened the box.

Within, laying upon purple velvet, was a long phallus of glistening black stone. Sister Charity had never seen one before, but she knew what it was, as well as roughly what she was supposed to do with it. Some part of her knew that it was wrong, and that she would be crossing a line, but she lied to herself, saying 'Just this once, so that I sooth this burning heat...'

Unbeknownst to her, just once was all the demon needed. The black rod was far more than a simple dildo. It was in truth the corporeal form of a parasitic demon known as a phallolith. As she thrust the demon inside her body, through the opening of her sex, the demon thrust itself inside of her soul, through the opening of her sin. It spread through her, coating her spirit in it's dark, oily essence, both consuming and becoming her very soul.

Sister Chastity awoke the next morning with only the faintest memories of the previous night. She felt confused and weak, but had a certainty that she must travel to the Convent of St. Ziv. Her superiors were curious as to why she felt the sudden need to leave, but 'I feel called by the Light' was sufficent to deflect suspicion. She was gone within the week.

Personality
The present Sister Charity is kind and considerate, if also rather absent minded. She often acts in a highly flirtatious manner, though this seems to be more from airheadedness and innocence than any lacivious intent.

Of course, this is all a front. 'Sister Chastity', the airheaded sweetheart, is nothing more than a semi-autonomous shell hiding her true self, the nacent demon Eisheth. Eisheth is mischevious, cruel, and filled with lust. She revels in sin. The only thing better to her than participating in debauchery is leading the innocent down the same path.

Abilities
Eisheth is the darkest elements of Sister Clarity's spirit infused with demonic essence, and manifests as an oily black goo that dwells within the Sister's body. Eisheth can hide inside the shell of her former self, making her very difficult to detect by agents of the Light. However, when she is hidden in this way, she's only able to indirectly influence Sister Clarity's behavior, leaving what's left of her old self in charge.

When manifested, Eisheth has unnatural strength and speed, and is able to exude the black goo of her demonic corpus and control it for a variety of purposes. She can solidify it to varying degrees, creating weapons, or more commonly, a penis. She can also infuse it into others on contact, creating temporary minor transformations and other physical effects.

She also has the ability to infuse much more of her essence into a fully willing individual, planting a similar seed to the original phallolith within them. Properly nourished, this seed will eventually sprout, corrupting them into a weaker demon bound to Eisheth.

For now, Eisheth is still fairly weak. The dual being of Sister and Demon is still mostly Sister Clarity. However, as the Sister feeds her darker half, Eisheth grows and corrupts her further, becoming more powerful even as her 'shell' grows thinner.

Desires and Dislikes
Eisheth desires apotheosis through sin. She seeks to complete her transformation into a full demon and to corrupt others and bind them to her will. Sister Clarity, if asked what she wanted, would have trouble answering.

Ons and Offs
Ya know, whatevs really :D
No bathroom stuff? No super-gross gore?

Writing Sample
Probably gonna come back around to this later... I need to take a break xD

[Chantarelle]

Done editing! 🤗

[Eikichi]

Tentative interest. Going to see how this fills out.

[VonDoom]

Three new characters, excellent -- and also, welcome, Eikichi!

Brittlby and Delirium, the proposals for head nun are very interesting and will need further consideration. I'd like both of you to think about how your characters feel about actively engaging in subterfuge towards other members of church and visitors, hiding what happens in the convent and aiding the enemies of the Light-- and write a bit about that. From my understanding, this will likely be more involved for Constance, since she retains a genuine belief in The Light, but I'd still like to know what Miriam thinks on the subject -- and also if she has any plans or hopes for her future.

A side note for Brittlby - since Light and Dark are opposed, as Constance's affinity towards the dark grew and grows, exacerbated by constant exposure, her abilities will have continually weakened. I'm absolutely fine with her retaining a measure of healing and cleansing, but its growing weakness and fear of a complete loss could be very interesting to explore.

And for Knarfy -- welcome to the new thread! Overall, I see no problems with the character and the duality is definitely an interesting element to explore. It'll be interesting how other residents interact with the blissfully ignorant 'shell'.  ;D Let us know when you've got the sheet finished.

Edit: Sorry, so much to look over, I forgot to add -- Chantarelle's Emra is now approved.

[Chantarelle]

Yay!

[Chantarelle]

Name: Emrafah Hyzenthlay
Type: Visitor
Concept: Possessed by a succubi/maiden seeking help
Titles: None
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Eye Color: Brown almost black
Hair Color: Dark brown

Appearance Tall and slender, yet toned and strong. Her measurements are 35-24-35 and she stands, taller than most women at 5’10.

Background Emra was born to immigrants from Leona, a country in the midst of a civil war, allied with Kirania. Leonites, as they are derogatorily called (the proper name being Leonians), is a land of mixed religions and cultures. Discrimination and out right racism against Leonians runs rampant outside of its borders, even so, her parents could not begin to imagine raising there child in such chaotic times.

Her parents died when she was 16, leaving her the family farm. She found the work and the days long. When she wasn’t feeding, gardening, milking, gathering, cooking or cleaning she was in the market selling her products. Life was grueling and redundant but predictable.

One evening, at the age of 23, while asleep in her bed, she awoke drenched in sweat, her heart pounding in her chest. It was no nightmare that had woken her up but a sudden paralyzing feeling that had ripped through her peaceful sleep. There had been no movement, no sound and yet Emra knew there was someone or something else in the room with her.    The next sensation she would feel was a sharp, twisting pain in her abdomen that sent her clutching at her stomach, she even opened her mouth to scream but as she did, whatever presence she had been feeling took shape before her very eyes in the form of...herself. Eyes widening in fear and confusion Emra projected a scream at the thing which only served to make it smile maniacally before imploding into a shower of dust, the motes of which gathered together and flew down Emra’s slender throat before she could even stop screaming.

For a while she sat there in bed trying to convince herself that what had just happened had not. She had almost done it when her skin started to itch and burn, the sensation of thousands of fireants biting. Running out barefoot into the cool night air brought minimal relief to her so she stripped off her night gown, exposing herself shamefully to the Light. Emra fell to her knees before realizing that the itching and burning had stopped. But by now Emra was hysterical, collapsing to the ground, wailing. Whatever was happening to her was not of the Light, this was something dark and twisted. She could feel it...inside of her, it was a heavy feeling that incongruently made her body feel light and her head swim, at the same time it was a dark, insidious feeling. She knew from years of going to church that this was demonic. Slipping back on her white, cotton nightgown, she slowly rose, staggering a bit, still sobbing. She knew where she had to go, because this had been no dream. This had been a demon.

Personality Serious and hard-working, religious and reverent, Emra bides her time as she waits for death to take her as it took her parents, but she is patient and knows the church disdains suicide. So...hands tied...she finds a beautiful obliviousness in work of any kind.

Being a virgin, she is shy and weary of the opposite sex unless dressed in religious garb. Her faith is strong and the only thing keeping her persistent in life, or else she would have killed herself long ago.

Abilities She has a strong will based on faith. And a strong body based on back breaking non-stop work.

Desires and Dislikes Emra has given up on her desires as times and life are hard on orphaned farmers. She used to dream of a man taking her away from all of the pain and hardship.

Her dislikes would be a bad season for her crops and having to kill an animal for sustenance.

Ons and Offs ONS:
- The story/Drama/Romance
- Character development
- choking
- being cared for
- Dominant Men (I like to fight back)
- building tension
- foreplay (until I beg for it)
- noncon scenes
- Love/Hate Sex

OFFS:
- incest
- bestiality
- furries
- feet
- piss and/or shit
- Futa
- food
- anthros

[Chantarelle]

lol I'm a dork, and a little drunk right now. I deleted my post but no worries, it's back! *hiccup*

[Cryptic]

Redid the background and adjusted their abilities a bit more so hopefully makes better sense.

[Brittlby]

Nun battle? BATTLE!!!! I’ll put something together!

[Brittlby]

(OOC: She’d go something like this!)

Name: Mother Constance Desmarais


“The Light Always Prevails... here endeth the lesson.” Mother Constance closed the tome, savoring the stench of old paper and rich leather. The brass latch pricked her thumb as she slowly twisted it into a locked position. A few drops of blood trickled down her freckled fingers to splash on top of the symbols etched into the lock. The filigreed righteous sigils stood stark red against brass as she whispered a soft prayer of blessing atop it, preventing the pages from molestation by the forces of darkness over the “long night”.

She smiled warmly at the congregation, having reached the informative portion of the service, “Please welcome our guests only arrived this morning. They come to us on pilgrimage no less. Mathias, Karen and Tobias are passing through our way, awaiting a break in the poor weather before pressing onwards.

The eldest brother, Mathias, was a tawny young man, wiry from continued labor during the small famine. He eyed her furtively with a look she recognized in men, a flush settling over his face as she mentioned him by name, “I warn you all... I myself was on the same pilgrimage and fell in love with this place. A week at Ziv’s can turn into a lifetime...”

Constances smile turned razor thin for a moment as if she were enjoying a private joke. It was only an instant before she was radiating her light again, “I have also been informed that caution is necessary beyond the walls of the Convent come nightfall. The wild boars have returned with the turn of the season. It is not recommended you leave the walls after dark. But there is always some good with the bad... even when we do not see it. In this case, we shall be breaking our fast with ham this morning after so many weeks of hard cheese and unleavened bread.”

She stepped from the pulpit, meeting the gaze of more than a few of the agents of Darkness as she resumed her role as figurehead and master of the day clergy. The exchange was subtle. They promised her horrors and delights in the night to come, while her own gaze brooked no dissension amongst the rabble while the watchful eye of the sun was out, “My door is always open... as I am rarely to be found inside the study. Look to the Garden, the wine cellar or the aviary if you have any need of me. Bask in the daylight... It grows cold at night.”

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Mother Constance had been tending to the wine, testing its buoyancy with a slender silver bauble.  Fermentation was very much the process of corruption at play, and so in its study she found it had much in common with the insidious and infectious methodology of the Dark. The application of reagents and pressure to what was once the bounty of the sun, followed by darkness and time. The part she savored the most was when she blessed it. Again, the task not entirely dissimilar to her own at the Chapel.

Finding a new place in the Light for things corrupted by the darkness...

She sampled the wine, breathing in across her tongue as she judged where it was in the process. As she did so, Constance found the young man, Mathias had braved the steps of the wine cellar to seek her out, “Mathias?”

“Pardon, your grace! I know you are quite busy!” He seemed on some level elated that she remembered his name, barely a man at nineteen summers.

“I don’t think of it as busy. My father used to ask, if you enjoy what you do, is it truly work?”

“I... is it appropriate to discuss a lapse of faith with you or is there another sister who accepts confession?” He blurted out, “I have shamed myself on this holy ground.”

“You have scarcely been on the grounds since cock’s crow. How much can a fresh faced boy sin in four hours?” She replied, putting down her vintner tools in favor of giving him her full attention. A slender hand like a dove patted the seat next to her

“Heh..”  He laughed nervously before sitting down at her behest, “I... When we were first allowed into the gates, I took my sister and brothers bags to our quarters. I... I passed a large door and a voice drew my attention. Otherwise, I swear I would not have...” he swallowed hard, as if fearful she did not believe him. Constance simply nodded to reassure him and he rediscovered his courage, “The door was open and I spied you... You were cleaning yourself at the basin and whispering prayers.”

Constance smiled softly as she divined where the confession was headed, “If it was because my door was left open, this sounds as if perhaps I am the one who should apologize.”

“I spied you without clothing, in the midst of morning prayers, calling out to the Light and... I could not forget the sight. Even now.” He blushed furiously at the memory, “I found a private corner and... touched myself. I would have cried out your name but I did not know it.”

Mother Constance responded with a short chuckle, as he believe to think she was so delicate that being masturbated to would fill her with revulsion. A mere week ago, she had begged and suckled at the phallus of a devil lord to spare a young woman learning the vices of the Darkness before she moved onwards. She suspected much the same might be in her future tonight to protect Mathias’ siblings.

Mother Constance reassured him, “... the brightest Lights cast the darkest shadows. Our Light of life crafts many pleasing things and the strong are rewarded when they defeat temptation. Would you know me carnally and not know my name or would you find one for who you were made and she for you?”

She stood to her full height, running her hand through the curls of his hair as he rested his head against her abdomen, “A few minutes sweating in a hallway, hiding in the dark... is that worth your vows? Temptation is as fleeting as your lust. It passes and then you must look at yourself during the rest of the day.”

“I see.”

“When you find love, there will be no room in your heart for what you saw of me.” She assured him, helping him to his feet before she took her leave. Despite her protests to the contrary, she WAS actually quite busy.

++++

She had caught Lorte in the hallway after nightfall. He had been staring lasciviously at Karen throughout the day and so she suspected that might be his destination. Amongst the dark things in the Convent, they savored corruption. And while a young virgin was a fair prize, more intriguing was being the one to break Mother Constance.

She feigned weakness and arousal and he was upon her instantly, taking her to his chambers and having his way with her. The fetters dug sharply into her wrists and thighs. Her struggle was half seeking freedom and half enjoying the taut embrace of the rope.

Lorte breath hissed against her sweaty shoulder blade as he moved to mount her from behind, “Your new boy... he is something else...” His breath stank of the cask of wine she had reserved for lesser creatures. Unblessed and sour, “Kahr is trying her hand at him. Would you like to be his pet once we’ve taught him the appropriate appetites?”

She mumbled back an assent against her gag, knowing full well that refusal would only strengthen the demon’s resolve to break Mathias. Her compliance would keep Karen safe from Lorte at least for tonight.

++++

Mother Constance dribbled the cold water across her chest, wiping away the kiss of the lash and blood as she prayed. This time she had made certain her door was closed. It wouldn’t do for HER to tempt the wayward! The irony of it was almost enough to give her chills.

The water as it ran down her slender form grew red with blood and eventually... black with sin. Her skin was radiant in the looking glass, shimmering as it burned away the depravities of the previous night. It was once a glorious moment as the morning sun came up to her chamber and it’s eye revealed her to be perfect and resplendent.

... that was years ago. Now she could see the stains. Faint like freckles across her pale skin, they tugged at her heart and loins. The remnants of sins she had drank too deeply from and enjoyed too much. Constance suspected that she could still bleach them away, if she did not wish on some level to keep them.

Some sins that remained to mark her were the only memory left of people she had failed to bring to the light, while others... well others she just happened to enjoy remembering. She was only human, after all!

++++

“The Light Always Prevails... here endeth the lesson.” Mother Constance closed the tome, savoring the stench of old paper and rich leather. The brass latch pricked her thumb as she slowly twisted it into a locked position.

“Too soon has the time left us... to our Pilgrims, we wish you a safe and warm journey.” She smiled down at the three siblings who were already packed and leaving after breaking fast. Mathias had put on weight and she could see the color creeping back in his cheeks. He held his sister’s small bag and smiled up at the Mother Superior. Karen also had a healthy glow, having taken to her studies of the Word with a renewed vigor.

Times like this were what made her sacrifice worthwhile. She would have reveled in it more but for the fact her eyes happened to stray to the youngest, Tobias. The boy smiled up at her angelically, his lips parting like a razor blade for a moment as his grin broadened impossibly wide. His teeth were barbed and wicked in a purple maw... and then the moment was gone. He was back to being an angelic child.

Mother Constance had feared that might be the case and so she had given Mathias rations for the trip. She had traced the sigils with her own tears and they would be in the creatures belly before the sickness took him and he realized his choices. Fight his demons or succumb to the fever.

It was a violation of her agreement on Convent grounds, but once he was down the road, he was fair game. She looked down at her hands where they rested atop the tome, the new dark freckles staining her fingertips reminding her that pride too could be a sin...

(Had to PG bits for the SFW requirements of the request board)

[TheLaughingOne]

[Delirium]

Eep! Oh my.  Alright, I will put together a little blurb probably tomorrow afternoon for Miriam  :-)

[VonDoom]

Redid the background and adjusted their abilities a bit more so hopefully makes better sense.

That they do. Your character is approved! However, please keep in mind that the Light is dominant outside of a few stray pockets like the convent and has been so for a good while.  :-)

(OOC: She’d go something like this!)

Well and beyond any expectations! I'll wait for Delirium's response before I make a call on the head nun position, but either way, that is a very well crafted character and excellent narrative.

[Delirium]

Gah.  Sorry, guys.  I'm totally drained today.  For sake of efficiency and general awe, Imma say give Day Leader to Brittlby - they did an awesome job, and I can easily switch over to a sister with serious masochism.

[Dhi]

Nunsploitation is my wheelhouse, but I'm not interested in writing a male character. Is that all you're accepting at this time? And, is the premise intended to be a straight vehicle?

[TheLaughingOne]

Heyya Dhi!

No idea if only accepting males... But!

I think a majority of our chars are futa, or something like, one genderfluid (As they are a seduction demon), one male played by someone voicing they would like to see him turned to a female, and female, i kinda doubt that we are really doing something hetrocentric :3

A big theme is breaking taboos, and going with your urges, so its unlikely characters will catch grief over sexuality, save in dayside stuff where they nees to try and pass for normal as to not grab suspicion and all which would be bad.

Hope that helps some!

[Knarfy]

(Had to PG bits for the SFW requirements of the request board)

Oh geez, I'm glad you mentioned that before I got back around to my writing sample, cause it was not gonna be PG13 xD

[Dhi]

Hey, TLO!

What I'm seeing is at least some expectation that the number of male and female characters at the convent should be in equilibrium. There's also nothing on the sheets to indicate sexual preference. At least one character is specifically not interested in women, but the rest are a mystery.

[TheLaughingOne]

Well, we only have one male.. mine claims male in public, but thats more of expectation from family then how they feel.

And.. yeah, bad on my part for that assumption:T though, i think one most of the hetro players bowed out as the majority of characters were female with no real option for otherwise..

So.. no idea, sorry:(

[Bibliophilia]

I'm slowly getting back into the swing of things after a hiatus and thought I'd check this out, as it tweaks many of my Ons.

I'm interested in writing a dominant male role, probably a demon who can assume a human form and works in the convent in some capacity by day.  Maybe tending gardens or something similar?