The Bronze Bull of Gremory - 16 (Patreon)

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Warning: this chapter might be problematic to people due to certain elements at the end being associated with Christianity and profanity. No hate or disrespect meant to any religion; it is just how the story was going in my mind. I apologise for any offense caused but it is my duty to warn you against reading after this point. With that out of the way, I hope the rest of you enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 16

~ Rias Gremory ~

The afternoon sun bled through the arched windows of the old school building, casting long shadows across the floorboards of the Occult Research Club. The atmosphere inside the room was usually a comforting blend of Earl Grey tea, the soft rustle of paperwork, and the idle, comfortable chatter of the Gremory peerage.

Today, however, the air felt brittle. Rias Gremory sat behind her heavy mahogany desk, her hands steepled beneath her chin, her turquoise eyes narrowed into sharp, calculating slits. To her right stood Akeno Himejima, the Queen, her signature smile replaced by a polite but utterly frosty mask. Koneko Toujou sat on the velvet sofa, a half-eaten chocolate bar forgotten in her hand, her golden eyes fixed unblinkingly on the door. Issei Hyoudou stood near the centre of the room, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his brow furrowed in confusion, while Asia Argento, the gentle Bishop, cowered slightly behind his shoulder, her hands clutching the fabric of her school skirt.And standing opposite the desk, utterly unbothered by the hostility directed at them, were the intruders. Sona had brought them in a while ago before she had been summoned by her sister to understand the stance of the higher-ups on this unwelcomed visit. Two girls, roughly the same age as the club members, clad in complete white cloaks that did little to hide the combat gear beneath. The air around them practically hummed with the sharpness of the magic that was harmful to devils, their holy aura burned the sensitive noses of the devils in the room. "I will state our business plainly, Rias Gremory," said Xenovia Quarta. She was a striking girl, her hair cut into an asymmetrical bob with a single, vibrant streak of green framing her stoic face. Her golden eyes were devoid of any warmth towards their host. Over her shoulder rested an enormous, heavily wrapped broadsword. "The Vatican has been robbed. Three of the Excalibur fragments have been stolen by the Fallen Angel cadre Kokabiel. We have tracked them to this town. We are here to retrieve them, and we demand that the local devils stay out of our way.""You march into my territory, uninvited, and issue demands?" Rias countered, her voice smooth but laced with the inherent authority of her position as the sister of Sirzechs Lucifer. "That is a bold strategy for an exorcist. The treaty between the Three Factions is fragile at best. Kuoh is under the jurisdiction of the Houses of Gremory and Sitri. If Fallen Angels are operating here, it is under our jurisdiction to exterminate them.""Your jurisdiction is irrelevant to the retrieval of holy relics," Xenovia replied coldly. "The Excalibur fragments are the property of the Church. Devils have no place meddling with weapons of God. We simply ask for your non-interference. If you cannot guarantee that, we will be forced to view you as hostiles aligned with the thieves.""Now, now, Xenovia, let's not be so mean right off the bat!" The second girl stepped forward, her twin tails bouncing with a starkly contrasting energetic cheerfulness. Irina Shidou possessed a bright, sunny disposition that seemed entirely at odds with the massive, wrapped sword she carried and the holy cross swinging from her neck. She looked around the room, her eyes landing on Issei, and her face lit up with genuine recognition."Issei! It really is you, isn't it?!" Irina beamed, stepping closer to the bewildered Red Dragon Emperor. "I couldn't believe it when I sensed you! It's me, Irina! From when we were kids! We used to play together all the time!"Issei blinked, his brain struggling to process the sudden shift in tone. "Irina? Wait... the small boy who used to punch me in the arm? You're a girl?!"Irina pouted, crossing her arms beneath her chest. "Of course I'm a girl, you dummy! I just had short hair back then! But honestly, Issei..." Her bright smile faltered, replaced by a look of profound, tragic pity. "When I realized your aura... when I saw what you've become... it broke my heart. A devil. You sold your soul, Issei. You've turned your back on God's love and become a creature of filth and sin."Issei took a step back, the harshness of the words stinging like a physical slap. "Filth? Hey, wait a minute! Buchou saved my life! The Gremory family is my home now!""They deceived you," Irina said, her voice trembling with righteous fervour. "They prey on the weak and the dying. It’s so sad, Issei. But don't worry! I'll pray for your soul. Even if you are a dirty devil now, the Lord is merciful. Perhaps your purgatory won't be eternal.""Irina," Xenovia cut in, her voice slicing through the childhood reunion with the warmth of a scalpel. "Do not fraternize with the enemy. They are devils. Their very existence is an affront to our Lord. We are here for the swords, not to reminisce with damned souls."Xenovia’s golden eyes swept the room again, assessing threats. They passed over Issei, over the rest of the Gremory peerage and finally settled on the trembling blonde girl hiding behind Issei’s back.Xenovia’s stoic expression twisted into a sneer of utter contempt."And here I thought the stench in this room was simply the natural odour of devils," Xenovia said, her voice dropping to a harsh, judgmental register. "But it is something far worse. A traitor. A heretic."Asia flinched violently, shrinking into herself. "Asia Argento," Xenovia spat the name as if it were poison on her tongue. "The Holy Maiden who consorted with the enemy. The witch who claimed to heal, only to use her gifts on the vile and the damned. I see you have finally found where you belong—wallowing in the mud with the very demons you were meant to cast out.""Hey!" Issei roared, stepping in front of Asia, shielding her from Xenovia’s glare. "Don't you talk to her like that! You don't know anything about what she went through!""I know she is a disgrace to the Church," Xenovia continued, her voice rising, echoing off the walls with cruel pragmatism. "She was given a gift by God, and she spat in His face by healing a devil. She was excommunicated, exiled, and stripped of her grace. She is no longer a child of the light. She is a witch. A whore of the underworld who spreads her legs for the demonic scum that pull her strings."Asia let out a broken sob, her hands flying to cover her face as tears spilled over her cheeks. The words were a barrage of daggers, striking at the deepest insecurities and the lingering trauma of her exile. She collapsed onto her knees, weeping bitterly into her hands."Stop it!" Issei yelled, his vision tinting red with absolute, protective fury. The green jewel on his left hand flared to life, a manifestation of his rage.BOOST!The mechanical, draconian voice echoed in the room as the red gauntlet of the Boosted Gear encased his arm."You come into our house, you insult my President, and you make Asia cry?!" Issei snarled, dropping into a crude fighting stance. "I don't care if you're from the Church! I'm going to kick your asses right out that window!""Issei, wait!" Rias commanded, standing up from her desk, recognizing the fatal trap her pawn was walking into.But the Red Dragon Emperor was already moving, propelled by blind rage and righteous indignation. He lunged across the room, throwing a heavy, boosted right hook aimed squarely at Xenovia’s jaw.It was a futile effort.Xenovia didn't even flinch. Her expression remained entirely bored. She didn't bother to unwrap Excalibur Destruction. Instead, she moved with a burst of speed that defied human physics—a testament to years of brutal, fanatical training in the Vatican’s most lethal facilities.She sidestepped Issei’s clumsy punch with contemptuous ease, bringing the heavy, cloth-wrapped flat of her broadsword up in a vicious arc.CRACK.The wrapped blade slammed into Issei’s ribs. Even through the cloth, the latent holy energy of the Excalibur fragment flared. Issei felt it like a branding iron pressed directly against his soul. The holy power seared his devil flesh, bypassing his physical endurance and attacking his demonic essence.Issei screamed, a ragged, agonizing sound, as the blow lifted him off his feet and sent him crashing into the heavy wooden coffee table, splintering it into kindling."Issei-san!" Asia shrieked, crawling toward him, her hands glowing with the green light of Twilight Healing.Before she could reach him, Irina blurred into motion. The cheerful girl was suddenly standing over the downed devil, her own wrapped sword, Excalibur Mimic, pointed directly at Issei’s throat. The air around her was suffocatingly pure, burning Issei’s skin just by proximity."You really shouldn't have done that, Issei," Irina said, her smile remaining perfectly bright, though her eyes were cold and uncompromising. "Devils are so impulsive. So chained by their base emotions. It’s why you can never understand true discipline."Xenovia stood over him, resting the massive wrapped blade on her shoulder. She looked down at the panting, humiliated Red Dragon Emperor with absolute disdain."Pathetic," Xenovia stated, her voice echoing in the silent, tense room. "Is this the legendary Red Dragon Emperor? A brawling child who lacks technique, speed, and grace? You rely on raw, borrowed power, and you still fall to a single, sheathed strike. The Gremory peerage is a joke. A collection of broken toys and heretics playing at nobility."She turned her gaze back to Rias, who was vibrating with a terrifying, crimson aura of Destruction, her eyes blazing with murderous intent."Take your pawn, Rias Gremory," Xenovia commanded, turning her back on Issei as if he were nothing more than a piece of discarded trash. "Keep your dogs on a leash, and stay out of the Church's business. If we see any of you near the Fallen Angels, we will not use the flat of our blades. We will purify you all. Come, Irina. The stench of this heretic witch is making me nauseous."Xenovia took a step toward the door, her chin held high, revelling in the absolute, unquestionable superiority of the holy light.But her foot never touched the floorboard.The atmosphere in the room didn't just shift; it collapsed.It was as if the air had been suddenly sucked out of the room, replaced by something viscous, heavy, and hot. The temperature spiked instantly, a wave of oppressive humidity rolling over the occupants.A sudden flare of a familiar scent settled into the room that was entirely primal. It smelled of dark, churning earth, of fresh, hot blood, of expensive sandalwood, and above all, an overpowering, dizzying musk of pure virility. It was a scent forged in the deepest, most savage fighting pits of the Underworld.The holy aura surrounding Xenovia and Irina flickered, sparked, and died.Xenovia froze, her foot hovering an inch above the ground. Her heart, trained to beat at a slow, disciplined rhythm, suddenly hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. Her lungs seized. The air was too thick to breathe. It felt like she had been plunged into the depths of a suffocating ocean of raw, unadulterated power.From the shadows of the adjoining private resting room, the door creaked open.There were no theatrics. No explosive bursts of magic. There was only the sound of a single, heavy footstep that made the reinforced floorboards of the old school building groan in agony.Thump.Taurus stepped into the light.The Bronze Bull of Gremory did not draw a weapon. He didn't need one. He wore simple, dark training trousers, his colossal, bare torso a roadmap of ancient scars and bulging, impossible musculature that gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat. His thick, curved horns rose from his temples like twin crowns of midnight, and his golden eyes, burning with a slow, molten fury, swept over the two Vatican envoys.He didn't release a targeted attack. He simply stopped holding back his presence.He released the full, crushing weight of his aura.It was a physical, gravitational force. The pressure slammed into Xenovia and Irina with the weight of a collapsing building."Ghh...!" Xenovia choked, her eyes widening in absolute, visceral terror.Her legs, conditioned by years of relentless martial training, simply ceased to obey her. The sheer difference in their strength levels... it bypassed her conscious thought and directly attacked her survival instincts.Her knees buckled. With a heavy, humiliating thud, Xenovia Quarta, the proud wielder of Excalibur Destruction, collapsed onto the floor, her hands slamming against the wood to keep her face from hitting the ground. The wrapped sword slipped from her grasp, clattering uselessly beside her, its holy aura dampened against the collective spike in magical power of the Gremory peerage.She tried to push herself up, to summon her faith, her discipline, but her arms trembled violently. She couldn't lift her head.

Xenovia respected strength. She worshipped the power of the Lord, and she respected those who had honed their bodies to be weapons.But this wasn't just strength. This was a force of nature. Next to her, Irina Shidou was experiencing a vastly different, yet equally devastating breakdown.When the aura hit Irina, her bright, fanatic resolve didn't shatter; it melted. The cross around her neck felt suddenly cold and heavy, dead metal against her skin. The oppressive, musky scent of the Minotaur flooded her senses, hijacking her devout fanaticism and twisting it into something thoroughly depraved.Her knees hit the floor beside Xenovia, her twin tails drooping. But Irina wasn't trembling with fear. She was trembling with a sudden, agonizingly intense flush of heat that pooled directly between her thighs.Her mind, so focused on purity and God's love, was overwhelmed by the presence of the ultimate male. Taurus's aura bypassed her spiritual training and triggered a profound, masochistic awakening deep within her subconscious. Irina looked up, her eyes glazed, her cheeks burning with a feverish red flush. She stared at the massive, corded muscles of Taurus's arms, at the heavy, unmistakable bulge straining against the fabric of his trousers. 'Lord forgive me...' Irina thought, her breath coming in short, wet gasps, her panties already soaked through. 'He is so big... so powerful... I want him to conquer me... I want to feel the weight of his sin...'Taurus walked forward, his heavy footfalls the only sound in the room. He stepped past Issei, stepping over the broken coffee table, until he stood directly in front of the two kneeling exorcists. He towered over them, blocking out the sun peeking through the windows.He didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to. "You speak of filth," Taurus growled, his golden eyes burning down at Xenovia’s trembling, bowed head. "You march into the territory of my King, brandish your toys, and insult my family. You think your god protects you here?"Xenovia couldn't speak. Her teeth were chattering, her breath hitching in her throat. The primal terror of being completely, utterly at the mercy of a predator locked her jaw."The only reason you are still breathing," Taurus continued, the heavy, musky scent of his anger wrapping around them like a physical chain, "is because my King has not ordered your execution. Pick up your scrap metal. Crawl out of this room. And if you ever speak to Asia Argento like that again, I will not use magic to destroy you. I will use my bare hands to tear your holy swords in half, and then I will tear you."He took a half-step forward, his massive, calloused toes brushing against Xenovia’s fingertips, his aura receding back into him."Leave."The command was absolute. It broke whatever paralyzed stupor held them. Xenovia, gasping for air as if she had been drowning, scrambled backward on her hands and knees. She grabbed the wrapped Excalibur Destruction, her pride in tatters. She couldn't even look at Rias or Issei. She could only look at the floor, desperate to escape this situation of absolute humiliation.Irina stumbled to her feet, her legs shaking so violently she nearly collapsed again. She clutched Excalibur Mimic to her chest, her eyes wide, glassy, and filled with a dark, swirling adoration as she cast one final, longing look at Taurus’s towering form. She bit her lower lip, stifling a soft, involuntary moan, before turning and fleeing after her partner.The door clicked shut behind them.The ambient temperature dropped back to normal, and the collective breath of the Gremory peerage was finally released.Issei coughed, clutching his ribs, still on the floor. "Holy crap... Taurus... you didn't even touch them."Taurus didn't acknowledge the praise. He turned his golden gaze to Asia, who was still kneeling on the floor, her tears slowing as the protective warmth of his presence washed over her. He walked over to the small Bishop, kneeling down with surprising grace for a creature of his size. His massive, calloused hand gently rested on the top of her blonde head."You are not an exile here, Asia," Taurus rumbled, his voice losing its terrifying edge, replaced by a deep, protective warmth. "You are a member of the Gremory. Do not let the words of idiots like this break you."Asia looked up, her green eyes wide and watery, and threw her arms around his thick neck, burying her face in his chest, sobbing softly in sheer relief and gratitude.But the peace of the moment was shattered by a sound from the corner of the room.

A low, guttural sound of pure, unadulterated madness.Everyone turned. Kiba Yuuto stood by the window as he returned from fulfilling his contract, his entire body trembling. His blonde hair shadowed his eyes, but the demonic power leaking from his form was unstable and laced with venomous hatred.The word had triggered it.

Excalibur."The swords..." Kiba whispered, his voice cracking, sounding like a tortured echo from the past. "Excalibur Destruction... Excalibur Mimic... they are here. The swords that destroyed everything... the swords that drank the blood of my friends...""Yuuto," Rias said, stepping forward, her voice laced with sudden alarm. "Calm down. We must think rationally about this.""Rational?!" Kiba’s head snapped up. His normally gentle, polite face was contorted into a mask of pure, vengeful rage. His eyes were wide, bloodshot, completely consumed by the ghosts of his past. "They are right here, Buchou! The fragments! The very things we were sacrificed for! I can hear them! I can hear my friends crying out from the cold ground! They demand justice!""Kiba, wait!" Issei grunted, trying to stand up, but wincing as his ribs flared with holy pain. "My duty as a Knight... my loyalty to you, Buchou..." Kiba’s voice trembled as he summoned a demonic sword to his hand, the metal gleaming with a dark, sinister light. "I am sorry. I owe you my life. But my soul... my soul belongs to the revenge of my comrades. I will destroy those holy swords, even if it costs me my existence!"Before Taurus could move to intercept him, before Rias could issue a direct command, Kiba shattered the window behind him. He didn't use the door. He leaped out into the descending twilight, disappearing into the town of Kuoh with the speed of a desperate, broken man."Yuuto!" Rias cried out, running to the broken window, looking out into the empty courtyard.The wind blew through the shattered glass, chilling the room. The silence that followed was heavy, laden with a tragedy that the newer members of the peerage did not understand.Issei leaned against the wall, clutching his side. "Buchou... what is he talking about? What friends? Why did he freak out just hearing the name of those swords?"Rias turned back to the room. Her shoulders slumped slightly, aura of their King dimming into the sorrow of a mother who had just watched her child run into a burning building. She walked slowly back to her desk, sinking into her chair.Taurus moved to stand behind her, a gesture of silent support. His massive hands rested on the back of her chair, offering a grounding presence that allowed Rias to draw a deep, steadying breath."It is time you knew," Rias said softly, looking at Issei and Asia, her turquoise eyes reflecting the sombre twilight. "It is time you understood the shadows that haunt our Knight. The tragedy of the Holy Sword Project."Akeno quietly began to brew a new pot of tea, the clinking of porcelain the only sound as they gathered around."Many years ago," Rias began, her voice steady but steeped in sorrow, "the Church sought to artificially create wielders for the Excalibur fragments. Holy swords choose their masters, requiring a specific, rare wavelength of pure faith and divine alignment. Natural wielders are incredibly rare. And so, a man named Valper Galilei—a brilliant but utterly depraved Archbishop—initiated a project to force that compatibility."Issei felt a cold knot form in his stomach. "Force it? How?""Through horrific, inhumane experimentation," Rias answered, her eyes darkening. "They gathered orphans from across the globe. Children with high innate magical potential, children with strong faith. Yuuto was one of them. They were subjected to rituals, alchemical alterations, and psychological torture designed to align their souls with the holy fragments. They were treated as test subjects, not children. Kept in cages, fed scraps, and pushed beyond the limits of human endurance."Asia gasped, her hands flying to her mouth, the very idea of the Church committing such atrocities shattering another piece of her already fractured worldview."The project was a failure," Rias continued, her tone turning bitter. "The compatibility could not be forced. The children’s bodies broke. Their minds shattered. When Galilei realized the project had stalled, he made a decision. The test subjects were deemed defective. Liabilities. And so... he ordered their disposal.""Disposal?" Issei whispered, his blood running cold. "You mean...""They executed them," Taurus rumbled from behind the desk, his voice a grim punctuation to the horrific tale. "They slaughtered children in the name of God.""Yuuto was the only survivor," Rias said, closing her eyes as the memory of finding him resurfaced. "He managed to escape that night, fleeing into a blizzard, clutching the memory of the dying breaths of his friends. He was freezing, bleeding, his soul utterly broken by the betrayal of the God he had prayed to and the men that raised them. That was how I found him. He was minutes away from death. I reincarnated him as my Knight, offering him a new life, a new family. But the trauma...""The trauma never fades," Akeno said softly, setting a cup of tea in front of Rias. "He smiles, he is polite, but inside, he has been waiting for the day he could avenge his fallen brothers and sisters. The very presence of the Excalibur fragments in this town is an insult to their memory. To Yuuto, destroying those swords is his only path to redemption."Issei looked at the floor, his fists clenching so tight his nails bit into his palms. "That's... that's so messed up. Those exorcists... strutting in here acting all high and mighty about their holy swords, when their hands are covered in the blood of kids?""The Church swept it under the rug," Rias said, opening her eyes. "Valper was exiled, branded a heretic, but the damage was done. And now, Xenovia and Irina have brought the very reason for his nightmares right to our doorstep."Rias stood up, determination returning to her features. "We cannot let him fight this battle alone. He is our Knight. He is family. Akeno, send all familiars into the town. Issei, Asia, rest and recover. Taurus..."She turned, looking up at the Minotaur. "Find him. Before he does something that will cost him his life. Take the Fallen trio with you."Taurus nodded, his golden eyes hard. "I will bring him home."

~ The Exorcists ~While the Gremory peerage planned their search, on the other side of Kuoh, in a cheap, sparsely decorated hotel room, the two Vatican envoys were discovering that escaping the physical presence of the Bronze Bull did not mean escaping his presence.The room was bathed in the flickering light of a neon sign from the street below. Twin beds sat opposite each other, separated by a narrow nightstand. Xenovia Quarta lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. She had stripped off her heavy cloak and combat gear, wearing only a plain white cotton undershirt and trousers. Her Excalibur Destruction, wrapped and secured, leaned against the wall next to her bed, but for the first time in her life, the presence of the holy sword offered her no comfort.Her body was trembling.

It was a subtle, involuntary shiver that racked her muscles every few minutes. Her skin felt too tight, her breath too shallow. She closed her eyes, trying to recite a prayer of fortification, trying to summon the clinical, stoic discipline that had defined her entire existence.'The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures...'But the pastures weren't green. They were a dark bronze.Every time she closed her eyes, the image of the Minotaur loomed over her. She felt the phantom weight of his aura pressing her down into the mattress. She, Xenovia Quarta, who had faced Rogue Devils and Stray Exorcists without flinching, had been forced to her knees by the mere presence of a male. A devil, at that. She rolled over, clutching her pillow to her chest, her breathing turning ragged. She could still smell him. That intoxicating, terrifying scent of earth, blood, and masculine musk. It was clinging to the inside of her nose, bypassing her spirituality and whispering dark, subjugating commands into her mind.In the bed next to hers, Irina Shidou was faring much, much worse.Irina was tangled in her sheets, tossing and turning in a feverish, restless sweat. Her twin tails were a mess, her holy cross necklace tangled around her fingers as she gripped it with desperate, white-knuckled intensity.She was panting. Short, sharp, wet gasps that sounded distinctly unholy in the quiet of the hotel room.Her fanaticism, her bright, sunny devotion to the Lord, had been completely short-circuited. When Taurus had released his aura, it hadn't just terrified her; it had awakened a dormant, depraved masochism that she hadn't known she possessed. The sheer size of him, the brutal, unyielding dominance in his golden eyes, had cracked the shell of her purity.Her thighs were pressed tightly together, shifting rhythmically beneath the sheets in a desperate, subconscious attempt to alleviate the throbbing, agonizing ache that had settled in her core. She was leaking. She was burning. She wanted to pray for forgiveness, but the only words that echoed in her mind were pleas for defilement.Exhaustion finally dragged them both down into the realm of Morpheus, but there was no sanctuary to be found their either.The dream began in the great cathedral of the Vatican. The towering stained-glass windows depicted the saints, the marble floors polished to a mirror shine, the scent of frankincense hanging heavy in the air. Xenovia and Irina stood before the grand altar, clad in their pristine, white holy robes, their hands clasped in prayer.But the light filtering through the stained glass began to warp, turning from a divine gold to a deep, infernal crimson. The frankincense was swallowed by the heavy, suffocating scent of hellish sulfur and primal musk. The temperature in the cathedral skyrocketed, the holy water in the fonts boiling away into steam.The massive oak doors of the cathedral did not open; they exploded inward, reduced to splinters by a force of nature.Taurus walked down the centre aisle.He was naked, save for the dark leather loincloth that did nothing to hide the monstrous, throbbing length of his arousal. His hooves—for in the dream, his Minotaur heritage was fully realized—clicked against the sacred marble, each step cracking the stone. He was ten feet tall, a figure of bronze skin and controlled violence, his golden eyes locked onto the two pure maidens at the altar. 

Xenovia tried to draw Excalibur Destruction. She gripped the hilt, her heart pounding with terror and a strange, twisting anticipation. But the sword was heavy. Too heavy. The holy light flickered and died, the blade turning to heavy, useless lead in her hands. She dropped it, the clang echoing through the desecrated cathedral.Taurus reached the altar. He didn't speak. He reached out, his massive hands wrapping around the collars of their pristine holy robes.With a single, effortless motion, he tore the garments from their bodies. The white fabric shredded like wet paper, leaving Xenovia and Irina completely naked, exposed before the altar and the looming titan.Xenovia gasped, falling to her knees. Her pride was ashes. She looked up at the vast expanse of his chest, feeling the heat radiating from him. She felt small. She felt utterly, terrifyingly weak. And for the first time in her life, she surrendered to it. She crawled forward, pressing her cheek against his muscular thigh, her hands trembling as they mapped the corded veins of his leg."I yield," Xenovia whispered in the dream, tears of broken pride and overwhelming lust streaming down her face. "I am nothing. Your strength is absolute. Use me. Break me. Claim me as your spoil of war."Taurus’s massive hand descended, tangling in her blue-streaked hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. He looked down at her, a dark, cruel smirk on his lips.To his right, Irina was already completely undone. The devout believer had shattered into a frantic, begging mess. She was on her back on the sacred altar, her legs spread wide, presenting her dripping, throbbing purity to the beast."Please!" Irina wailed, her voice echoing into the vaulted ceilings. She reached up, her fingers clawing desperately at the air, begging for the monster she was sworn to hunt. "Defile me! Ruin me! I don't want the light anymore! I want you! Fill me up! Punish the holy maiden! Rip me apart!"Taurus stepped up to the altar, standing between Irina’s spread thighs. The sheer, impossible size of his member hovered over her, casting a shadow across her trembling stomach. He didn't offer mercy. He didn't offer gentleness. He grabbed her hips with hands large enough to crush her pelvis.He drove into her.The pain and the pleasure were a blinding explosion in Irina’s mind. She screamed, her back arching off the altar, her hands gripping his massive biceps as the sheer size of his cock stretched her beyond the limits of the flesh she thought herself capable of.

The sacrilege was absolute.

The marble altar, consecrated in the name of the Lord, became a slab for her utter defilement. Irina accepted and chased the invasion, her hips bucking up to meet his brutal, pile-driving thrusts. The wet, slapping sound of his pelvis colliding with her thighs echoed through the vast, empty cathedral, a perverse hymn of corruption. Every deep stroke erased a verse of scripture from her mind, replacing it with the primal, heavy thud of the Minotaur’s dominance."Yes! Oh, God, yes!" Irina sobbed, her twin tails splayed across the cold stone, her eyes rolled back into her head showing only the whites. "Break me! Make me a dirty, filthy devil's whore! Fill the holy maiden with your sin!"Xenovia watched, her breath hitching, her body paralyzed with awe and excruciating arousal. A warrior of the Vatican was reduced to a voyeuristic slave. She watched the thick, veined shaft of Taurus’s cock disappear into her partner, slick with Irina's copious, shameful arousal. The scent of their sex completely overpowered the lingering incense of the church.Taurus didn't even look down at the whimpering, broken girl beneath him. His burning golden eyes locked onto Xenovia, who was still kneeling by his massive, hooved legs. The eye contact was a physical weight, pinning her in place. He was commanding her without a single word.Xenovia couldn't resist. Her pride and discipline that she had built her life upon, melted into a desperate, ravenous hunger. She crawled forward on her hands and knees, dragging her bare breasts against the polished marble floor until she reached his thighs. She opened her mouth and pressed her tongue against the ballsack of the minotaur, tasting the salt of his sweat, worshipping the beast that was currently ravaging her friend.With a guttural, terrifying roar, Taurus hit the depths of his stamina. He gripped Irina's hips tight enough to leave bruising handprints in the shape of his massive fingers and unloaded. He flooded the holy maiden with a torrent of thick, demonic seed, filling her womb with a terrifying volume of his essence.

Irina shrieked, her body convulsing in a catastrophic orgasm, her legs clamping around his waist as she tried to milk every last drop of her defilement.He pulled out with a wet, heavy squelch, leaving Irina twitching and gasping on the altar, a thick slurry of his seed leaking from her stretched entrance and pooling on the consecrated stone.Taurus turned his attention to Xenovia.He reached down, his large hand wrapping around her throat, pulling her up from the floor. He didn't lay her down gently. He slammed her back against one of the massive stone pillars of the cathedral. The impact knocked the breath from her lungs, but before she could even gasp, he was entering her.Xenovia screamed, her hands flying up to grip his thick wrists as he buried himself inside her in one ruthless thrust. She was tighter than Irina, her muscles honed and dense from years of combat training, but the Minotaur’s girth forced her to yield. The pain was a brief, sharp flash, instantly swallowed by a tidal wave of agonizing, mind-numbing pleasure."You like power, don't you, Exorcist?" Taurus growled, his voice vibrating through her chest as he began to pound into her, pinning her to the pillar. "You worship power. This is real power. I am your new god.""Yes! I submit! I submit!" Xenovia wailed, her facade completely annihilated. She wrapped her legs around his waist, offering herself up entirely to the brutality of his assault. "Use me! Conquer me! I'm yours!"He fucked the holiness right out of her, replacing her faith with an addiction to his presence and his endless hunger for the female form. He drove her to the edge of sanity, making her beg, making her cry, making her forsake every vow she had ever taken, until he finally poured his boiling seed deep inside her, branding her soul with the mark of the Bronze Bull.

~ The Exorcists  ~

Xenovia Quarta gasped, her eyes snapping open.She shot up in her hotel bed, her chest heaving as if she had just sprinted ten miles. The harsh neon light from the street outside flickered through the blinds, casting jagged, sickly shadows across the small room. The roar of the air conditioner sounded dull and distant over the frantic rhythm of her own heart.She was drenched in sweat. The thin white undershirt clung to her skin, transparent and soaked.But it wasn't just sweat.Xenovia looked down, her breath catching in her throat. Her uniform trousers were unbuttoned, pushed halfway down her thighs. Her hand, acting entirely on its own subconscious desires, was buried between her own legs. She was slick, her fingers coated in a heavy, shameful wetness that spoke of the multiple, violent orgasms she had suffered in the throes of her dream."Lord, forgive me..." she whispered, her voice cracking. Her entire body was trembling, buzzing with a residual heat that refused to dissipate. The sight of Excalibur Destruction leaning against the wall offered no comfort; it only made her feel dirty, judged, unworthy, and corrupted.She slowly pulled her hand away, staring at the glistening moisture on her fingertips. The phantom sensation of the Minotaur's impossible girth, the weight of his aura pressing her against the cathedral pillar, was so vivid it made her lower back ache. She squeezed her thighs tightly together, a fresh wave of arousal pulsing through her clitoris, completely overriding her horror.A soft, pathetic whimper from the other side of the room made her freeze.Xenovia slowly turned her head.Irina.

The cheerful, devout girl was curled into a tight fetal position on her bed, her sheets kicked away. She was clutching her pillow to her chest, burying her face in the fabric to muffle her ragged, gasping sobs.Irina’s legs were spread awkwardly, her sleep shorts completely discarded on the floor. Her hand was moving frantically between her legs, rubbing her slick, swollen folds with a desperate, frantic intensity."Ah... please... so big..." Irina mumbled into the pillow, completely lost in the lingering haze of her degradation, her hips bucking upward against her own hand in a pathetic pantomime of the brutal thrusts she had endured on the dream's altar.Xenovia stared at her partner, a sickening, terrifying realization crashing over her.They hadn't just had a nightmare. The minotaur... he had infected them both, intertwining their subconscious minds and dragging them into a shared carnal fantasy. He hadn't touched them physically in that clubroom, but he had violated their minds, branding them with his magic so deeply that their holy faith was now irrevocably fractured.Xenovia looked back down at her own trembling, wet hand, the heavy, earthy musk of the Bronze Bull still haunting her senses. They were supposed to hunt devils. But right now, it felt the two were the ones being stalked and hunted by a predator they were not prepared for. She needed to speak to Rias Gremory or Sona Sitri and have the Minotaur undo his magic on them.

Her pride would not accept her asking for their help, however, the thought of losing her sanity to the infectious corruption of the beast would be a fate far worse. 

She knew what she had to do. 

Author’s Note

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