Chapter 3: Chapter Three

Isabelle whirled around, facing the Paladin struggling to her feet. “Uhm, Paladin Clara!“ She addressed the rising woman, “I- I don’t know what that was… I think I made a pact with a demon and she empowered me…” She trailed off, a pregnant silence following her bumbling reveal of her blasphemy.

Isabelle flinched backwards, the muscled woman suddenly lurching towards her. “You did what?” Clara asked, a steely note in her voice.

Trying to keep her eyes from straying towards the woman’s tattered clothing and her exposed intimate parts, Isabelle responded in a scared voice. “I- I didn’t mean to! The Goddess sent her to me!”

The Paladin sighed deeply, shoulders slumping with exhaustion. “I suppose I don’t have much choice but to trust you right now, especially given how you just tore that hound in twain.” She sounded more than a little impressed by that feat. “Regardless of if you’ve been tainted by demons or not, the others were kept in the pilgrim’s lodging and I’m in no state to fight. Good luck, you’ll need it, there’s three more of those hellhounds.” The woman informed her, voice resigned as she sat back down on the torn up grass to catch her breath. “And thanks, I hate to think what would’ve happened had you not saved me.” Clara reluctantly added.

Isabelle nodded, taking in the deluge of information. Unsure what to say, she awkwardly reassured the woman. “Uhm, I’ll save them, you just rest here.” Hesitantly she reached a hand out, gently placing it atop the other woman’s shoulder, receiving a sudden flinch from the light touch.

A handful of seconds passed in silence before Isabelle let out a nervous sigh, walking towards her new goal.

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The pilgrim’s lodging was a rarely used building, the journey to the mountaintop too treacherous for all but the most devout and fit, even when it wasn’t snowed in during the relatively mild summers. Currently unoccupied, at least by pilgrims, the squat wooden building lay a short distance from the rest of the temple, built that way to ensure that no rowdy men interrupted the priestesses during their duties, the sins of the common man infecting even the most devout of Her followers.

As she stalked towards the building producing monstrous squelching and squeals, Isabelle considered the Goddess’s teachings, and her own life inside of them. Despite the reverence that the priestesses had for their deity, she was only a minor power in a large game.

The Goddess of Isaroth, known as Tavta, was rather weak, her domain only extending as far as the minor province of Isaroth. Her teachings focused on purity of the body ‘Already failed that one.’ as well as of the mind. ‘And apparently the Goddess knows that I’m a huge pervert…’ Isabelle lamented in her head.

‘Please Goddess, don’t exile me from your order, I will purify myself in any way you desire!’ The anxious woman prayed, eyes looking to the sky.

Unexpectedly, with a noise like a gust of wind howling softly through a window, came a response. “Isabelle, my daughter, you do not know how much it pains me to see your corrupted desires.” The soft noise whispered in her ear. “Be my sword here and I will ensure that you do not fall too far from my grace…” Spoke the sound of nature all around, trailing off with a promise of unfinished business.

Whispering a slightly tearful word of thanks, Isabelle shifted her grip on the weapon she held, eyes locked on the door as she approached. Now close enough to hear through the thin walls more clearly, Isabelle could pick out the noise of pleasured moans beneath the hard grunts and slaps from the beasts she’d come to slay. Blushing furiously at the idea of her friends being violated, Isabelle lightly pushed open the rear door, a thin wooden construction, and far too small for a hellhound to fit through.

The door creaked open, sound drowned out by the lewd noises from inside the building. Now given a view into the building, Isabelle could see one of the red skinned beasts furiously rutting a moaning woman. “Ohhh FUCK- Go- Goddess forgive me for this pleasureeeeaaaahhhHHH” The thoroughly fucked priestess moaned, legs wrapped around the big demon, her voice rising to a crescendo as she came violently. Isabelle was clearly able to see her friend’s pussy stretched taught by the huge, angrily red, shaft pumping violently as she clamped down on it. The beast was visibly distending the woman’s insides, a bulge visible on her lower stomach as it continually rammed its knot into her entrance, too wide to gain entrance and fit the other half of its shaft inside.

Isabelle gasped at the sight, drawing the attention of the beast, and disappointed moans from the woman on the floor as it dragged its slick shaft out of her stretched hole. This time, the beast gave her no chance to observe it, immediately leaping forward to snap at her with its jaws. Narrowly avoiding being caught by the razor sharp fangs, Isabelle jumped backwards, stumbling through the open door behind her.

Seeing its prey flee, the hellhound growled in annoyance. Enraged, the demon didn’t stop to think, charging after the tasty morsel before it could truly escape.

Isabelle watched, cringing, as the huge monster slammed into the narrow doorway, the whole building shaking as the thin wood buckled, but miraculously held under the first assault. Shaken, but aware that the demon was not the only one in the area, Isabelle stepped forwards. Raising her borrowed weapon high above her head the priestess brought the steel sword crashing down on the demon’s head.

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With an awful screech of protesting metal, Isabelle cleaved through one of the bony protrusions on its thick skull, the sword crumpling under her magically enhanced strength, remaining intact just long enough to bury itself deep inside the hellhound's skull.

Stepping back from the now mangled corpse,, Isabelle looked down at her twisted weapon, clearly useless after her careless swordsmanship. ‘Shit.’ She eloquently thought, leaving the weapon wedged deep in the corpse.

Before she could consider finding another weapon, a second hellhound growled from inside. Isabelle looked around futilely for a new weapon, knowing that in the once peaceful temple there would be no blades, Isabelle jumped in fright when the next hellhound rounded the corner.

Glancing at the corpse of its brethren and the blood spattered girl next to it, this demon approached far more cautiously than the previous two. Snarling in an attempt to intimidate the girl, the demon softly padded in a semicircle around the woman, eyeing her for any possible openings.

With the demon so focused on its prey, it didn’t notice the large divot in the ground, which must have been left by one of the hounds in their scramble to pin the priestesses. For just a moment, the houd stumbled, legs flailing to gain a grip on the softened ground.

Seizing her opportunity Isabelle darted forwards, lashing out with her fists. Even magically enhanced, without the force multiplier of a weapon and the element of surprise, Isabelle was outmatched.

Turning aside her blows with it's thick skin, the hound growled. Slashing at her calf with a huge paw, the demon sent it's foe stumbling backwards, narrowly avoiding collapsing to the ground.

Previous confidence from her last, seemingly easy, fights dashed, Isabelle found her heart racing and her mind scattered.

Stepping backwards to avoid a second set of disabling strikes, Isabelle darted forwards, pressing the attack. Focusing her blows on the beasts massive hind leg, and narrowly avoiding the powerful kick in retaliation, Isabelle finally managed to do some damage.

With a loud crack and a pained whimper, the leg finally gave way, sending the demon collapsing to the ground.

Now partially immobilised, Isabelle took full advantage of the demons disadvantageous position, as it craned it's neck around, unable to do more than snap futilely at the nimble woman.

Leaping onto the hellhounds flank, Isabelle pummeled downwards, sending blow after blow into her enemies tough skin, even as it moved to stand and shake her off.

Struggling to it's feet, the demon whimpered in pain, before one last blow crashed into a boney plate above it's neck, severing the demon's spinal cord and sending it crashing to the ground one last time.

Entire body shaking, and completely exhausted, the priestess jumped the short distance to the ground. Stumbling a few steps, she collapsed to the grassy floor, chest heaving as she sucked down what air she could.

Slowly, the priestess began to giggle to herself. 'I- I did it? I killed a fucking demon with my bare hands!' Her peals of laughter morphing into full blown hysteria, another thought crossed her mind. One that sobered her completely.

'Didn't Clara say there was three more hellhounds?' Laying as still as humanly possible, Isabelle carefully listened, and to her horror came the sounds of soft snuffling, that of a dog sniffing out it's prey.

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