Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!

While the high spheres of the Alexandria Empire were sinking into a civil war and the hatred of the legendary families continued to grow, the reality of the popular districts was sinking into unspeakable horror.

Far from the imperial palace, the air of the slums had become heavy, saturated with demonic mana oozing from the rifts that were multiplying more and more.

The Empire, although theocratic and orderly in appearance, let its commoners rot in narrow streets where the smell of misery was their daily life. A very hypocritical charity.

In a dark alley of the southern district, a worker suddenly collapsed in the middle of a group of dockworkers. It was not hunger that was felling him, but an invisible shock wave, a black corruption that seemed to infiltrate through his pores.

"Ahhh, Please, Help me !!! "

His body was seized by violent spasms, twisting into unnatural postures. Under the horrified eyes of the passersby, his eyes turned to absolute black, erasing all trace of humanity.

" Please someone ! "

A sinister cracking sound tore through the silence: bony outgrowths pierced his skin at the level of the joints and the spine.

" Arghhh... "

He let out a cry, a shrill howl that no longer had anything human, a vibration of pure demonic agony, before throwing himself on the terrified crowd.

The urban militia, composed of commoners equipped with ordinary steel, intervened promptly. But their iron swords, devoid of aura or blessing, bounced uselessly on the mutated flesh of the possessed.

Each assault by the militia ended in massacre; the transformed man tore them apart with brute force that defied their training. In the background, a priest with a fat silhouette, sent to collect the tithe, tried to stabilize the situation by chanting arcane psalms, but his voice trembled as much as his hands.

" Idiot, do you think your prayers will save you." Screamed the possessed.

Suddenly, the clash of boots on the cobblestones announced the arrival of a superior force. A burst of white light, so pure that it became aggressive, swept away the darkness of the alley.

Julius Dantalion, the Crown Prince and first Paladin of the Holy Cathedral, made his entrance. His white plate armor, stamped with the sacred seal of the Empire, seemed to radiate divine power.

His silver hair, shoulder-length, floated slightly with a breeze as he advanced steadily. His heterochromatic eyes fixed on the creature with sadness.

" Step back ! " he ordered, his voice resonating with authority.

The possessed leaped toward him, claws forward. With a fluid gesture, Julius raised his metal-gloved hand.

< Arcane Magic: Temporal Stop >

A complex magic circle instantly drew itself on the ground. The monster froze in the air, trapped in a micro-bubble of stationary time. Julius approached, his face marked by the weariness of one who must accomplish an ungrateful task.

’ What pain... But his soul has been so corrupted that it has affected his body, there is nothing we can do. ’ he thought.

" May your soul find peace in the light, even if your body must be purified. We will meet again in the arms of the Seraphs", he murmured.

He drew his sword and, with a clean strike infused with arcane mana, sliced off the head of the possessed. The body disintegrated into black dust even before touching the ground, cleaning the corruption from the alley.

While Julius secured the perimeter, other Paladins, true ramparts of the faith, were battling the demonic beasts emerging from the neighboring rifts. Hell Wolves with red pupils and Harpies with lacerated wings swooped down on the Cathedral squads. The Paladins responded with discharges of sacred energy, their blades tracing arcs of light that carbonized the corrupted flesh.

His eyes scanned the demons: villagers once human, now transformed by corrupted mana into chosen possessed for inferior demons.

" Forgive me for this act, " he murmured in a calm voice, contrasting with the fetid smell of emptied intestines on the ground. A clawed creature leaped with wild fury.

< Art : Ephemeral Awakening. >

Time slowed down abruptly. He dodged with a lateral step, analyzing the enemy’s trajectory before counterattacking. His blade cleanly sliced the monster’s neck, projecting a jet of black blood onto his armor which disintegrated immediately on contact with the divine power.

" Why do you resist the Light ? " he asked while parrying a new blow, his arcane time magic offering him absolute prescience. An arm was torn off in the shock, revealing carbonized flesh under the effect of the mana. Julius pierced the opponent’s heart: " Find the peace of the Seraphs. "

A young knight, whose armor was already stained with black blood, approached Julius after having slain a harpy.

" My Prince, the rifts are opening faster and faster in the poor sectors. The population is starting to say that the Cathedral has abandoned us in favor of the rich neighborhoods of Sky City. "

Julius tightened the grip of his sword. He knew that discontent was rumbling. " We are doing what we can, knight. Do not let the doubts of men weaken your arm. Faith is our only defense against this chaos. If others still doubt the Holy Cathedral, do not hesitate to purify them, they are undoubtedly demons who want to cause trouble. "

Once the precarious calm was restored, Julius headed toward the Holy Cathedral. There, in an atmosphere saturated with arcane mana forming a luminescent mist, he knelt on the cold marble, lowering his head before the translucent veil that hid Her Holiness Siel.

" Your Holiness, " began Julius, his head bowed at one hundred and eighty degrees in a sign of respect toward the Holy One, " the rifts are multiplying and possessions are becoming commonplace among the weak-minded. The people are suffering, and their resentment toward our sacred cause continues to increase. "

The door of the Sanctum opened without noise and Her Holiness advanced toward him, enveloped in an aura of arcane mana that masked her entire silhouette. She stopped in front of the crown prince and placed a delicate hand on his massive shoulder.

" It is quite normal that they complain and that their voices rise in pain, Julius. Their humanity is fighting against the darkness that devours them, and this struggle is an agony that few can bear. It is precisely to end their doubt and their impious suffering that you must act. "

Julius raised his eyes toward her.

" But their faces... they seemed so human at the last moment, " he murmured, his voice broken by the uncertainty that gnawed at his heart.

Her Holiness smiled with infinite compassion, her fingers gently caressing the edge of his helmet to soothe his torments.

" Do not worry about having shed this blood, my faithful paladin. By purifying these few lost souls, you save thousands of other innocent lives that would have been consumed by corruption if they had remained alive. Every blow you strike is an act of mercy dictated by celestial will. " 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

She leaned further, her lily perfume enveloping Julius.

" Raise your head, for the grace of the Seraphs protects you and validates each of your gestures. You are not alone in this darkness. Divine light shines through you, and as long as you follow my precepts, no shadow will ever be able to tarnish your honor or your mind. "

Julius remained with his head lowered. He did not like at all the fact of killing innocents, but these innocents had become a danger for the Empire and its inhabitants. Siel’s words had just calmed his troubled mind.

" So be it, Your Holiness, " he said while standing up to leave.