'I'm the Villain, But the System Made Me OP'-Chapter 33: The Church Decides

Morning sucked.

Draven woke up to someone shaking him. "Mmph. Five more minutes."

"You have one hour before the trial." Elise’s voice. Not happy. "Get up."

He opened his eyes. She was already dressed. Full formal shit. Black dress with silver trim. Hair up. Looking like a duchess instead of the woman who’d sucked his cock last night.

"Fuck. Right. Trial." He sat up. *Rustle.* Sheets falling. "What time is it?"

"Eight. Trial’s at nine. They’re doing it in the Grand Cathedral." She threw clothes at him. *Thump.* "Dress. Now."

Draven got up. Started putting on the formal robes. Black and gold. Arclight colors. Made him look important.

Elise helped. Buttoned his shirt. Fixed his collar. Her hands on him. Casual. Like they’d done this forever.

Which they kinda had.

"You scared?" she asked. Quiet.

"Can’t be. Core took that." He looked at her. "You?"

"Terrified." She finished the last button. Looked up. Eyes wet. "They could execute you. Today. And I’d have to watch."

"Won’t happen."

"You don’t know that."

"I know I’m too stubborn to die." He pulled her close. *Thump.* Kissed her. Hard. "And you won’t let me."

She kissed back. Desperate. Like it might be the last time.

[System]: *Heavy mood this morning*

*Church trials are no joke*

*5 A-Rank Inquisitors*

*All hostile*

*Survival chance: 60%*

*Good luck Host*

Great. Real encouraging.

They broke apart. "Haa..." Both breathing hard.

"Tonight," Elise said. "After. Win or lose. We’re spending the whole night together."

"Deal."

One more kiss. Then she stepped back. Wiped her eyes. Became Lady Elise again. Proper. Cold.

"Let’s go. Duke Valerius is waiting."

---

The Grand Cathedral was huge.

Like. Massive. Hundred-foot ceilings. Stained glass windows everywhere showing holy shit. Light magic symbols. The whole place glowing.

And packed full of people.

Nobles in the front rows. Commoners in the back. Everyone whispering. Staring at Draven as he walked in.

"—that’s the heretic—"

"—using void magic—"

"—corrupted by darkness—"

Draven ignored them. Walked down the center aisle. *Tap tap tap.* Boots on marble.

Duke Valerius sat in the front. Seraphina next to him. Elise on his other side. They’d saved him a seat.

"You’re late," Valerius said. Not mad. Just stating facts.

"By two minutes."

"Two minutes matter in trials." But he nodded at the seat. "Sit. It’s starting."

Draven sat between Elise and Seraphina. Both of them touched him. Elise’s hand on his thigh. Seraphina’s shoulder against his.

Grounding him. Reminding him he wasn’t alone.

The Inquisitors entered.

Five of them. All wearing white robes with gold trim. Hoods up. Walking in a line. *Tap tap tap tap tap.* Synchronized steps.

They reached the front. Turned. Hoods came down.

All old guys. Bald or gray. Mean faces. A-Rank mana coming off them like heat waves.

The center one spoke. "This tribunal is called to order. Draven Arclight. Stand."

Draven stood. *Scrape.* Chair moving.

"You are accused of heresy. Void magic corruption. Consorting with dark forces. Endangering the faithful." The Inquisitor’s voice echoed. Loud. "How do you plead?"

"Not guilty."

"Noted." No emotion. Just facts. "Prosecution. Present your evidence."

A younger priest stepped forward. Had scrolls. Lots of scrolls. *Rustle rustle.*

"The accused demonstrated void magic in public. Academy training grounds. Witnessed by thirty students and four professors." He unrolled a scroll. "Testimony from Professor Marcus Thorne states quote ’The magic was black. Wrong. Not natural. Felt like death itself.’"

"Objection." Duke Valerius stood. "Professor Thorne is employed by House Thorne. Currently under investigation for corruption. His testimony is biased."

"Overruled. Continue."

The prosecutor kept going. "Additionally. The accused survived Shadowvine poison. A dose that should have killed him instantly. Yet he recovered in three days. Unnatural healing. Sign of corruption."

"Or sign of being S-Rank," Draven said. Couldn’t help it.

"SILENCE." The lead Inquisitor glared. "You will speak when addressed."

Fuck that. But Draven shut up. For now.

More evidence. More testimony. People who’d seen his void magic. People who were scared of him. People Aldric had paid off probably.

This went on for an hour.

Elise’s hand stayed on his thigh. Squeezing harder each time someone said something bad. Her nails digging in.

Finally. "Defense. Your response?"

Valerius stood again. "The charges are baseless. Void magic exists in nature. Dungeons. Ancient ruins. The Abyss itself. It’s dangerous but not inherently evil."

"The Church disagrees."

"The Church doesn’t define magic." Valerius pulled out his own papers. "I have testimony from Headmaster Aldwin Greaves. States that Lord Arclight’s magic is unusual but controlled. No signs of madness or corruption."

"The Headmaster is not a holy authority."

"Neither are you a magical authority." Valerius didn’t back down. "You judge what you don’t understand."

Tension. The Inquisitors looked pissed.

The lead one leaned forward. "Draven Arclight. Demonstrate your magic. Now."

"What?"

"You heard me. Show us this void magic. Prove it’s controlled."

Trap. Obviously a trap. But Draven didn’t have a choice.

He stood. Channeled mana. *Crackle crackle.* Black energy around his hands.

The cathedral got colder. Shadows deepened. Light from the windows dimmed.

People gasped. Some screamed.

Draven formed a void sphere. Small. Controlled. Rotating slowly in his palm.

"Stable," he said. "Controlled. Not attacking anyone. Just existing."

The Inquisitors watched. Five pairs of eyes. Judging.

"Dismiss it," the lead one ordered.

Draven did. *Fzzz.* The sphere vanished.

"You see? Controlled. Harmless." Valerius gestured. "No different than ice magic or fire magic."

"It FEELS different." Another Inquisitor spoke. Woman. Old. Angry-looking. "That magic is wrong. Against nature. Against the Light."

"Your feelings aren’t evidence."

"They are to the Church."

This was going nowhere. They’d already decided. Guilty. Now they were just going through motions.

[System]: *Yeah you’re fucked*

*They don’t care about evidence*

*Just want you dead*

*Aldric paid them off*

*Or threatened them*

*Either way*

*Not good*

The lead Inquisitor stood. "We will deliberate. Defendant. Wait outside."

"How long?"

"As long as it takes."

Great.

---

Outside the cathedral. Waiting.

Thirty minutes. Forty. An hour.

Draven paced. *Tap tap tap tap.* Back and forth.

Elise sat on a bench. Watching him. "Sit down. You’re making me anxious."

"I’m already anxious."

"Sitting won’t help?"

"No." But he sat anyway. *Thump.* Next to her.

She grabbed his hand. Squeezed. "Whatever happens. I’m here."

"I know."

Seraphina stood nearby. Arms crossed. Looking pissed. "This is bullshit. They’re not even trying to be fair."

"Church doesn’t have to be fair," Valerius said. He was smoking. Some kind of pipe. *Puff puff.* "They’re the moral authority. They decide what’s right."

"Then the moral authority is wrong."

"Often is." He blew smoke. "But they have power. So we deal with it."

More waiting.

Draven’s leg bounced. *Tap tap tap tap.* Nervous energy.

Elise put her hand on his knee. Stopped the bouncing. "Breathe."

"I’m breathing."

"Slower."

He tried. Didn’t work great. But her hand stayed there. Warm. Real.

Finally. An hour and a half later.

The doors opened. *Creak.*

"The tribunal has reached a verdict. Enter."

They went back in. *Tap tap tap.*

Everyone staring again. Whispering.

Draven stood in front of the Inquisitors.

The lead one had papers. Read from them. "Draven Arclight. The tribunal has reviewed the evidence. Heard testimony. Observed your magic firsthand."

Pause. Long fucking pause.

"We find you... not guilty of heresy."

What.

Everyone exploded. Shouting. Arguments. Chaos.

"HOWEVER." The Inquisitor raised his voice. Loud. "We find your magic dangerous. A potential threat. Therefore. Restrictions."

Oh here it comes.

"One. You will submit to monthly examinations by Church officials. To monitor corruption."

"Two. You will not practice void magic within city limits. Only in designated areas."

"Three. You will attend mandatory Light Magic purification sessions. Weekly. For one year."

"Four. Any sign of corruption or madness. And this verdict is reversed. Immediate execution."

Silence.

Not guilty. But not free either.

"Do you accept these terms?" the Inquisitor asked.

Draven looked at Valerius. Who nodded. Slight. Accept it.

"I accept."

"Then this tribunal is concluded. May the Light guide you back to the path."

*BANG.* Gavel hitting wood.

Done.

---

Outside again. For real this time.

Draven just stood there. Breathing. "Haa... haa..."

Not guilty. He wasn’t gonna die.

Elise hugged him. Hard. *Thump.* Face in his chest. "You’re okay. You’re okay."

"Yeah. I’m okay."

Seraphina joined. Group hug. Her arms around both of them.

"Fuck the Church," she said. Quiet. Angry. "Restrictions are bullshit."

"But he’s alive." Elise pulled back. Eyes wet. Happy tears. "That’s what matters."

Valerius walked over. Clapped Draven’s shoulder. "Well done. Kept your composure. Didn’t lose your temper."

"Barely."

"Barely’s enough." He smiled. Small. "Aldric wanted you dead. Church wanted you dead. You’re not dead. That’s a win."

"Doesn’t feel like a win."

"Wins rarely do." He pulled out papers. "Here. The restrictions. Read them. Follow them exactly. They’re waiting for you to fuck up."

Draven took the papers. Read through them. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Monthly exams. No void magic in cities. Purification sessions. Execution if corrupted.

Basically probation. For a year.

[System]: *Could be worse*

*Could be dead*

*Aldric’s pissed probably*

*Wanted execution*

*Got restrictions instead*

*Small win but win*

*+2,000 VP for surviving trial*

*VP: 28,450 → 30,450*

"What about Aldric?" Draven asked. "He’s gonna be mad."

"Let him be mad." Valerius was already walking to the carriage. "We have other problems. House Thorne’s trial starts next week. That’s our focus now."

Right. The political war. Still going.

Draven looked at Elise. She was smiling. Really smiling. First time in days.

"You survived," she said. Simple. Happy.

"Yeah. I did."

She kissed him. Right there. In public. In front of everyone.

Fuck it. Let them see.

He kissed back. Hard.

[Elise Affection: 100/100]

[She’s SO RELIEVED]

[Tonight’s gonna be WILD]

[Looking forward to it]

They broke apart. "Haa..."

"Tonight," Elise whispered. "My room. All night."

"Promised already."

"Good." She stepped back. Fixed her hair. Became proper again. "Let’s go home."

Home. Yeah. That sounded good.

---

That evening. Back at the estate.

Everyone celebrated. Kinda. Relieved more than happy.

Draven survived. That was enough.

Dinner was quiet. Nobody talking much. Just eating. Tired.

After. Draven went to his room. Changed clothes. Washed up.

Then went to Elise’s room.

*Knock knock.*

"Come in."

He opened the door. *Click.*

Elise was already in bed. Naked. Covers pulled back. Waiting.

"No foreplay tonight?" Draven asked.

"Foreplay later. Right now I need you inside me." She spread her legs. Already wet. "Need to feel you. Know you’re real. Alive."

Draven stripped fast. *Rustle rustle.* Clothes hitting the floor.

Climbed on the bed. *Thump.*

She pulled him down. Kissed him. Desperate. Hungry.

"I thought I was gonna lose you today," she said between kisses. "Thought they’d kill you and I’d never—" Voice breaking. "—never get to do this again."

"I’m here. I’m alive." He positioned himself. Cock against her entrance. "Right here."

"Then fuck me. Please. Fuck me till I forget today ever happened."

He pushed in. *Squelch.*

"AAHHH—" Elise moaned. Loud. "YES—"

No slow buildup. No teasing. Just hard fucking. *SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP.*

Her nails on his back. Scratching. Drawing blood probably.

"Harder—fuck me harder—"

He did. Pounding into her. *SLAP SLAP SLAP.* Bed hitting the wall. *BANG BANG BANG.*

"YES YES YES—DON’T STOP—"

This wasn’t sex. This was relief. Proof of life. Celebration of survival.

Raw. Desperate. Perfect.

"Gonna cum—" Elise gasped. "Already—so close—"

"Cum for me. Cum on your son’s cock."

"FUCK—DRAVEN—AAHHH!"

She came. Hard. *Squelch squelch squelch.* Pussy clenching.

[Elise Orgasm Count: 1]

He kept going. Didn’t slow down. Chasing his own.

"Gonna fill you up—"

"Do it—breed me—get me pregnant—I don’t care anymore—"

He came. *Spurt spurt spurt.* Deep inside.

[Draven Orgasm Count: 1]

They collapsed. *Thump.* Both gasping.

"Haa... haa... haa..."

"We’re doing this all night," Elise said. Breathless. "Every position. Every way. Till we can’t move."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She kissed him. "You survived. We’re celebrating properly."

And they did.

All night.