Ablis stewed in anger as he floated back and forth in his cabin, impatient for his ship to finish approach. No, anger was too tame a word. He was beyond furious, and someone, preferably many someones, was going to pay.

Days before, Arblis had concluded a rather lengthy negotiation on Vanejin VI for the sale of his latest stock of extra servants and was feeling rather pleased with himself for the outrageous figure settled on. He had instructed Amy, the petite blond pilot currently serving as his chauffeur and occasional distraction, to take him back to the hidden brothel where his stock was stabled, intending to make thorough use of each girl one final time before delivering them to their new masters.

Amy


He was shocked to discover a scene of carnage and destruction in place of his once prized collection. Bodies of the Amazonian warrior women he used as guards littered the tastefully tiled floor as he surveyed the remains of his once fine establishment. A short time reviewing the security footage quickly answered the question of what happened, as the files displayed nearly half a dozen armored women carrying enormous shields barreling through the front doors and attempting to subdue the guards before eventually resorting to lethal force. He took some small amount of satisfaction in the lengths that his servants, guards and whores alike, had gone to to avoid being taken from their master, but the Ospodan warriors were more than a match for a handful of guards and a few dozen slaves. All prominent slavers in the universe were well aware of the Knighthood of the Holy Heart, but until now Arblis felt no real need to confront them. While he might traffic in slaves, all of his merchandise delivered themselves to him willingly, and he did his best to ensure that they enjoyed their service as much as his clients did. He had not believed that he would be a target for the overly zealous crusaders. Clearly Arblis had miscalculated in allowing them to see him as weak, and he intended to remedy the situation.

He searched through what remained of the building, gathering whatever supplies seemed useful, as well as all that remained of his rarely used punishments toolbox. Normally, he had far better methods of extracting obedience than physical pain, but he intended to deliver a message to his next target. "Don't Fuck With Me".

With that done, Arblis had informed his buyer that the expected shipment of goods had been lost to a raid, and that he would be compensated as soon as possible. He hated to renege on a deal, even to adjust the delivery date, but there was no helping the matter. If matters progressed as he intended, Arblis would be paying that debt with ex-knights.

The first step towards that goal was to find one, which was easier said than done. The Holy Order seemed well aware of how valuable their members were to slavers, and largely kept to planets where an abduction would be nearly impossible. After hours of fruitless searching and questions to contacts, Arblis had eventually found what he was looking for. While scouring his network of contacts he was tipped off about a report on a seldom visited moon of Vumia, a holy site to the Immortal Knighthood where initiates could go to seek redemption for past failings and where the angels were said to grant visions of the past and future. Arblis didn't believe the claims of divine beings for a moment, but he had certainly been interested in the prospect of finding a despairing knight alone and far from reinforcements.


His brooding was interrupted by a knock at the cabin door. Arblis grunted his ascent and the door opened to reveal Amy reading off of a datapad. "Master, we will be landing momentarily. Sensor detect no signs of living intelligent life, but I'm picking up strange readings from the mists on the moon's surface. They seem to somehow be picking up the mental signatures of the animals down there and shaping themselves to match. They don't seem dangerous, but I've never seen anything like this.Do you have any orders for me?"

The Djinn considered using her to relieve some of his built up tension, but he decided she would be more useful conscious, and it would be unwise to do any permanent damage to the person responsible for flying him off the planet. "You will be remaining with the ship for now. I want it as well hidden from orbital scans as possible, and for you to monitor the systems for any signs of an approaching craft. I will be exploring the temple and seeing whether there is anything to these rumors of angelic visions." As he floated past the blonde pilot, a smokey tendril solidified and ran its way up her thigh to the tight V of her flight suit, lingered a moment, then continued its way up to caress the loyal servant's face. He allowed her to inhale a small amount of his smokey form, allowing him to sense her thoughts and emotions, which seemed focused on how badly she wished he would take her. He would be back for her soon enough, and until then the link would allow the two to communicate. "You are not permitted to indulge yourself until I get back, but I promise that you will be amply rewarded if you serve me well here."

With that, Arblis drifted out of his ship, intent on solving the mysteries of the Temple of Trials and arrange a warm welcome for whatever knight was unlucky enough to wander into his trap.

The despondent order of the sacred heart were made up of numerous knights, scholars, and scribes. Ospodens were righteous and pushed into the darkness with out fear or hesitation as many were just as willing to glass an entire world to root out its evil, however the galactic community viewed the old methods inspired by the Tyrant lord Gaft poorly, however effective. The A.D.D only use methods that end up burning the weeds out, but the Holy Order only views this as a temporary fix, you needed to scorch the roots and kill the infestation at its heart and that is exactly what happened when a dispatchment of knights were tasked with cleansing slavers from the face of the galaxy, however they failed in killing the head of the snake while assisting the A.D.D on their crusade.

The A.D.D were odd in the fact that they only held women as operative, not just women held the rank as Knight in the orders, no if anything more male Ospodens held the rank as Knight and over two hundred knights where tasked with the mission of cleansing of the universe. However most tried helping the A.D.D and were turned away and forced to go about their mission by other means due to the directorates grand standing of being a army of mostly women, mostly forcing the women of the holy order to join their cause, luckily there was one such group in the knighthood that shared their views, but had the brutality and mind set of Lord Gafts determination to weed out the evil, the Valkyrie core. Likely the band of women who assaulted the hidden brothels, slaughtered the attendants and scared the land around the establishment as a message that they were coming and they would not stop.

The Valkyrie Core, or commonly known as The Sisters of Freedom, a new sect of knights, guardians, peace keepers, a sub order of knights entirely made up of women of the Ospoden order of the Sacred heart, directly under saint Ezia Malroses as her personal militia, and lead by the the famed Lord High Paladin, Athena Melisara, a direct decedent of Lord Gaft him self. She is known to be a powerful warrior, and crusader of the malicore front, it is also rumored that she possesses angelic abilities as well as a relic of power.

Crest of the Sisters of Freedom


Lord High Paladin Athena Melisara.


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Vumia, a holy site to the Immortal Knighthood where initiates could go to seek redemption for their past failings, a moon covered in a vast swamp and thick mists, and the ruins of a long since forgotten advanced civilization now consumed by the moons bottomless bogs, and thic sinking mashes. The moon orbits a dead planet that now hangs shattered in pieces once was known as Vumia before the moon inherited its name and became the shell that it is now, a reminder of the orders failings to the galaxy and the spark that ignited the war and conquest of many worlds.

Stories say that Vumia was a beautiful and vibrant world, covered in large oceans, vasts forests, and dense jungles, its people happy, flourished, peaceful and a paradise of the races, a hub of light, but like all things that can be called good was eventually corrupted by the darkness that the old orders shaught to cleanse with fire. The dark history surrounds this world as well as the battle that Lord Gaft him self fought here. Most of the holy texts were lost in the ages making it impossible to know to this day what happened to this world, but what was recorded and salvaged from the ashes of the ancient archives stated that it was the power of the Hand of Malice, a legendary Artifact holding power of the heavens.

Historical texts spoke of a skirmish known as The Battle of The Broken Moons, Lord Gaft and a band of heroes faced off ageist what the ancient researchers translated to "monster, gods", it was said in the wake of this battle Lord Gaft suffered major losses to his ranks, so in a rage he reached out and touched a star and released holy light that shatter two world and eradicated his enemy's. It was said that years later Lord Gaft went on a crusade to conquer the known universe in what was known as the Age of Tyrants, his gauntlet broken, shattered, and twisted was recovered from his final battle and returned to Apov as a holy relic to remind the Ospodens and the Order what lust for power can bring, however the gauntlet was last in possession of Ezia Mel'rose and was lost to pirates very recently, but this world still remains to remind the races of the galaxy that lust for power can bring hate and pain so powerful that the very stars can be scared.

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This wasn't Diva's first trail however this was her first time to Vumia. The Violet haired knight never set foot on such a planet before however it was a trail she must face if she is to understand and make senses of the confusion that plagues her heart and the scares that wound her mind. The locator tracked the beacon easly to its source, Diva quickly discovering the site with a birds eye view befor bringing the sleek ospoden vessel down to the surface. Diva's ship was a marverlous master piece of enginering, chrome black plating over a long sleek arrow like design, the ship looked very much like a spear in all regards. Amazing still was its form of landing, not touching down in the traditional sense, it instead hovered only a foot or two off the uneven surface of the ground, using anti-gravity repulsers to remain stationary. Moments later the dome of the knights cockpit de-preasureized befor it slowly hissed open, sliding froward over the hood of the craft to release the planets newest visitor as she carefully rose from the motorcycle like seat she straddled. Diva would slowly rise from her sleek vessel, greeting his hidden optical sensors with her curvy young form wrapped in a suit of armor as marvelous, sleek, and curvy as she and her ship was.

The armor Diva was adorned in was a sleek metallic black breast plate, gauntlets and greaves, over a similarly colored sleeveless leotard. Scratches, scars, and dents dotting the large plates from previous battles as it seemed molded specifically for her physic. Each piece perfectly twisting and folding with every curve of her, shoulders, bust, hips, and waist as she effortlessly climbed out of her ship with next to no issue what so ever be for hopping off the sturdy wing, landing with a heavy slam to the dirt.



Brushing her hand through her raspberry blond hair, Diva took a deep breath be for she took a slow glance around the landing area she found her self in. Diva's violet eyes squinting unnervingly. " Its cold here....." Diva said to her self be for she out stretched her left arm and held out her hand. In almost the same moment the knights ship ejected something from its under belly that instantly flew to the knights hand. She expertly caught the metallic disk and in the same motion attached it to her right forearm, easily equipping her shield be for she sett out to climb the stairs of this once great temple.

Arblis left his luxury star cruiser, idly toying with how exactly to show the full weigh of his displeasure if, no when, he managed to capture a Ospoden, when he was interrupted by what sounded like a woman's screams of pleasure and anguish. He immediately disappeared from sight, searching for the source of the sound, only to spot his own imaginings had come to life. Off to one side, the mists of the moon had arranged themselves into a perfect replica of the blonde knight he had watch on the security footage, except for a few minor details. Her black armor was replaced with an intricate set of rope bindings crisscrossing around her full breasts and thighs, her bitchy expression of righteous fury was replaced with a lolling tongue and rolled back eyes, and what appeared to be an activated cattle prod was pounding its way in and out of her firm ass.

Arblis circled the image for a few moments before extending a smoky appendage and disrupting the apparition. The screams faded for a short time and then returned as the mists coalesced back into the form he had imagined. He extended his senses, feeling for any living creature that might be responsible for this, and could just barely make out the life forces of billions of tiny organisms floating and shifting within the clouds. It seemed that the "angels" of the moon were nothing more than an, admittedly impressive, colony of mold spores or bacteria. He could feel the minuscule creatures clamoring to form around the trickle of power he had used to investigate them, and in a moment a giant amoeba-like creature was floating in front of him, just as he had imagined it.

From there, it only took Arblis a handful of minutes to test the capacities of the fog and determine that it was possibly the most useful organism he had ever come across. Not only could the mists produce both visible and audible replicas, somehow the mists were able to interpret his intent behind each phantasm, and could play out rather intricate performances using only a small amount of mental energy and a basic mental picture of his desired outcome. Even better, he quickly discovered that by carefully solidifying his gaseous form inside the images and applying a more concerted effort of will, he was able give the illusions a physical mass. Best of all, he found that the mists only seemed to react to the most powerful mental presence in the area, after noticing the image of what appeared to be a nut wink out of existence and be replaced by a view of Amy enjoying herself with one of his tendrils as a nearby squirrel got too close. It seemed as long as he was there to great the moon's next guest when she landed, she would have no clue to the true nature of the clouds until he decided to reveal it. He amused himself for several minutes considering the artistic merits of two dozen variations of sexual torment being suffered by the blonde knight before deciding that his time would be better spent scouting the moon's temple.


He was in for another surprise as he discovered the scope of the temple hidden within the cold swamp waters and concealing foliage.The palatial structure seemed to have once been an entire miniature city, complete with food processing facilities, metal refineries, waste treatment, and every other amenity the monks of Vumia might once have needed. Now, every inch of the once shimmering white marble lay concealed beneath the obscuring mists, centuries of dust, and the leavings of generations of vermin. His hours of searching did bear fruit however, as at the very center of the complex he found a gargantuan pair of double doors, easily fifteen feet high, made of some metal that managed to resist the corrosion of centuries. Here, he could see the faintest outlines of boot prints, where it appeared the last pilgrim entered the temple's sanctum. A light shove, and the barrier parted to reveal a circular marble amphitheater which somehow seemed to be spared the ravages of time. Around him, mists roiled in like a wave, filling the previously clean air with their ever present haze. Statues of what he assumed to be gods or angels stood at intervals along the upper tier, with row upon row of cushioned marble benches circled a wide mosaic of Ozatol's symbol. At the very center of the room stood another, much larger slab of marble, although if it was intended as a bench it was clearly meant for a creature much larger than the average Ospoden. To one of them, it would be better suited as a rather hard queen sized bed.

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Arblis had just finished surveying the sanctum when a spark of surprise from Amy caught his attention. He focused on the tiny piece of himself he left with her, and was easily able to pick through her rather frantic thoughts. It appeared that either he was extraordinarily lucky or the Ospoden god had a perverse sense of humor, as Amy tracked a medium size fighter as it began its approach to touch down directly in front of the temple and relayed the information. Without time to spare on planning a clever trap for the knight, Arblis decided to instead rely on his natural stealth to assess the newcomer before deciding how to subdue her. As he floated towards the landing site, he stroked his pet pilot's mind with feelings of satisfaction and pride for a job well done, before sending her a short mental message. "You have done well my dear, and I am pleased with you. You may use whatever you like on the ship to indulge yourself for now. I'm afraid it may be some time before I have time to give you your proper reward."


The Djinn's invisible form was hidden at the ship's landing site well before the shining black vessel came to a halt hovering just over a foot above the surface. Arblis would have held his breath, if he had to breath, as he eagerly watched the ship's cockpit slide forward and only to see a tiny, almost childish, "knight" climbed free. She looked to stand barely five feet, and he suspected her form fitting black armor weighed nearly as much as she did. He only barely contained himself from bursting into laughter. THIS was one of the famed knights, revered throughout the universe for their battle prowess? One of the knights audacious enough to challenge HIM? He nearly rushed forward to subdue her and begin her punishment then and there, but before he could a massive metal disk shot from under the ship and was caught effortlessly by the raspberry haired woman. That display of physical might gave him pause, as he sized up his prey again. While he had first been fooled by the height, this knight was clearly no child. His gaze traced up her sculpted calves, past her pale thighs, to eye where her leotard perfectly outlined her perfectly toned ass as she strode towards the temple. Not a child indeed.

He still felt certain that he could restrain the knight if it came to that, but the pause was enough to remind him how much he detested resorting to such thuggish methods. He was Arblis, spirit of air and darkness, capable of shaping any beings' wants and desires as clay in his hand until they begged to give themselves to him, and he intended to see this arrogant knight suffer before he allow her the sweet reward of servitude. He sent forth a smoke, winding it perceptibly through the ever present mist until it slipped through the knights ear and allowed him to dig into her mind.

Arblis' first goal was to find what the woman had done to feel she needed to undergo some trial to repent, but he soon found that a better question might be what HADN'T she done? The girl's mind was a spiderweb of cracks and outright breaks, with large sections clearly reshaped by psychic tampering already. Even a cursory pass through her memories revealed more rapes than he cared to count, followed by torture, slavery, more rape, drugs, more torture, and more rape. In all his time in the slave trade, he couldn't recall anyone with a mind this badly damaged feeding themselves, let alone piloting a starship and having the motivation to seek redemption. He considered what to do with the knight, who's name he determined was Diva, as she stalked towards the monumental temple complex. If she wasn't such a useful tool for his vengeance, he might have actually helped the poor woman, if only so that she could remain functional as his servant, but Arblis intended to deal a serious blow to the Immortal Knighthood, and he intended the raspberry haired warrior to be his poisoned dagger. That also meant he couldn't complete shatter what was left of her mind. While one broken knight might be a message, it wasn't anything close to proper vengeance for the attack made against him. That would mean subtlety. He would need to break this woman just enough that he could pick up the broken fragments of her soul and put them back together, like stained glass, into the image he desired.

To start with, he didn't intend to do his work in a filthy swamp. He expected the knight was headed for the sanctum, but considering size of the temple and the labyrinthine nature of its passageways, he decided not to wait for her to find her own way. Just as Diva reached the top of the steps, Arblis caused the mist to form a small, faintly glowing, globe of light directly in front of her. It bobbed for a moment, before moving off at a brisk walking pace, leading straight for the central chamber.

Over the several minutes spent walking to reach the sanctum, Arblis gave the young knight's mind a more thorough investigation, looking for what exactly sparked this journey and what she expected it to accomplish.

Diva set out to climb the steps to the temple shortly after she left her ship, complexity unaware that she had company watching her every move from the shadows as she made the short hike to the foot of the temple, effortlessly carrying the large slab of thick metal that was her shield. The one creature audience invading her memories would notice that she always carried her shield, the weight of her sins she called it, a burden she must always bare as she hoisted it at her side as she began her climb up the steep steps. The knights memories revealing that not all of her missions ended in the brutal rape and slaver, her mind was effected however despite every bad ending there was light, countless rapes took their tole but there was always redemption, her devotion to her faith kept her pure, at least in her mind she was still pure due to her devotion and righteousness to the order and its beliefs that she laid down her life to uphold, it didn't matter how many cocks were shoved inside of her body, or how many times she was broken, beaten, and bloodied, or how many times she was shattered and put back together, Ozatol still showed her the light, the light was strong in her mind almost blinding, however at the same time clouded by doubt of something other then past failings.

The creature in the shadows would slowly begin to see this haze effecting Diva resolve, each step she took up the steep temple gates only revealed more of her past as echos of her past victories hung heavy, great battles, even brave exploits that were impressive for someone viewed as a child, battling monster, pirates, evil mercenaries, and even hoards of creatures, Arblis would see Divas accomplishments, however he would also see her recent failings, some of the hardest moments of her young life transpired recently that the weight of this guilt hung on her soul. The shadowed being would pray at theses thoughts and slowly uncover them and see that Diva's inner most conflicts were not failing a mission, not being used as a pirate crews personal cum dumpster, or paraded around naked like a pet, Diva's conflicts were deeper and more meaningful then what any creature could ever do to her physical body..... this was a weight on her soul and heart, a crisis of faith that demanded her to seek answers and redemption, something the faith called wrong, however Diva found that her feels felt right, as Arblis and his shadowed tendrils bored deeper to discover that Diva's own struggled revolved around the people she swore to protect.

A crisis of faith born from what could only be called love, desire, and even lust. Diva was torn between the desire of two people she adored, two people she loved, two people she swore to protect, and two people she failed to protect. First A human, her partner in the A.D.D, a women named Alexandra Losev, a intelligence scientists and a close personal friend that she would trust her life with and the next was her beloved, her devoted saint Ezia Melrose, the waker of peace. These two Diva shared more then just hardships together with, they suffered together, they bleed together, they shared a soul together, they shared what could only be called trials of true love, love for two and both held a special place in her heart, however the faith frowned on such attachments, such feelings, a knights duty was to the verse, to the mortals of the verse, to the power of good and the greater good.... not to her own happiness, not to the happiness of just two.... Some may view Diva's confliction as petty, while others stated that her feelings here right and pure, but Diva was left unsure... confused and wavering back and forth in the darkness seeking answers to her questions, were her feelings for Alexandria right? was Ezia's sense of purity flawed? was it wrong to love them both? Was it right to care for them? Diva had so many questions, questions that made her head spin, however that was why she was here..... to seek answers, answers she was sure to find if she fallowed the globe of light that appeared to her once she reached to top of those steps.

Diva was shocked at first to witness the ball of light appear, however she soon relaxed at ease, recalling the rumors of Vumia and the angels of the moon as she took her deep breath and watched the globe bob up and down slowly in the air before it floated into the temple as Diva was able to keep up with a moderately quick walking pace as she was lead straight into the central chamber and the inner sanctum of the temple. ".... light will lead the way..... a spear that pieces the darkness... and reveals the path to those who are lost and blind.... Ozotol please show me the way to the answers I seek..." Diva said, speaking softly as she fallowed the light deeper into the temple.

(sorry for the slow reply, should be quicker from here on out.)

As the knight and her unseen stalker proceeded deeper into the twisting darkness of the temple, with only the faintly glowing mist as a guide, Arblis took the time to consider his options. Even a brief examination of the knight's memories made it clear that simply breaking her spirit would not be enough to mold her into a long term tool. This woman had broken time and time again, and each time she still managed to cling to her faith as a sanity lifeline. Given enough time, mental manipulation, and training, he suspected that her faith could eventually be broken, but it seemed like far too much effort when there was a much easier way. Diva's own experiences with a Gorgon slaver demonstrated exactly how easily she could be manipulated, as long as the commands were made in the context of her faith. It was only a matter of convincing the raspberry haired woman that her god demanded she serve as his newest fuck toy.

Better yet, Diva's mind revealed that not only was she familiar with the head of the group of knights responsible for offending him, but that the saintly Ezia was nowhere near as pure as the Ospodans liked to pretend. Once he was done with his current catch, he suspected that the golden haired saint could do with a trail of her own. That was a plan for the future though. For now, Diva's internal conflict over two loves was a perfect crack to begin prying at in her mind. His power wormed its way through her memories as the pair traveled through the temple, seeking out the lust his prey felt for her lovers and pulling the emotion closer to the surface. To her it might seem like just a stray thought brought on by thoughts of her trial, but Arblis knew the value of a bit of mental prep work.

Soon enough, the pair neared the massive double doors, and the Djinn decided to take a more active role. He flew forward, surrounding himself in the ever present mist, and his body into a visible form. The mist around him shone in an angelic halo, as a shimmering white humanoid figure nearly seven feet tall appeared before the knight just as she crossed the threshold into the inner sanctum. The form's features were indistinct and seemed to shift with the mist, but the being was very clearly male, as made clear by both its build and the sizable package dangling between its legs. Arblis smiled to himself, before raising a hand palm out in a clear sign to stop and addressing the girl iin a booming voice.

"HALT. I am the guardian of trials. Who are that comes unbidden to this sacred temple, and what do you seek?"

Faith it was the ultimate tool, the ultimate teat of endurance, and the ultimate sword and shield. The order uses faith to keep their purity, in verse of sadistic monsters, beasts, and strange things from beyond, faith was the ancor that kept the knights directed twords the light and seeking the best chores for the verse as a whole. Knights needed to be strong, kind, caring, and most of all selfless and willing to do the right thing for those in the need of faiths aid, however Diva found her self conflicted in this regard, she sought happiness, she wanted to care for Alexandria, she wanted to be with the agent, she didnt care she was human... or female, she wanted to be there with her, however Diva also sought saint Ezia's happiness, the leader she swore to protect, the beacon of peace that would guide billions to faiths golden call, however with a new way of faith that Diva could not help but question. It was a hard choice, one selfish and the other selfless, however at the same time her feelings for Alexandria were born from selfless desire and admittedly lust... and the feelings Ezia were borning from selfish desires as well as this lust, both contradictions that made the knights head spin and her mind waver in the concept of choosing some one she deeply cared about over another person she deeply cared about. However it wasn't just theses two that test the knights faith. The gorgons teachings, the serpent goddesses words of wisdom bored deep into Ezia's mind as well as Diva's own, and in turned spread her concept of "Happiness, Freedom, Joy, and Peace" to the masses.... however was this heresy or was it truth? Diva had no idea.

Diva asked theses questions to her self as she walked the temple and followed the light, unaware that her memories were being toyed with by a third party as she recalled her past engagements, her nights with Alexandria, her missions with the agent, as well as her time spent with Ezia and the Gorgon Vespria in her "hotel". However theses memories bored deep but also showed passing glimpses of others as well, such as the water enchantress Myra, Diva shared a important time with her while they were enslaved together and tortured, as well as a agent Diva met for a short time at the A.D.D headquarters, however that encounter only happened once and was never touched on agin. Diva recalled theses events and she even smiled as the thoughts passed her in mind as she walked, holding her shield at her side as she reflected on her past. Mybe theses feelings were right? Mybe this was her faith, love wasnt wrong, mybe loving one was wrong, mybe...... Diva's mind began to race as she was coming to a answer on her own be for her thoughts suddenly stopped and deviated as the mist began to shimmer and a humanoid shape began to form from the motes of light that gathered before her.

Diva raised her shield out of reflex to protect her self however she soon relaxed as she sensed no hostile intent once the specter fully formed before her as she glared at it with wide eyes as if witnessing a miracle. Diva however soon lowered her head in respect and closed her eyes and motioned her free hand in prayer before again opening her eyes soft violet again only to suddenly jump in shock as the first thing she sees was the "angels" package dangling between its legs forcing her to blush be for she looked way. A odd concept, shes seen many, and even fucked and sucked more cocks then most women do in a life time, however her sense of modesty was still pure as ever.....

"I-I..." Diva began to speak, her voice cracking nervously, however she paused to clear her throat be for speaking again. I'm Diva Krimry, Knight of the Holy Order of the Sacred Heart. I come seeking guidance and a answers to my question...." Diva said with a stern voice once she composed her self, bowing her head in respect. "I seek the awnser.... Guardian please tell me..... is....is it wrong for me to love?...." Diva said with a nervous crack in her voice, her cheeks shading red as she made her question known to the guardian and her self.

Arblis admired the memories of each of the knight's trysts, savoring her desire as an appetizer for what was to come. While she may have faced uncountable rapes, she was also no stranger to willing pleasure, and her growing need for it would soon be her downfall. As her thoughts turned to the concept of whether love should be shared with many, he gently prodded her emotions, more firmly latching her onto the idea and to the teachings of her Gorgon mistress.

As the knight responded to his sudden appearance, Arblis' divine visage looked down with the expression of a stern instructor inspecting a disrespectful student. The spirit spoke again, this time without the earsplitting volume, but just as demanding. "You arrive here seeking answers, and more than that seeking Truth, yet you come unbidden to this sacred place armed and armored and do not kneel before a servant of Ozatol. You do not improve your chances of completing your quest." Arblis waited several moments, allowing the knight to scramble to properly show her respect, before cutting off any further attempts with a curt word. "Enough! You show your respect for this place by how you act unbidden, not when commanded. Regardless, you have not transgressed enough to be turned away out of hand. Kneel in prayer before me, open your heart, and I will judge what trials you must undergo to receive your answers."

A massive glowing misty hand extended from the apparition, cupping the top of the knight's bowed head like a toy, and exuding a feeling of immense heat, barely short of singing her hair. A moment passed while Arblis focused his powers, and then a torrent of memories flooded the knight's mind. Every rape, every defilement, every torture, every second of slavery coursed through Diva's mind in a blur. The world around her disappeared, and all that remained was the memories. There was no sense of time during the endless slideshow of the knight's failures, but some scenes seemed to stretch out longer than others. Her time with the Raktar were a blur of tentacles and cum, as were her early abuses under Goro and with Myra, but the times when she broke, succumbing to the torment, mind control, drugs, or lust were all played forward in agonizing detail. Diva could practically taste the cocks in her mouth as Vespira fucked her in front of her entire brothel, and could feel the burning desire for more of Alexandra's scent as the two of them served countless customers as common whores. There was no way to know how long the slideshow of rape continued except that when it finally ended with her most recent escapades and the knight returned to her senses, her knees felt sore from kneeling on the hard stone ground.

A moment later the sense of heat disappeared from her head as the ghostly hand was removed, and the spirit's voice boomed out as it had when she first entered the sanctum. "I have seen your heart, and know your past. I hereby judge you: IMPURE!" The final word resounded throughout the entire chamber in a low baritone, shaking the dust on the stone floor and sending shock waves through Diva's body. That one word seemed to drip with so much scorn, revulsion, and venom that it would take weeks to scrub the filth off.

Arblis allowed the chamber to go silent, before speaking again, this time with what might have been something close to compassion. "I am sorry child, but you are not ready to receive an answer to your question. The road to truth is more important than the destination, and you have strayed from Ozatol's path. This place was made for seekers to try to find their way again, but I fear that you are so far from truth that the attempt will kill you. You should leave this place, forget your duties as a knight, and find some other life that will make you happy. If you insist on continuing your trial, you will only find pain."

While he might implore Diva to leave, Arblis had no intention of allowing any such thing. While her defenses were still lowered, he grabbed every shred of will, stubbornness, and resolve the knight possessed and dragged them to the forefront of her mind. She was NOT impure, she would NOT give up her life as a knight, and she WOULD complete whatever trial this spirit could come up with, even if it killed her. And when she proved herself pure, she knew that her god would grant her the peace she so desperately desired.

Arblis simply looked down on the kneeling figure and waited for her to throw herself willingly into his trap.

Diva did her best to show her respect, however it came to her as a flustered surprise when she heard the great booming voice of the temple guardian echo around her and the momment she heard such disdain she finished as if the very words of the guardian striked her in the chest. Diva lowered to a knee almost instantly as she was called, her eyes lowering to the floor to show her regret and dearest respect before she nodded to show she understood his anger. "I apologize great guardian.... forgive my rudeness...." Diva said with a clear voice, her cheeks red in a hesitant blush and after asking something embarrassing, then being called out on her armor and shield, then ordered to un-don her armor and shield of all things, it would make any knight timid at the notion, yet Diva didn't falter as she stood from her kneel, avoiding eye contact with the dangling "thing" between the guardians legs as she lowered her shield gently to the floor then went to work on her armor afther taking a deep breath to compose her self.



"Yes great guardian. Your correct... this is not necessary.."Diva said softly as slowly unclasped her gauntlets, removing them gently as she sat them atop the face of her shield. Her hands now free Diva next lifted her arms up above and behind her head as she gently ran her finger tips along the collar of her armor at the nap of her neck before the knights armor split open at the back of her chest plate and allowed her to slowly slip off the heavy plate as as gently sat it down along side her gauntlets atop her shield before she then worked on her greaves, unclasping the heavy metal around her thighs, calf's, and ankle before allowing her to slip her leg free from the boot as she did the same to her other leg. Once finished Diva discarded the armor atop her shield with the rest as she now stood before the guardian shieldless and now armorless, wearing nothing but the dark colored leotard she wore underneath it all.



Once finished Diva bowed her head in respect then fell to a knee, kneeling befor the guardian in hopes to make up for her previous mistake as she accepting her scolding. Diva simply lowered her head and showed her respect, struggling to be be more vigilant now as she closed her eyes and accepting the glowing hand that extended out and touched the top of her head as teh guardian graced her with his divine touch, feeling his warmth, his raw power as Diva winced at the sensation of heat however she simply pursed her lip and endured before just as rapidly did the memories of her past failings flooded into her like a blurring wave that washed over her mind, body, and soul, forcing her to relive each detail in what felt like a eternity of inesnsity but was really only a instant. Agh! AHH!!!' Diva cried as she fell to both kneels and eventually all fours as she trembled in pain, pleasure, heat, and desire, however mostly share as she shivered by the time the guardians touch left her forehead, leaving her panting heavily below as she struggled even now.

Diva endured it however, yet she awaited the guardians answer, his wisdom as she soon heard the booming voice echo around her followed by the words she prayed never to hear. "IMPURE!!" Divas eyes shot open as she heard the word as her head only sank lower as the guardian called her impure, shouted the power of her voice at her body forcing the knight to tremble and shake as his words shocked her very soul with divine might as the scorn passed through her. The guardian didn't speak again before his first echo cleared the chamber as the guardian spoke in a new tone that resembled compassion.... however it was anything but.

"W-what?" Diva said with a nervous look on her face as she shifted to her knees and gazed up at the guardian. "Forget?.... F-forget my duties as a knight?" Diva repeated as if she needed to make sense of the mere sentence posed to her. The knight appeared confused, and lost for a brief moment, however she soon shook her head and looked up at the guardian with a stern gaze. "N-no.. I will never turn my pack on my duty!! my faith!..... The knighthood is all I know!!!" Diva shouted as she rested below the guardian on her knees. " There is nothing that will bring me more happiness then our lord. I will endure any pain! Please!! Guide me guardian! Cleanse me of my impurity and show me the way through this trial!" Diva shouted before she lowered her head to the floor in a deep respecting bow.

If Diva had not averted her gaze out of respect, she might have noticed the subtle shift in the spirit's posture as she began to remove her armor, but Arblis had too much control over himself to allow any more than that to show outwardly. Inside, he was devouring the sight of the young knight unwrapping herself like a present just for him, until just the thinnest sheet of tissue paper remained between him and his new toy. He longed to simply leap on her, tear away her last shreds of clothing and ravage her until her body and mind were putty in his hands. He imagined what it was going to feel like to pull apart her shapely thighs, spread her lower lips and cheeks, and plow his essence as far into her tight holes as she could take, and then keep thrusting until he forced her body to find new limits or break. Still, even though the sight of her made his mouth water, this was not the time.

Instead, he simply watched impassively as the knight struggled with the whirlpool of emotions and memories brought on by his visions, and the shock of hearing his verdict. The sight of this proud woman, kneeling bowed before him, begging to be allowed to undergo the torments nearly made this entire trip worth it on its own, but there was SO much more fun to be had.

"SO BE IT!" Again the voice boomed throughout the sanctum, and this time Arblis sent tendrils of his essence to slam the great door shut with an equally deafening blast of sound. There was an audible click as the lock was engaged, although whether Diva could hear it through the ringing in her ears was another matter. Arblis continued in a more moderated, but equally divine voice, "The trials have begun, and cannot be ended until it is either completed or the seeker is dead. You will face four trials, each of which will draw from your successes and failures of the past. To complete each trial you must discover the truth about yourself that it is intended to teach, and feel that Truth in your very soul. You will likely need many lessons in each trial, and after each lesson you will be asked what you have learned. Answer correctly and honestly, and you may continue. Fail, and you will be given a new lesson. Lie, and the lessons will grow more severe. If you successfully complete all four trials, you will be given the Truth you seek."

The ghostly figure looked down at Diva and smiled wanly. "I am not permitted to assist you during the trials, but perhaps this advice will make your path less painful. Speak honestly, and from your heart. Do not let your preconceptions cloud what you know to be true. The answers that the trials show are often painful and rarely the ones you intend to find, but they always lead to a better understanding of who you are. Do you have any questions before we begin the first trial?"

Diva refused to abck down from the trail, she held her ground even as the booming voice cascaded over her with a thum of shear power. On her knees begging to go forward, Diva lowered her head and kept kneeling as she felt such power pass through her forcing her to tremble and shake at her very foundation, however she did not falter as the great guardian would see her keep her respectful pose and keep her head lowered to his majesty. However it was a moment later that Diva once again found the means to speak, the display of power of what she considered to be a great angel left her shaken and at awe, however she soon managed to compose her fleeting heart.

I-I humbly thank you great guardian...." Diva said with great respect, lowering her bow even deeper as she heard out the angelic beings great wisdom for her coming trials. "I understand the risk ok great guardian..... I will not fail you.... I will not fail the order.... I will not fail Ezia, or Alexandria.... Nor will i fail my self or great guardian...." Diva said with respect befor she rose to her feet and gaze up at the angelic being with a stern look of determination burning bright in her eyes. Confidence, and her zeal on clear display as she awaited her right to step forward. "I swear I shall never lie.... I will prove my heart is pure and my conviction is worthy..... great spirit.... I am ready..." Diva lowered her head once again in respect befor she placed her hand gently over her chest and spoke a soft prayer. Azatol, guide me on this trail, allow me to accept what it is I seek... in your great name.." Diva said softly befor looking ahead, ready for her test.

The Guardian looked down on the kneeling knight with an unreadable expression, and simply shook its head. "You will fail. But if you are lucky, you will survive and become a new person, reforged by the struggle. But enough. The time for talking has ended, and the time of the trial has begun!"

The glowing spirit seemed to concentrate, making an effort of superhuman will, and Diva's surroundings began to change. Where before she could see only a dozen feet in front of her, now the obscuring mist cleared to reveal a massive amphitheater. Gleaming marble statues looked down on the kneeling knight from the upper levels, but they were far from the knight's only audience. Filling each of the thousands of seats were people and creatures drawn from Diva's memories, every one looking on expectantly.

Some of the watchers would be immediately recognizable, having seared themselves deep into her memory. That writhing mass of tentacles taking up most of the 2nd and 3rd levels must be a Raktar, while the formless blob of brown ooze near the top could be nothing other than her former master Ortix. All throughout the stands, she could see enemies from her past, each one leering lewdly down at her barely clothed body. On closer inspection, it appeared that the entire room was not filled with only monsters and aliens. Mixed in among the creatures were many of Diva's closest friends and companions. There was Mira, seated at Alicia's right hand along with a half dozen other slaves. Farther down was a contingent of ADD members, each dressed in their uniforms, and apparently unconcerned with their proximity to some of the verse's worst criminals and slavers. And there sitting front and center was the Ospoden delegation. Hundreds of men and women sat in gleaming armor, watching on imperiously, while off to one side were poorer figures of her race. Two ragged figures in particular seemed to tug on her memory, until Arblis gave a "helpful" mental shove and brought forth the long forgotten memories of her murdered parents.

Before Diva could fully grasp all of the friends and enemies who seemed to be watching her, Arblis spoke, drawing her attention to a massive marble dais in the very center of the room. You have fought bravely across the stars, but in each of your battles you have been brought low by a glaring weakness: Your shame. Your enemies use it as a hammer to chip away at your will, and you have hesitated to do what needed to be done to satisfy your propriety. To complete this trial, you must overcome that obstacle. For now, simply watch.

The air above the dais appeared to shimmer, and then a vision of Diva herself appeared, standing proudly in her full armor. The audience members all turned their attention to the form on platform, like spectacle goers waiting for the show to start, or pilgrims waiting before a sacrificial alter.

Arblis monitored Diva's mind throughout the proceedings, trying to determine which of her past memories would be the most humiliating to display in front of the crowd. He nodded to himself, and then exerted his will again.

The air next to the illusory knight shimmered....

Diva only kept silent as she showed her dearest respect to the great spirit, glaring up at spectral form with sheer determination and desire to proceed with the trial, showing no fear, or concern for her self, even as the guardian shook his head and showed his doubt. Diva was a knight she had no right to worry, no right to show weakness, she wanted to do this, no... she needed to do this. The Trial would sho her the path she must walk, the path she needed to see, and if she failed and found her self cast into the darkness then... she wasn't meant to be a knight and that left only one path for her.....

Diva swallowed her fear as she considered this, the thought crossing her mind for a moment, the thought of failure was on her mind, what would happen to her if she failed, what would happen to her love Alexandria, her charge Ezia, her friends, and fellow knights, the unknown weighing on her mind as Diva felt that nervous feeling in her chest, however it was to late to turn back now as she raised her head high and nodded as the trail was ready to begin.

The shift was steady as the charge to her surrounding was slow but none the less overwhelming as Diva took a deep breath as the mist around her faded and became clearer revealing the massive chamber she was actually in as gleaming marble statues of numerous famed knights and heavenly figures towered over her before she looked passed the magnificent architecture to find the audiance she had no idea she had as the knights expression turn from what of a awe struck visitor to a nervous glare of surprise as she slowly took in the faces and shapes of those who were going to watch her trial.

Diva's face twisted into that of a less then composed knight and more into a nervous women as she found faces in the stand she wished to never see again, such as the faces of those she was forced to survive in her enslavement, as well as the faces of those that terrorized her, the face of the sadist, the mad doctor, and even Goro, and the one who was betrothed to be her husband Kray, as well as the faces of those that showed her nothing but happiness, such as Alexandria, Myra, Luna, Ezia, and even the serpent goddess Vespria, however each person, or creature standing above her in their seats each held some kind of significant reason for being here now as Diva knew this was more or less a trick on her mind, the temples way of teaching, yet it was none the less nerve rattling to see the faces of those she knew caused her harm as well as great happiness.

Diva even in this new spot light held firm as she once again swallowed her fear and lowered her head before she turned her attention to the massive marble dais at the center of the chamber. The knight looking forward at the dais as she listened to the guardian words and with respect refrained from speaking out of turn as she simple watched after nodded her head, showing her self to be ready for what came next as the air above the dais shimmered and slowly manifested the vision of her self, standing proudly in her armor, her shield held high as like the audience Diva watched her self up until the very moment things began to shift.

The vision of her self began to change as the knight on the dais was soon shown to be fending off that off a assault, her body getting beaten and flung around like that of a rag doll befor in the vision she received one heavy handed smack to her cheek, hard enough to draw blood and leave a large red hand print on her face befor being forced to her knees and beaten further. The more time went on the more the vision began to look more and more pathetic and flustered, comatose from pain as the vision of Diva rippled as time lapsed showing her armor crumbling, pieces being torn off her as more and more of her alluring body became exposed as the image of creatures crowed around her, taring at her armor, her clothes, arms, and legs, spreading her out among them in brutal fashion. Large and blue, and grayish skin tones the creatures crowding around the image of the knight were none other then undine as the evil creatures used the knights body as their person sex toy, shoving their large cocks into her mouth, her pussy, and ass, one even using her arm pit to masturbate while another took a handful of her soft pink locks, using her short hair to jerk off only to blow his load over her features and made way for the next undine to have his fun as this vision of shame went on and on, and only getting more and more brutal and rough as time went on, showing the knights suffering, all while she watched her self on the dais, the sight of her won shame forcing her to flush red and her eyes to avert from her own scene of rape, the shame clear on the knights own face even now.