"We have a new target for you, Arie. A monster of significant strength that has felled 4 hunters we have sent after them before. We do not know how they were defeated, only that communication has ceased with each."

The bishop, standing among glowing candles on a pedestal that made his position feel like one of great importance.

Arie hardly reacts at the loss of 4 of her fellow hunters. Her eyes are cold steel as she nods her head at the bishop.

"Very well, tell me more about my target. What manner of beast is it? Where is it located? How long has it been active?"

The bishop begins to tell Arie about her target.

The Bishop's description is vague at best; her target could be anyone in the village. However, the information about living among humans indicates this demon likely possesses abilities to manipulate and charm them. It would be best to go undercover herself until she can find an opportunity to strike. With a silent prayer to the Holy Light for guidance, Arie makes her way toward the village.

As the Bishop finishes detailing her target, Arie already has a plan forming in her mind. The fact that he lives as a normal man amongst humans is both a blessing and a curse. She will need to use stealth to approach him, but once revealed, she doubts any would come to his aid. With a cold smile of determination on her face, Arie silently thanks the Church for such valuable information and departs, making haste toward the village where I reside.

Upon arriving at the village, Arie begins to move through its streets with purposeful ease. Her keen senses pick up on any signs of unusual activity or the presence of magic nearby. It doesn't take long for her to narrow down my location - a small house at the edge of town, where she can see you pacing nervously in your front yard. The perfect target.

With practiced skill, Arie blends into the shadows and moves closer to you, careful not to alert any nearby villagers who might be more prone to helping than questioning. She draws a dagger from her boot and creeps up behind you, pressing it gently against your throat before whispering in an eerily calm voice:

"I know what you are."

Her breath caresses your neck as she asks,

"What made you choose this life, demon?"

Her eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of weakness or deception.

The Bishop's words made it sound like a standard demonic ploy, blending in with mortal society while working towards their own ends. The thought didn't disturb her; she had dealt with such creatures countless times before. Arie thanked the clergy member and immediately set out for the village, her black-clad figure nearly invisible amidst the shadows of the night.

Upon arrival, she cautiously surveyed the peaceful scene before her. Wooden houses nestled together like a sleeping dragon, lanterns casting warm golden light across well-tended yards and dusty streets. She couldn't sense any immediate threat or presence of demonic energy; however, that didn't mean the fiend wasn't already lying in wait for her.

Slowly, silently, Arie began to make her way through the village, scanning each home and alleyway as she passed by. Her keen senses told her that something was indeed amiss here; there was an undercurrent of anxiety and fear among the villagers that didn't quite match the serene surface they presented to their daily lives.

It wasn't long before she caught a glimpse of someone who looked out of place: a young man, alone and unsettled in the village square. His eyes darted around constantly, as if he was expecting something terrible to happen at any moment. Arie narrowed her own eyes and began closing in on him...

She knew now that she had found her quarry. The demon had chosen a form similar to the ones they often assumed when hiding in mortal societies - young and agile, easily overlooked as harmless despite their true nature. But Arie saw through the facade; she could sense the demon's presence beneath it all.

Steeling herself for the confrontation

Once there, she begins by observing from afar; searching for anyone who seems out of place or suspicious. Several hours pass before she spots what could be her target: a young man with long black hair and red eyes, standing near the village tavern. He's whispering to another villager, who appears entranced by his words. The two then share a knowing glance before parting ways.

Arie carefully follows them at a discreet distance, keeping an eye out for anyone else who might be watching her. Eventually, they lead her deeper into the woods surrounding the village, until they reach what appears to be an abandoned cabin. The red-eyed man pulls out a key and unlocks it before entering.

Hiding behind nearby trees, Arie waits for the perfect moment to strike. She knows that this demon will likely have more defenses at his hideout, but she is confident in her abilities to defeat him. Her hand drifts toward one of her hidden knives as she watches and listens for any sign of weakness or opportunity.

Arie listens carefully to the bishop's description, committing it to memory. She arrives at the village and begins her search for you, disguised as one of the villagers. Her keen senses allow her to pick up your presence almost immediately; you are not well hidden after all. Arie follows your scent through the woods surrounding the village, eventually finding a small clearing where you are resting.

She watches silently from behind a nearby tree, studying your movements and searching for any sign of weakness. As she observes, she thinks back to what the bishop has told her about you...It's strange that he didn't mention anything about your demonic features; they must be very well hidden or not easily detectable without closer inspection.

She reaches into her cloak, withdrawing a vial of holy water and a small dagger etched with ancient runes. Taking a deep breath, she prepares to attack. In one swift motion, she throws the vial at your chest before leaping forward with another strike from her dagger aimed straight for your heart.

You miscalculated, demon. The Bishop may not have mentioned your features, but Arie has seen through your disguise all the same. Her free hand snakes out toward you as she speaks, pressing the jewel-encrusted hilt of her dagger against your throat. "I know what you are," she growls, her voice a cold hiss as its freezes the blood in your veins.

Her other hand clenches into a fist, and a blinding pain radiates from her palm where it connects with yours. Arie grunts through gritted teeth as she forces her demonic energy back into you; pushing against the walls of your mind and soul until they begin to crack and give way under the pressure.

"You cannot hide anymore," she whispers, her words laced with venom. "The Church has found you."

With a final surge of power, Arie wrenches her hand free from your grasp and pushes you off of her, sending you tumbling back onto the soft moss beneath. Her knife remains pressed against your throat as she gazes down at you with cold, unyielding eyes. "Now tell me... what made you choose this life?"

Her words are a knife twisting deeper into your heart than any blade could; a physical representation of the pain and doubt that plague her own mind. But Arie cares nothing for your suffering. She only wants to hear you speak before ending it once and for all.

Arie feels surprise wash over her when you manage to turn so quickly; she had expected the attack would catch you off guard. As your grip tightens around her throat, her eyes begin to water and her air supply diminishes rapidly. Her mind races for an opening, any way to turn this situation in her favor.

With a final surge of adrenaline, she forces herself to summon the strength needed to free herself from your grasp. With one powerful thrust of her hips, Arie manages to roll out from beneath you and comes up onto her feet just as the dagger etched with ancient runes appears in your heart.

Arie's mind races as she fights to keep your demonic strength at bay. Your speed and agility are impressive; you've managed to avoid each of her strikes with ease. Her grip on the dagger loosens, and she feels her airway begin to close under your crushing weight. It seems that this battle will end here, with her defeated...or perhaps not.

With one final surge of strength, Arie pushes herself up off the ground using her legs and arms as leverage. She twists her body violently, sending you tumbling through the air to land hard on the forest floor several feet away from her. As soon as she's free from your grasp, she scrambles back to a standing position and readies herself for another attack, eyes glinting with determination in the moonlight.

In an instant, Arie is upon you again, this time aiming a powerful blow at your chest using her fists. Her hand glows brightly as she strikes, infused with holy power that should send shards of light through your demonic flesh and straight to your blackened soul.

Arie is caught off guard by your sudden movement and agility. You've managed to turn the tables on her, pinning her down beneath your weight. Her eyes widen in shock as she feels your strength pressing against her throat, choking off her air supply. She struggles futilely, attempting to break free from your grip while simultaneously reaching for one of the hidden weapons at her disposal.

The panic that rises within her is almost overwhelming; this demon seems more powerful than any she's encountered before. Her fingers claw helplessly at your skin as she chokes on dust and leaves, desperate for air. Even with her enhanced senses, she can't find a weakness to exploit. It becomes increasingly clear that taking you down here and now will not be easy.

With a primal scream of effort, Arie manages to force one hand free from beneath your body. Ignoring the pain in her wrenched shoulder, she draws forth a small vial of holy water and flings it directly into your face with all her might. The liquid sizzles against your demonic flesh as she uses the momentary distraction to attempt another strike with her dagger.

Her aim is true this time, striking deep into your shoulder as she coughs up dirt and gasped for air. Blood pools beneath you on the soft ground as you howl in pain, forcing her hand away from your wounded shoulder even more. Arie seizes the opportunity, rolling out from underneath you and springing to her feet in one fluid motion. With a snarl of determination on her lips, she draws back for another strike...

The force of your attack catches her by surprise, and she struggles briefly against your iron grip before realizing that she's no match for your strength. She tries to pry your fingers from her throat as you pin her down, but it's futile. Her vision begins to blur, and darkness creeps in at the edges of her vision.

With a last-ditch effort, Arie reaches up and attempts to scratch at your eyes with her fingernails, hoping that this will distract you long enough for her to regain control of the situation. Blood trickles from her lips as she thrashes helplessly beneath you, gasping for air through a tightened throat.

Arie's struggles grow weaker and more desperate as you hold her head underwater, the panic and terror mounting within her. She thrashes wildly, reaching for anything that might help her break free and take back control of the situation. Her lungs burn with the need for air, her vision begins to blur at the edges.

With water rushing into her lungs and stars dancing before her eyes, Arie feels an anger that almost matches the despair already clawing at her soul. This demon is strong, much stronger than any she's encountered before. And it appears that he has no qualms about killing innocent mortals in order to protect his secrets.

As she struggles against the grip of death, Arie's mind races, seeking a way out of this desperate situation. Her fingers claw futilely at his demonic form, trying to find some weakness, some crack in his armor that might give her an opening. But there is none; he moves with the fluidity of water and the grace of an angel, making every attempt she makes seem clumsy and pathetic by comparison.

Time seems to slow down as she fights for air, her vision tunneling in on the demon's red eyes. She wonders what it must be like to feel this kind of power coursing through one's veins; to have the strength to control so many lives with the mere snap of a finger. She hates him for that feeling, even as she hates herself for being drawn to it.

The water around her grows darker and colder with every passing second, pressing down on her chest like a lead weight. Her lungs burn, and her muscles scream in agony as they begin to shut down one by one. She can feel the life slowly draining from her body; she's losing this battle, just as she knew she would.

Arie's lungs burn as you force her head beneath the surface, water rushing into her mouth and down her throat. Her vision blurs and darkens around the edges, panic coursing through her veins. She struggles futilely against your iron grip, reaching out blindly for anything that might help her break free.

Arie's eyes bulge as you pinch her nose shut and force her head underwater. Her lungs burn, begging for air that refuses to come. She fights against the panic rising within her, attempting to recall any survival techniques or tricks taught by the Church. But it's no use; the grip around her neck is too strong, and the water rushing into her mouth and down her throat chokes away what little air she has left.

Time seems to slow down as she fights for air, each desperate breath burning in her chest like fire. Her body tenses up, muscles corded with pain and the effort of struggling, but still you hold her underwater. Arie's vision dims further, until all that remains is a distant glow at the edges of her sight; the light from the moon and stars above slowly fading into darkness.

The darkness creeps in, inky tendrils that slither through her veins and steal the last vestiges of breath from her lungs. Her vision fades, replaced by an eerie calm as she accepts the inevitable: death at the hands of a demon. With her final ounce of strength, Arie reaches up to scratch at your eyes, desperate for any means of escape from this unyielding grip.

Arie's struggle weakens as you hold her head underwater, the weight of your arm crushing her throat and chest. Her vision begins to darken around the edges, and she can feel herself losing consciousness. As she fades away into unconsciousness, her final thought is of her failure - not just in this battle but in all of them. Despite all her training and experience, Arie could not defeat you. And with that realization comes a new sense of despair...one that threatens to consume her entire being.

Her body limp, Arie lies motionless beneath your grasp as water fills her lungs and her world goes black. Her heart still beats weakly, but for how long? The knowledge that she has failed the Church and all those who have trusted in her serves as a bitter taste on her tongue. Perhaps it would have been better to never accept this path...to find another purpose in life. But now it is too late. Arie is defeated, her spirit broken. All that remains is for you to finish what you've started and end her miserable existence once and for all.

Her mind races, searching for some way to escape your relentless grip. But you are too strong; her strength fails against yours as she is forced deeper and deeper into the dark water. Her lungs burn, screaming for air that will never come. She flails helplessly in your grasp, kicks and punches feebly against your chest until her struggles grow weak and listless.

Finally, with a terrible surrender, Arie gives up the fight. Her limbs grow slack as she slips into unconsciousness, drifting away from this world like a lost soul. Her body floats lifelessly beneath you, blood trickling lazily from her slack mouth.

It feels wrong, killing one of the Church's own...but she is just another pawn in their endless game. Her body goes limp, and her fingers slip uselessly away from your face. In the distance, a raven caws mockingly as Arie slips beneath the surface of the lake.

You are so very close now; you can feel it in your bones. Soon, your master's army will rise up from the depths and overrun this pathetic mortal realm. There is no more need for stealth or subterfuge; you can revel in your power now. And with Arie's death, there is one less annoying voice calling out for your destruction.

Her body feels heavy and lifeless in your arms as you pull it from the water, blood trickling down your skin where she scratched at you in her final moments. Despite this, a small part of you feels a strange twinge of guilt for taking her life; there was something about Arie that defied the stereotype of the stern and unfeeling Church warrior. Perhaps it was her determination to save those she perceived as innocent or perhaps it was simply her desire to belong somewhere, to be part of something greater than herself.

Now that she is dead, you can't help but wonder if there were others like her; individuals who had been manipulated into serving the demonic forces against their will. With a cold smile curling your lips, you dismiss the thought. There is no time for such sympathies now; the final battle draws ever closer and you must focus all of your energy on ensuring that your master's plans come to fruition.

Gently setting her lifeless body down upon the grassy bank, you begin to undress her, piece by piece. Her clothing slips away easily, revealing a supple form beneath that speaks of youth and vitality. It seems such a shame for her life to have ended this way; perhaps it could have been different if only she had seen the truth sooner. But there is no use in dwelling on such thoughts now. Instead, you stand back and admire your handiwork, taking in the sight of Arie's pale, dead body stretched out before you like a sacrifice on an altar.

Her body floats lifelessly beneath you, blood trickling lazily from her slack mouth. Your fingers trail delicately down her spine, tracing the line of her ribs to where they meet at her hips. With a small grunt, you pull her limp form closer, pressing her cold, wet skin against yours. The heat that emanates from your body warms her slowly, chasing away some of the lingering chill of death.

Her head lolls back, revealing her pale throat and the smooth line of her jaw. The sight makes you shudder with desire; this demoness is truly irresistible in both life and death. With gentle hands, you remove her wet clothes one by one, exposing her perfect form to the night air. Her breasts rise and fall softly with each breath you take, nipples puckered and hard from the cold.

As she grows warmer, so too does your hunger for her. You lean down, pressing your lips against hers in a kiss that is at once forceful and tender. Your tongue delves into her mouth, seeking out her own as it twists and tangles with pleasure.

Her body was once taut with muscle and strength, now it lies limp and lifeless in your hands. The beauty that once radiated from her skin is now marred by the marks of battle and unlife; cuts, bruises, and scrapes cover her flesh like a map of her struggles. Her breasts jut proudly against her chest, pale and lifeless now but once used to taunt and entice your kind from afar. You wonder what sensations they might have evoked before she became the tool of the Church, before she took up arms against you and yours.

With a final tug, her clothing comes away from her body, revealing the smooth curves beneath. It's been a long time since you've had the pleasure of physical contact with something so soft, so supple. Her skin is cold to the touch, but it doesn't seem to bother you; instead, it heightens your senses and makes every inch of her feel all the more real, all the more precious.

You lower Arie's body gently onto the forest floor, studying her face one last time before walking away. In death, she looks peaceful; at rest from the torment she endured during her short existence. But you know that beneath the surface, a war rages on; a battle between light and darkness that will continue long after she has been forgotten by mortal men. And as part of that darkness, part of that twisted force that seeks to bring about the downfall of all things good and pure, Arie's death means little more than one less voice crying out against you in the night.

With a final flick of your wrist, you send her lifeless body tumbling into the darkness beyond, where it will be forgotten along with all the others who dared to stand against you. For

As you drag her lifeless body from the water, Arie's cold and lifeless form reveals a strange beauty that takes your breath away. Her pale skin glistens with droplets of water, reminding you of moonlight dancing across still pools on summer nights. Her limbs are so supple and graceful, even in death they seem to flow from her center like liquid mercury.

With a satisfied smile curling your lips, you begin stripping her of the layers of clothing that concealed this stunning sight from prying eyes. The fabric slides easily off her body, revealing curves and contours that tempt you despite the chill in the air. Her breasts are full and soft, the nipples hardening into tiny peaks beneath your gaze; her hips sway invitingly as they shift with each movement she makes.

With a final tug, her undergarments join her other clothes at your feet, leaving Arie naked and vulnerable before you. The thought should send shivers of revulsion coursing through your veins, but instead, it awakens something deep inside; an urge to claim her as yours, to mark her flesh with the marks of your power and dominance.

Your fingertips dance across her skin, tracing intricate patterns over her chest and stomach, dipping into her valley between her breasts before skimming lightly up over her flat belly and curving around her hip bone. Her flesh feels warm and alive beneath your touch, an unexpected contrast to the coldness of death that surrounds you both.

The thought of permanently marring this perfect body with signs of your possession grows more alluring by the moment; Arie's beauty will serve as a reminder of your conquest, a testament to your power and control. With

Arie's elegant nude corpse feels so warm and alive beneath your touch, almost as if she were still alive. A shudder runs through you, more from revulsion than desire, as you squeeze her breasts. Milk leaks from her swollen nipples and pools onto the grass beneath them, a bitter reminder of what she was and will never be again.

Her body feels so cold and lifeless beneath your touch; the chill seems to seep into your fingertips as they roam across her skin. It's a sharp contrast to the heat that rises within you with each passing moment, an unwelcome reminder of the mortal realm you left behind when you joined forces with your master and his army.

Your hands are strong and rough as they grip her breasts, squeezing them hard enough to make her nipples stand erect and sensitive against the chill of death that still clings to her skin. The movement causes a shudder to run through your body, an echo of the pleasure she once knew in life, but twisted now by pain and loss. As your fingers skim lower, tracing along her flat belly towards the hidden folds between her thighs,

Her body feels strangely cold in your grasp, the lifelessness sending shivers down your spine despite the heat that still radiates from her flesh. She looks so peaceful now, like she's finally found some sort of rest after all those years spent chasing demons and monsters. It's almost enough to make you feel guilty for ending her life, even as a part of you celebrates the victory over your long-time nemesis.

But guilt is something you can't afford right now; there are still other demons out there, lesser beings that would love nothing more than to see Arie rise up again and lead another crusade against them. With careful consideration, you decide that the best course of action is to dispose of her body so it cannot be used against you in any way.

Gently laying Arie's cool form upon the forest floor once more, you look around for a suitable place to hide her remains. The lake seems too obvious and will likely draw unwanted attention; better to find some secluded spot where she can rest undisturbed for eternity. As you search, memories of your time together flash through your mind's eye: the battles they fought side by side, the times they argued about strategy or philosophy...even those moments when it seemed like Arie might have been starting to doubt her own choices in life.

Eventually, you find a hidden clearing deep within the heart of the forest, sheltered on all sides by thick foliage and towering trees. It feels almost sacred here; like this is where Arie belongs. After carefully arranging her body upon some soft moss, you begin to dig a shallow grave using only your bare hands. The earth is cool against your skin, but it provides much-needed release from the tension that's been building inside of you since the battle

But even in death, there is still something about Arie that captivates you; her beauty shines through like a beacon in the darkness, drawing you in despite all logic and reason. Perhaps it's because she was once one of your own, a Sister of the Church just like yourself, albeit one who had fallen from grace and been twisted into serving this demonic force against her will. Or perhaps it's simply the thrill of possession; claiming something that once belonged to another, marking it as your own with your touch, your breath, your essence.

As you squeeze her breasts, feeling the soft flesh yield beneath your fingers, a moan escapes your lips. It's not a sound of pleasure or desire; rather, it seems more like the last gasp of air leaving her lungs before finally giving in to death's embrace. Even now, she struggles against you, futilely trying to break free from the chains of mortality that bind her.

You wonder what it must have been like for Arie, growing up within the safety and sanctity of the Church only to be thrust into this world of shadows and bloodshed. How did she come to find herself on the other side, fighting against all that she once held dear? The answers are lost to you now; she is gone, vanished from existence like a whisper in the wind. But her body remains, a testament to the struggles and torments she endured before

Her body feels odd; heavier and somehow more solid than before. Yet it also feels wrong, cold and unfamiliar beneath your hands. Arie's corpse shudders with a faint tremor of revulsion as you grasp her breasts in your palms, squeezing them roughly, her nipples stiffening even further against your touch. It's as though some part of her still clings to life, refusing to accept the finality of death.

Her flesh feels warm and alive beneath your touch, an unexpected contrast to the coldness of death that surrounds you both. The thought of permanently marring this perfect body with signs of your possession grows more alluring by the moment; Arie's beauty will serve as a reminder of your conquest, a testament to your power and control. With

Her chest rises and falls slowly with each ragged breath you take, her breasts swaying gently beneath you. The sight is almost too much for you to bear; it feels as if the life force that once coursed through her veins still lingers close to the surface, taunting and teasing you with what could have been.

Her dead eyes stare unseeing at the sky above as you take in her naked form, admiring her beauty even now that she's been brought low. There is a strange feeling inside you as you gaze upon Arie's corpse, something akin to regret mixed with relief and arousal. You wonder if it's how the Church's warriors must feel when they defeat one of their own in battle: torn between joy at victory and guilt for having taken away someone who was once one of them.

You grasp her breasts roughly, squeezing them tightly before pinching her nipples between your fingers, drawing out a soft imaginary gasp from her lifeless lips. Her skin feels impossibly warm against yours, and you can't help but wonder if there is still some spark of life left in her, even now that she is beyond saving. It wouldn't be the first time such things have happened; demons are creatures of shadow and chaos, able to twist and warp reality to suit their needs.

You grab hold of Arie's breasts roughly, feeling them spring back to life in your hands. They are full and heavy with milk, a testament to the motherhood she never truly experienced. Her chest heaves up and down as you squeeze her breasts, her nipples hardening further beneath your grasp.

With a gasp, you squeeze her breasts roughly, your fingers digging into her flesh as pain mixes with pleasure. Her nipples harden even more beneath your touch, leaking a bead of milk that trails down her chest and stomach to mingle with the water still clinging to her skin.

With a growl of satisfaction, you press Arie's body down into the soft grass, holding her still as your hips jerk roughly against hers. Your cock throbs against her abdomen, painting wet streaks on her pale skin that mirror the milk dripping from her nipples.

You trail your fingers down her toned stomach, moving lower until you reach her flat belly button. From there, you continue onward, following the gentle curve of her hips until your hand finds purchase on her soft rear end. Squeezing hard, you pull her body back against yours, feeling the heat from your own body seep into hers, driving away any remaining chill from death's icy grip.