She skipped through the halls, her ashen hair flowing up and down, clapping her hands and snapping her fingers with enthusiasm.
She clapped one last time upon arriving in front of the black altar that adorned multiple sigils made of dried blood.
"Finally…" The ashen-haired woman muttered with a shy smile. "Azaroth's heart."
The main hall's tall doors were pushed open, and two men walked closer to the sanctuary, their black robes tinted with red, fluttering with each step.
They knelt before the altar and their High Priestess.
She stood with her back to them, her attention fully dedicated to the empty altar. The two kept their gazes low, but eventually gave in, raising them to peek at her beautiful figure, neatly wrapped in her red robe.
"Come on," She purred with a snap of her fingers. "My dear, fellow Followers."
"Yes," They answered, right hand moving to their side. "Your Highness."
The two Followers unseathed their holy daggers, and brought the blades to their left wrists.
They took a deep breath, clenched their teeth, and,
Slash-
A pinkish aura started emanating from the High Priestess' arms as she slowly raised them.
As her arms moved, so did the blood flowing down from the Followers' wrists. It slowly started moving forward, closer to the altar, and to the High Priestess.
The flowing blood circled around her, climbed up the altar, then flowed upwards to create a circle right in front of her face.
Her magic seeped into the circle of blood, and a reflective substance was conjured to fill the previously empty circle.
"Answer my call, Demon General…" The High Priestess whispered with her eyes closed. "Vulkan."
The circle of blood started shivering violently. The blood flowing out of the Follower's wrists started spilling rapidly and more forcefully. Their faces and bodies quickly turned pale.
"There you are." She smiled as, reflected in the circled, appeared the Demon General.
A hulking figure with red skin, immense muscle mass, and a big belly stared back with black eyes.
The High Priestess stared for a moment, noticing a figure kneeling in front of Vulkan.
"What is it?" The Demon General asked with a firm tone as his hand tightened around the head of the woman who had been servicing him, crushing it at once. "You know I hate being disturbed."
"How is the search going?"
"You disturb me to ask such an idiotic question?"
"The Hobgoblins you have under you." The High Priestess ignored his complaint. "Didn't they say that they've found something?"
"Oh, that…" Vulkan looked away momentarily and stared at the corpse that lay at his feet. "They're a band of weakling idiots. I don't deal with them. A Servant does."
"Are you not the least bit curious about how that's going?"
Vulkan scratched his cheek, visibly bored by the High Priestess.
"Something about a band of Goblins or whatever. It's ridiculous to think that Goblins could possess Azaroth's heart in the first place. The whole thing is a bore."
"But what if this Servant of yours isn't wrong?"
The Demon General raised an eyebrow.
"Did you feel something? Did you sense something?" He questioned, suddenly gaining interest.
The High Priestess remained silent for a second.
"I did not." She answered.
"Tsk." Vulkan clicked his tongue and sighed. "Of course not. The Hobgoblins should arrive at the Goblins' location soon, if they haven't already. They will bring whatever they find to their leader, and my Servant will go pay them a visit."
"The forest has been pretty loud in the last few hours." The High Priestess sighed. "Maybe you should send your Servant over now."
"Yes, whatever." Vulkan shook his head. "Anything else?"
The High Priestess was certain that the Hobgoblins had found it. She could tell that Azaroth's heart had finally started moving.
'Whatever it is that has been siphoning its Mana for so long has stopped doing so. I can sense its Mana and approximate location. The Hobgoblins might be carrying it, and I… Absolutely cannot…'
"That's all." The High Priestess sighed again. "Just wanted to stay updated on your progress."
"Disturb me for a better reason next time."
The Followers' pale bodies hit the ground.
"Sure." The High Priestess snapped her fingers. Vulkan's reflection disappeared, and the floating circle of blood fell, coating the black altar before being slowly absorbed by it.
She remained immobile for a bit, smiling at the altar. 'I absolutely cannot let Valkan have it.'
Cooperation between Demons was a rather treacherous affair, as one might expect.
'Whether it is his Hobgoblins or something else that has Azaroth's heart, I absolutely…' Shivers went up and down the High Priestess' spine, causing the fingers of her left hand to rise to her quivering lips and her thighs to tremble slightly. 'Must have it.' Meanwhile, the fingers of her right hand caressed her stomach on their way down to-
"Your… High… Ness…"
She frowned. Just as her hand had made it to her crotch, the Followers' whimper broke the mood.
The High Priestess turned around, stepped closer, and crouched in front of her dying Followers.
"You did well." She whispered, her hands reaching for their pale faces.
Despite their approaching doom, their lips curled up as her hand approached.
How long had they been waiting for this? To be reunited with their Lord and Savior, Azaroth, on the other side, and to feel the immeasurable pleasure that comes from being touched by the High Priestess.
Her hands came into contact with their skin and intense, all-consuming pleasure immediately started spreading through their bodies, as their strength, flesh, and energy were rapidly drained from them.
"Good boys." The High Priestess whispered with a smile as the Followers let out a final moan.
She rose to her feet, and all that remained on the ground were clothes wrapped around decrepit corpses that had been drained of all moisture and life force.
She clapped her hands, and the tall doors opened once more.
A dozen Followers wearing similar robes, and wishing for that very same end, stepped into the main hall.
"It's time." The blushing High Priestess said, holding her hands together. "It's time…"
The Followers kneeled immediately.
"To reclaim our Holy Grail."
"Yes, your Highness!" The Followers shouted, overjoyed by the news.
By obtaining their Holy Grail, their Lord and Savior, Azaroth, would grant them eternal life.
With eternal life, they would be able to live forever, and they wouldn't fear their High Priestess' touch.
They would finally be able to enjoy her caresses, her skin, her…
"Be ready." Their High Priestess, otherwise known as the Black Church's Holy Maiden, ordered. "We leave by nightfall."