The Cure is Her Purity

Lucien staggered into the moonlight, shirt torn, steam curling off his skin like smoke from a forge. The golden veins running through his body pulsed like burning wire, searing his nerves with every heartbeat.

> [Status: Holy Contamination – 8%]

[Symptoms: Internal Damage, Purity Burn, Lust Suppression]

[Cure: Unknown. Searching…]

Lilith wrapped a leather strap around his forearm to stop the shaking. "You're not dying yet. Not after everything."

Lucien hissed through clenched teeth, "I need blood."

She held out her wrist.

He grabbed it—but stopped. "It won't work."

Lilith frowned. "What?"

> [Error: Demonic Blood Rejected by Purity Burn]

Lucien fell to one knee.

The pain wasn't just physical now—it was spiritual. The divine mark from Seraphiel was latching onto something deeper. Trying to rewrite him.

His system crackled.

> [Emergency Update Available: Unsealing Forbidden Protocol – Lust Sync Tier 2]

> [New Requirement to Purge Contamination: Claim the Divine Vessel's Purity]

His eyes widened.

"No… that can't be…"

Lilith's head tilted. "What did it say?"

Lucien looked up, voice dry and cracked.

"I have to corrupt Seraphiel."

Lilith blinked.

Then grinned slowly. "That... is the hottest death wish I've ever heard."

---

Elsewhere, far from the city…

Seraphiel sat cross-legged in a holy bath, steam rising around her naked form. The moonlight painted her flawless skin silver, divine tattoos glowing softly beneath the surface.

Her hand trailed down her stomach.

But she stopped before going lower.

Always.

"Impure thoughts weaken the shield," she whispered.

Yet her thoughts betrayed her.

His lips. His scent. His hands.

> "You still kissed me."

Seraphiel's heart pounded.

"No…" she whispered. "I'm the flame. I do not desire corruption."

But her thighs clenched under the water.

---

Back with Lucien…

He lay on a stone slab inside a forgotten cathedral beneath the city, his body glowing faintly gold. Lilith stood over him, arms crossed.

"I've fought inquisitors before," she said. "Seraphiel's not like the others. She's a virgin for a reason."

Lucien grunted. "She'll crack."

Lilith crouched beside him, her lips brushing his ear. "And if you break her—what then? You think the world will let you live?"

"I don't care."

> [Contamination: 12%]

[Time Until Irreversible Burnout: 72 Hours]

Lilith sighed. "Then we find her. But not by storming a cathedral."

She opened a dark grimoire, its pages slick with moving ink. "She'll be vulnerable… tonight."

Lucien turned to her, pupils narrowing. "How do you know?"

Lilith smirked. "Because her cycle aligns with the twin moons. And when the red moon rises, her divine seal weakens."

He blinked. "You've tracked her cycle?"

"I study my enemies," she purred. "And potential rivals."

Her lips brushed his neck. "Still want to resist me?"

Lucien groaned low as her hand slid beneath his waistband.

> [Warning: Lust Suppression Active – Action Denied]

He growled in frustration.

Lilith whispered, "Guess we better cure you fast, then…"

---

Later that night…

The red moon hung above the holy fortress of the Inquisition.

Seraphiel knelt before a relic—an obsidian cross engraved with ancient angelic script.

But her breath was shaky.

Visions of Lucien wouldn't leave her.

His strength. His body. His mouth.

"I cannot fall," she whispered.

But the system whispered back—

> [Divine Barrier: 60%]

[Lust Interference Detected]

She gasped, trembling.

And then the shadows in the chamber twisted.

Lilith stepped out first—nude under a dark veil, eyes glowing.

Seraphiel rose instantly, weapon conjured. "You—"

Then Lucien appeared behind her.

One arm locked around her waist.

The other over her mouth.

"Got you," he whispered.

> [Skill Activated: Lust Sync – Divine Override Protocol]

> [Objective: Corrupt Target Through Skin-to-Skin Intimacy. Consent Not Required. Shield Weakening: 30%]

Seraphiel's body arched as her divine shield sparked, golden light clashing with red.

She screamed into Lucien's palm, radiant fire bursting from her skin.

But Lilith pressed close.

"No holy scream can save you now, darling…"

---

Inside Seraphiel's mind…

She floated in a white void, chained by golden threads.

Lucien appeared before her—naked, eyes glowing with dark lust.

"You came to purify me," he said. "But you only purified yourself for me."

She trembled, eyes wide. "No—no—I won't—"

He walked forward.

Chains snapped.

And when he touched her lips—

Everything shattered.

---

In the real world…

Seraphiel collapsed to her knees.

Her aura vanished.

The divine tattoos burned away like mist.

And her breathing—

Fast. Heavy. Wanting.

Lucien caught her.

> [Purity Broken – Inquisitor Seraphiel: Status Changed to Defiled Virgin]

> [Trait Absorbed: Holy Wrath | System Upgrade Initiated]

> [Contamination Removed]

His skin cleared instantly. The golden veins faded. His body thrummed with new power.

Seraphiel whimpered, clutching her thighs.

Lilith giggled. "Well well… the mighty virgin breaks on the first try."

Seraphiel glared up at her, dazed. "You… you tricked me…"

Lucien leaned down, fingers lifting her chin. "No tricks. Just the truth."

He kissed her again.

And she moaned.

---

But as pleasure surged—so did something else.

A dark pulse echoed from below.

The walls of the cathedral cracked.

Lilith froze.

"Lucien…"

> [Warning: Forbidden Chamber Breached]

> [Entity Awakening: Ancient Bloodline – The Crimson Howl]

> [System Alert: Werewolf Alpha Hybrid Detected – Level ???]

A massive claw punched through the altar.

A howl split the night sky.

And a voice snarled—

"Who dares defile the chosen virgin of the flame?"

Lucien turned.

Eyes widened.

Because what rose from the pit wasn't human.

It was half-wolf, half-god, ten feet tall, with blood-soaked fur and burning silver eyes.

And it was looking straight at Seraphiel.