A silver moon shone down on Garreg Mach monastery, wrapping it in a flowering shroud of light. Citizens of Fódlan near and far understood that beneath its towering spires and steepled rooftops, the Monastery was the seat of all power in the region. Spiritual and martial might intersected within those hallowed halls, and above it all Lady Rhea stood stately and mighty as the Archbishop of the Church of Seiros, unrepentant and unforgiving to any who dared oppose it – or her.
It was within this empty monastery that Lady Rhea now sat, basking in her divinity as she crunched something – or, rather, someone – that was squirming in her mouth.
It was a targeted hit; the Black Eagles hadn’t even seen the source of the mysterious magic that reduced them to size. All they knew was that one moment they were in their rooms studying or sleeping or practicing… and the next, they were in the clutches of the vindictive Archbishop who began to devour their reduced, screaming bodies one-by-one. Petra, Dorothea, Linhardt, even lowly Bernadetta, all leading up to Edelgard herself.
But she was not the final victim.
Rhea took another measured bite, her teeth a set of immaculate, pink pearls that only scarcely revealed themselves as she continued to chew the remains of the once-proud Edelgard von Hresvelg. And Monica, stowed away in Rhea’s hand, looked on in horror and in awe. Even as she was decapitating the future leadership of the Adrestian Empire, she still looked every bit as angelic as she always did.
Caught in Rhea’s clutches, Monica was overcome with another desire to struggle, but her grip was absolute. Faced with the impending possibility of her death, Monica’s fearful sweat that had expanded to a torrent with every devoured member of the Black Eagles became a downpour as Rhea swallowed, and a lump of chewed flesh and bone travelled down her throat and into the stomach of the Archbishop of the Church of Seiros.
And then she set her sights on Monica. The last of her kind.
“N-n-no! Y-you’ve made your point… I-I-I promise to remain loyal to t-t-the Church… and you, Lady Rhea… j-just please… y-you don’t have to… e-e-eat me… please?”
Rhea looked down at Monica with her cold, detached yet loving gaze, and she offered a smile.
“Worry not, my child… I know you have been steeped in sin and rebellion against the Goddess… that is why I have decided to purify you…”
Monica allowed hope to enter her heart. “So I-I’m free now? You’ll let me go?”
“Not at all,” replied Rhea, her voice an indomitable drone in the acoustics of the Church auditorium. “Your purification has only just begun…”
…And Rhea opened her mouth to reveal the pink tunnel of muscles, saliva, and teeth that still housed trace remains of the rest of the Black Eagles.
Monica screamed.
“NO, NO PLEASE!! STOP, PLEASE, DON’T –”
“Rejoice…” Rhea spoke loudly, and in doing so spat flecks of tinted blood in Monica’s half-inch frame. “For you are to become one with the Goddess. Your slate will be wiped clean…”
“STOP, RHEA, RH–”
The pitiful girl was stuffed between the two plush doughy masses that made up Rhea’s lips. They sucked on her like a decadent piece of artisanal candy, all the while sapping the strength from Monica as she struggled against their inescapable fleshy mass.
Monica was addled, but even she could see through the haze up above, Rhea’s descending incisors. But she wasn’t even given the chance to scream before they ripped Monica in half, into a mess of gooey red mush, her essence spreading across the Archbishop’s mouth and tongue as she moaned in divine delight. She sucked the vaguely twitching legs of Monica fully inside her mouth and condemned them to the same fate.
Gulp!
Rhea giggled as she drew a path from her neck down her esophagus. Now nobody could question the power of her, or the Church of Seiros.
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Written by 2KFSK