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Chapter 89 - Carving a Home in Nest of Greed [2]

The room filled with guards in the moment, their weapons drawn towards Sophia.

"Come quietly." One of the guards ordered.

"Is this truly your choice?" Her melodic voice reached their minds, it carried no malice nor fear.

It was as if she merely asked if they wished to keep their lives.

"It is truly a shame I was not able to convince you. Demons." Her voice grew more stern, where the melody once was now a song of death echoed.

She would end their lives. While they refused to listen to her, it did not matter.

'Ariel would let herself be captured...' She sighed as she thought about what her sister would do.

Most certainly, she would make them suffer a fate worse than death while they believed themselves victorious.

The guards approached her, her form unwavering.

She was no Ariel, she did not have a need for entertainment. Unlike her sister, she merely wished to extend the loving hand of Father.

If they rejected it, their lives had no purpose. They were demons, after all.

"I beseech you once again, turn to the light and enjoy light of Father's Love." She unfurled her wings as she stretched her hands towards the Baron.

Baron winced in disgust before anger overtook him.

"What kind of bullshit are you spouting? You know what? KILL HER!" Baron ordered.

'I suppose I lack the charm Father has...' Sophia let out a defeated sigh.

"[Divine Word: Death]." The guards around her fell over, their lifeless bodies hitting the floor with a thud.

And yet, Baron was left alive, his face gaining a terrified expression.

He did not speak but instead rushed beneath his table, trying to hide from a woman who effortlessly slaughtered his guards.

"Fallen... I somewhat believed that some demons may have a spark of light. And yet..." Sophia closed her eyes as she sighed.

"Please! I will give you anything. Don't kill me."

"Kill? No, I wished to avoid this but." She approached the terrified fallen, her gentle hand gripped him by the wing before pulling him out and throwing him on the bed.

"You are not one of the demons that may be saved." Sophia approached him, her wings spreading, giving her the presence of most holy of beings.

He attempted to crawl, but Sophia pulled him back.

"I do not wish you to suffer. Father had granted you free will, and yet..." She looked sad, almost as if she was about to cry.

Baron struggled to free himself as Sophia brought her face next to his, her gentle skin brushing against his, and in his ears whispered.

"[Command], this town will serve as a beacon that even demons may be given salvation. Improve, fix and accommodate those who follow Father. Treat girls that arrive as your guests." Sophia whispered.

After the command was given, she hopped off, in the end she had to alter his free will.

It was sad, and yet she had no choice.

She could only lament her lack of charisma.

"What would father do..." She muttered to herself as she made her way out, she had to bring the girls here. This would be a sanctuary in a nest of greed, a beacon of salvation.

***

Baron Ramare has his hands full, and Coek is breathing behind his neck because of his town's frankly terrible performance.

Recently the general was growing more strict than usual, before he could get away with his embezzlement and mistreatment of peasants, but now.

He was at his mercy.

If he did not figure out how to improve the town, death would be the least of his worries.

He had heard terryfing stories about the General.

He was able to shatter mountains with a single swing of his battle axe, he was able to bend the will of lesser people with merely a word.

He was more or less the main war asset Iguva had in this part of the empire.

Iguva had never cared too much about the outskirts, and yet in last week or so there was something big happening.

Whatever it was, the General's men had arrived at his mansion and ordered him to get town in order; otherwise, he would be executed.

He did not wish to test if it was an empty threat.

He counted his lucky stars that the general himself didn't come, that would be least of his wishes.

And so he had worked entire night and day just to find a way to improve his town that his actions impoverished.

'It should have been forever... I underestimated Coek.' He sighed before hearing a knock on the door.

"Speak!" He sohuted.

"A whore you ordered seems to have arrived." The guard spoke plainly.

"Great. Let her come to this room, however, she will wait." He had ordered this woman almost a month ago, just before everything went to shit.

He had already paid her so it would be a shame if he didn't relax at least a little.

The woman slowly entered and bowed, however he hadn't paid her much attention before ordering her to wait for him on the bed.

"I am not a whore, My name is Sophia. I am a Virtue. I have come to make a request." She spoke softly, and yet her voice did not waver.

Baron stopped writing before snapping the feather in his hand.

"Why are you here then?" He spoke in a low and threatening tone before looking the strange woman up and down, she was rather pleasant for the eye.

"I am here to request this manor to house new followers of Father." She spoke brazenly and yet softly.

Ramare raised his eyebrow at the question before laughing loudly.

"HAHAHAHA! I did not realise I ordered a clown instead of a whore." He rose from his seat, so a random peasant just arrived in his home and demanded HIS mansion.

'Like things couldn't get better.' He gritted his teeth before calling for the guards.

And yet as they were about to kill her, they fell.

The woman spoke a single word, 'Death' and all of them fell.

It was like General had visited him, he rushed under his table trying to figure out a way to run and yet he was effortlessly pulled by his wings and thrown on the bed.

'I guess I die now...' He struggled as he embraced his grim fate and yet woman was incredibly strong.

She leaned close to his ear, her soft skin brushing against him.

A moment command was spoken, and he understood everything he needed to do.

Father would judge them all, he needed to improve, and he needed to accommodate those who followed him.

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