Chapter 4: Familiar

The bonding ceremony was scheduled to take place in three days.

During these days, Elara confined herself in her room, anxiously awaiting her fate like a bride in an arranged marriage. The image of the silver-haired Priest kept flashing through her mind, and she wondered if she would ever see him again. The moonlight outside the window was dim, and as soon as it was light, she would have to go and undergo the ceremony with a Priest she did not know.

She buried her head in the pillow, feeling as if she were drowning and unable to catch her breath. After a while, as if making up her mind, she opened the door and walked outside.

This was the first time she had left her room in these days, following her memory to find the way to the main door downstairs.

The dormitory building was larger than she had imagined. The long corridor had rooms of various Enforcer Witches on both sides. She passed through the corridor but did not find the stairs she remembered; instead, there was a terrace garden.

Just as Elara was about to turn around, she heard intermittent moans coming from the terrace.

"Ugh... not here... the students might hear..." Sister Theresa was half-naked, pressed tightly against the wall by someone. Her headscarf had fallen off, and her light green curly hair was disheveled. Her habit was torn open, revealing her full, pale breasts, which were now in the hands of a tall, red-haired man.

"That won't do, the demonic energy won't wait; it needs to be purified quickly," the man said, his muscular body pressing against the nun as he kissed her, lifting one of her legs high up to fully expose their intimate parts to Elara.

The thick and grotesque member thrust into the nun's body repeatedly, each withdrawal bringing out glistening fluids, staining the area with a lewd display. The nun's body was suspended in mid-air with no support, and she could only spread her legs wide, forced to endure the man's invasion, letting out uncontrollable moans with each thrust.

The shocking scene almost made Elara scream. She quickly covered her mouth and retreated back into the corridor, still unable to calm down even after running around several corners.

She didn't know why what she had just seen made her so panicked. Just thinking about the lewd scene made her heart race and her mind spin, as if the nun's sweet, breathy moans were still ringing in her ears.

After calming down a bit more, Elara realized that the sound was not a hallucination. Not far down the corridor, a door was slightly ajar, and heavy panting could be heard from inside.

A white-haired girl's hands were tied high above her head, her eyes blindfolded with a black cloth, and a gag in her mouth. Her naked, pale body was sandwiched between two men dressed as Priests, one in front and one behind, their thick members thrusting into her simultaneously.

Tongues licked her slender neck and earlobes, nibbled at her collarbone, and her soft breasts were roughly fondled and pinched. The girl's body was taut, her cries muffled by the gag, only able to emit pained whimpers from her throat.

The sight through the door made Elara feel cold all over, and her body began to tremble involuntarily. She wanted to find someone to help but didn't know who to turn to. She stumbled to the stairs and rushed downstairs into the courtyard.

She didn't know where she could go; it felt as if something terrible was about to awaken, and an inexplicable sense of fear chased her, making her want to run as far away as possible.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Elara, making her scream in fright.

"What's wrong?" the silver-haired Priest asked, looking puzzled. He had come to check on the preparations for the upcoming bonding ceremony and was surprised to see the protagonist of tomorrow running out in a panic.

Noyce's appearance was like a savior to Elara, who clutched his clothes desperately, "Noyce... help! In the dormitory, there's a girl being... "

Noyce frowned slightly at the incoherent girl: "Are you talking about purification?"

"Ah?" Elara had heard that word from the tall man before.

"Didn't Sister Theresa teach you? Priests purify the demonic energy by engaging in intercourse with their Familiars, infusing them with divine power. If that's what you saw, it's nothing to be concerned about; it's quite normal here."

"Normal? How can this be normal? A girl is being tied up and toyed with by two men. This is the Church, isn't it supposed to be a sacred place?" The girl's voice was nearly shouting.

The High Priest's brow furrowed even more: "Some Priests have particular preferences, and it's not convenient for outsiders to interfere."

"So... when becoming a Familiar, not only do you have to hand over your life, but your body as well?" Elara felt her strength ebbing away, her voice beginning to tremble. She still couldn't remember how she had become possessed by an Inner Demon or why she had ended up in this situation. She was scared, more so than when she had been tied to the burning stake.

"It's the only way to prevent the erosion of demonic energy," the Priest's explanation was the same as the nun's.

"What if I don't like him?"

Noyce looked at Elara, silent for a moment, "It would be best if you could like him."

The cold voice shattered all of Elara's hopes, leaving the girl standing there like she had been drained of all her energy. Finally, with her head down, she reached out, clutching the Priest's sleeve as if it were her last lifeline, her voice filled with courage she had mustered from every fiber of her being: "Noyce... could I... be your Familiar?"

"You're too weak, not suitable to be with me," Noyce closed his eyes, his voice tinged with a hint of helplessness, "Go back, tomorrow is an important day for you."

The girl stood there, unmoving, her head down, her expression indiscernible in the night. The air was unsettlingly quiet. Noyce stood by her side, quietly accompanying her, until she finally shook off his sleeve and ran back to her room without looking back.