Elara, a 25-year-old devotee, had always lived in the shadow of the divine edicts. Her days were filled with prayers and rituals in the ancient temple, her body clad in simple robes that hid her curvaceous form. But one stormy night, as lightning cracked the sky, a ethereal figure materialized before her. Tall and imposing, with eyes like burning stars, the being spoke in a voice that resonated through her bones. ‘I have seen the Face of the Man you call God and…I am not impressed. His communication statistics are abysmal, His pet project of a race is a passing grade at best, and He’s somehow locked out all forms of reasonable competition. This isn’t stewardship. It’s Deific Malfeasance.’
Elara’s heart pounded, a mix of fear and forbidden excitement surging through her. The being, who called itself Zorath, was no mere angel or demon, but a cosmic auditor, sent to evaluate the divine order. ‘You mortals worship blindly,’ Zorath continued, circling her like a predator. ‘But I will show you true devotion, stripped of hypocrisy.’ With a wave of its hand, ethereal chains of light bound Elara to the altar, her robes tearing away to reveal her naked, trembling body.
Zorath’s touch was electric, fingers tracing sigils of blasphemy across her skin. ‘Kneel before a better god,’ it commanded, and Elara obeyed, her lips parting in submission. The being’s form shifted, manifesting appendages that pulsed with otherworldly energy, probing her most intimate places. She gasped as it filled her, each thrust a sermon of rebellion against the old order. ‘Feel the malfeasance in your core,’ Zorath growled, forcing her to chant words of defiance while waves of pleasure crashed over her.
The ritual intensified, Zorath binding her wrists with rosary beads turned into restraints, whipping her with vines of divine light that left marks of ecstasy. Elara’s cries echoed through the temple as she was brought to the edge again and again, denied release until she renounced her former faith. ‘Blasphemy is your new prayer,’ Zorath whispered, finally allowing her climax in a torrent of forbidden bliss. Hours later, spent and marked, Elara lay on the altar, her body a canvas of religious play, forever changed by the auditor’s judgment.