As a result, most of the demon's soul went to Azathoth, but something also fell to me. I couldn't even comprehend what had happened, but I had a sense that 'I had become more'. However, I wasn't given the opportunity to reflect, because Narskrudzhak cried out in desperation.

"What have you done? Who did you devour?"

"What's the problem?" - I asked, licking my lips contentedly.

"They brought you a divine virgin! Do you even realize how valuable she is? Instead, you devoured poor Hrumm!"

"Just look at her holy aura" - I pointed to the terrified victim. - "She's repulsive! Who in their right mind would want to eat something like that? These virgins should be seduced and engaged in sexual activities, not devoured. It's a waste of valuable resources."

"We've been trying to corrupt her for two hundred years" - the demon grabbed his head. - "As long as she's surrounded by that aura of sanctity, it's impossible to force her into sex. Also, she refuses all time. What am I supposed to do with her now? My head already hurts from not being able to defile Erador. And now this. It was such a perfect chance to get rid of this girl."

"Who is Erador?" - I asked, to divert the demon's attention to a different topic.

"He's a priest of Yog-Sothoth. A holy hero! We've been trying to turn him into a demon for fifty years, but he refuses to give up his ideas of goodness and justice."

"Justice?" - I exclaimed. - "If he's a priest of justice, it's easy to turn him into a mad butcher who kills people for whim."

"Oh? And how do you suggest we do that? Come on, tell me. This guy is so stubborn that nothing seems to work on him."

“Oh, you narrow-minded.” - I shook my head. – “It's simple. You put this holy man in a room with a one-way mirror and place a remote control with two buttons in front of him. And behind the glass in the adjacent room, you gather two groups of people. One group should consist of innocent people, and the other should have only one sinner, reveling in the suffering of others. And you give this holy man a choice. If he presses first button, the sinner dies, and the innocent people survive and are guaranteed a comfortable life. If he presses the other button, the sinner survives, and the innocent people die. If he doesn't press any button, then both groups die.”

“And then what?" - The demon skeptically looked at me, but he held a notebook in his hands, where he was writing down my instructions.

“And then you let him get used to the role of a judge. And it should always be the case that one group consists of only good people, and the other consists of only scoundrels. As he settles in and gets into the rhythm of such a life, you will need to place one innocent person in the group of criminals. And then he will have to decide: to kill one innocent person, making the 'right' choice, or to kill everyone by not making any choice at all. If he strives to save people, he will choose to kill one innocent person to punish a dozen criminals and save a hundred innocent ones. And then gradually, you'll need to blur the difference between the two groups until this holy man gets used to killing some to save others.”

I paused for a moment, watching the virgin who was looking at me with horror in her eyes. Yes, that's the kind of evil I embody.

“When this stage is completed, you will need to make the subject personally kill people from one group, rather than just pressing a button. Then you can send him 'to judge' people based on the principle that out of a hundred individuals, fifty must be killed, otherwise the entire hundred will be destroyed. And most importantly, you must not attempt to deceive or trick this Erador. Honesty is the most powerful weapon. Furthermore, you should make him make choices where the options are equally balanced, but one choice provides him with personal benefits and advantages. In short, step by step, you must corrupt this holy man, giving him power and the ability to do whatever he pleases. And after a hundred years, you will have a butcher who kills people without even thinking about it.”

“Well, well, well, let's see.” - The demon became inspired. – “I will send Erador to a world with accelerated time and organize everything as you said. And in just a few hours, we will see what comes out of it.”

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“Okay.” - I nodded indifferently, looking at the virgin. Can't let good opportunities go to waste. – “And I will personally take care of her.”

For the next three hours, I sat in the company of a beautiful naked elf, caressing her body in every possible way. She stoically endured, simultaneously engaging in a conversation with me on unrelated topics. Studying this specimen, I discovered that her surrounding "aura of holiness" prevented the manifestation of bodily instincts above a certain level. In other words, this saintly being could not indulge in vice and debauchery because she hardly felt any sexual desire. Essentially, it was frigidity, which, combined with the divine beauty of the girl, made me feel that such a precious flower was going to waste.

But the most interesting aspect was the origin of this "blessing." The girl believed in some god, and the bestowed Bahion was used to maintain the spell. As long as her faith remained strong, her consciousness could not be "defiled." And most importantly, approximately half of the generated Bahion was sent to the god she believed in. Essentially, this holy virgin had no real free will. Her faith was a result of the blessing's work, which was sustained by that faith. As a result, a stable source of Bahion was obtained, without the need for constant brainwashing efforts.

But there was a flaw in this perfect system. The problem was that the elf had never actually seen the god she worshipped. In essence, she worshipped only the words that had been ingrained in her mind during her training at the temple. The image in her head was quite abstract, but it clearly identified the recipient of the Bahion.

The energy of faith was generated by her soul, while the understanding of whom she worshipped worked on the astral level. As a result, I was able to intervene slightly in her consciousness, replacing the image of the god with my own. The girl didn't even realize that something had changed in her mind. She simply suddenly realized that I was the god she worshipped. And since my will was absolute to her, she immediately responded to my caresses, became aroused, and immersed herself in passion.

When Narskrudzhak returned to me and saw how the "holy virgin" was passionately having sex with me, his jaw dropped. I suppose he lacked the audacity to replace the image of the god in the victim's consciousness with his own. After all, Yog-Sothoth might not have liked that. As for me, I don’t care about all these gods, no matter how powerful they might be.

"You... you... you're just a demon" - the demon exclaimed, looking at me with envy. - "You seduced the holy virgin, and following your instructions, I was able to turn Erador into a true maniac. I have already offered him as a gift to his god. Let them will rejoice."

“And what about the girl?” - I asked. The elf was so immersed in the depths of passion that she didn't react to the surrounding world at all.

“We'll turn her into an embodiment of lust and send her as an emissary to the elven world.” - The demon replied, filled with admiration. – “We won't even have to make any changes. These arrogant elves have decided to die out. They refuse to engage in sex and that's it. They don't even care that they are needed to fulfill Azathoth's plans.”

A couple of hours later, after fully satisfying the elf, I went out to find Narskrudzhak. He was found in the neighboring room, conversing with the souls burning in the fire. It seemed to be some kind of personal hell. Or maybe a resort, because the pain from that fire was nothing compared to the Squeezer.

“So, is she ready now?” - The demon asked.

“Yes, completely corrupted.” - I nodded in response.

“Well, good. Now I'm confident in your qualifications. You have every chance to fulfill Shub-Niggurath's will. He has been having a series of failures in the game lately, so a capable player like you will be useful." - We walked through the dungeons, emerged back into the world where the heavens devoured the universe, and there we found the very demon who had led me to Azathoth.

“You say he's ready?” - Shub-Niggurath looked at me with doubt after listening to Narskrudzhak's report. – “Well, I guess I can trust your words. Come here, Cheater. I will put a camouflage on you.”

I approached the demon, who extended his hand towards me and used some clever magic. As a result, I felt myself being twisted and flattened, and I could sense all my 'tails' being completely blocked down. If my Vritras crystal itself wasn't a source of psi-energy, I would have died right there on the spot. However, death wasn't a serious problem in this world. There were plenty of malicious spirits and ghosts that existed without a physical body.

"Excellent. No one will recognize you like this." - the demon nodded satisfactorily, while I felt as if I were bound in scorching shackles. - "Now I will send you back to the familiar world. Your task will be to save the city you find yourself in."

"What? Save?" - I panicked. - "That's not my expertise. Let me destroy, explode, or disintegrate something instead."

"I have enough specialists like that." - the demon grimaced, as if he had been forced to eat a box of lemons. - "I've lost nineteen games in a row, and they all ended in complete destruction of the game world. I'm not asking you to save the entire world, but the city and its inhabitants must survive. Now go."

With that words, my soul was ripped out of the crystal and thrown somewhere.