Date: 9 July 2024

Place: Romania, Hoia Forest

Time: 6:50 p.m. (Six hours behind Japan's time)

In the heart of the forest, twelve individuals stood.

The trees around them were tall and dense, their thick trunks and twisted branches forming a dark, enclosing wall. The forest floor was covered in a thick layer of fallen leaves, and the air was cool and still, filled with the earthy scent of dampness.

One was a woman with deep, brown eyes that seemed to hold a quiet, reflective depth. Her lips, a rich shade of red, were gently curved, hinting at a reserved grace. Beneath her lower lip, a small, dark mole added a subtle but distinctive touch to her serene visage. She wore a flowing black ensemble that draped gracefully around her. Her head was adorned with a delicate veil, and a simple cross hung from a dark cord around her neck. Her attire included a modest blouse with long sleeves and a voluminous skirt that reached to her ankles, completing her austere and solemn look.

With just a glance, one could tell she was a nun.

The other eleven were men. Ten of them wore long-tail suits that split into two halves at the back, paired with obsidian masks that covered only half of their faces, exposing their pale skin and sharp teeth. The eleventh man was not wearing a mask, revealing his pale face with handsome features. He was dressed similarly to the others, but his outfit was more extravagant, adorned with intricate details, and he wore a red cape. They were all vampires, with the one in the more extravagant clothing being the leader.

"It was your mistake to come here alone, nun. You will be feasted upon by me and my brethren. First, we will have a taste of your body, and then your soul," the vampire leader said, with an evil sneer on his face, his underlings sharing the same look.

The nun just smiled, finding it very amusing.

"You know, instead of those animals around you, I would instead want you to have a piece of me. You know I just shaved down in my embarrassing part."

"What? No! I didn't mean that, you disgusting whore," the vampire leader said with a horrified look on his face, becoming discomforted by the nun's gaze. "I would rather have a carnal relationship with an ugly goblin than with you."

"You compared my beautiful self to that of a lowly... goblin?" The nun now had a resentful, sad, and shocked look as she gazed at the vampire. "How could you say such words to a beauty like me?"

"Why would I not? You don't have any authority over me, woman," the vampire leader then looked at his underlings. "What are you morons waiting for? Attack her!"

The vampires charged at the nun, who simply waved her hand. The oncoming monsters were instantly sliced in two, their guts and blood splattering everywhere. The crimson spray hit the ground, painted the nearby trees, and even splashed onto the vampire leader.

"Useless fools. I should have hired better underlings," the vampire leader said, wiping the blood off his face, completely uncaring for his dead minions. "I guess if you truly want something done, you have to do it yourself."

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"I couldn't agree more," the nun said. She tapped the ground, and a golden shockwave rippled across the forest. The ground beneath them began to crack like fragile glass, falling away in shards. The world around them dissolved into an endless darkness that stretched on forever. The only light came from swirling, ethereal geometric shapes that floated and shifted, constantly changing form with each movement they made.

They had entered the 'Subspace'.

"You know, I preferred your human form—it was quite handsome. I might have even given you a free blow job, but this..." the nun said, her tone flat, her eyes drifting away as if she couldn't be bothered.

The vampire leader had changed from a handsome man into a monstrous beast. His face had morphed into a bat-like snout, covered with fine, dark hairs. His hands were tipped with bone spurs, his legs were thick and clawed, and large wings stretched out from his back. Standing at eight feet tall, his imposing form was both intimidating and grotesque.

"Your true form is hideous. I can't understand why monsters like you have such sexy and horny-making human forms, yet your true forms are utterly repulsive. It makes me want to rip you apart and examine every part," the nun said with a wild look in her eyes. "And suck all your fluids!"

"Such a foul mouth you have. I don't understand how someone like you can be a nun. Have the standards of the Vatican fallen so low that they put a whore in their ranks?" the vampire leader said, as a black and crimson sword appeared from thin air in his hand, materializing with a smooth shimmer. He pointed it at her.

"Your weapon is big," the nun said, "but I've seen and handled weapons bigger... thicker," she ran her tongue over her lips, "...harder than yours."

The vampire leader, fed up, leaped at her with his sword ready to slash. However, as the blade neared her skin, he was suddenly thrown back.

"What the?!" the vampire leader exclaimed, stunned, as he struggled to his feet.

"Try again. Not everyone gets it right the first time they try to penetrate me," the nun said. "But I was expecting some role-play at least. I didn't realize you were this eager to drive your weapon deep into my fragile body at the first opportunity."

"S-shut up and die!" the vampire leader shouted, slashing at the nun repeatedly. Each time his sword touched her skin, he was forcefully pushed back.

"Dammit!" the vampire leader cursed, now exhausted and gasping for breath.

The nun sighed, shaking her head, her eyes reflecting a mix of weariness and exasperation. "Really, is that all you've got? I was right in thinking country bumpkins have little stamina. Tired after just 50 shots? At least make it to 69, or renounce your manhood; weak men who are unable to satisfy a woman don't deserve the right to have testicles or a penis."

"I will show you who is weak and who is not!" the vampire leader shouted as he opened his mouth and unleashed a massive crimson light beam made of pure mana. The beam roared forward, engulfing the nun in its fiery glow. "Eat this!"

"What a pitiful attempt," the nun said, unfazed by the attack, emerging completely unscathed as the beam faded away.

"What the hell are you?!" the vampire leader demanded. "You aren't just some low-ranking lapdog of the Vatican. That attack can easily blow up an entire large city if it weren't restricted in its range."

"Well, I am Luzcehi Luwezh. That should be enough for you," the nun replied.

The vampire leader's eyes widened at the mention of the name.

"I-it can't be!"

"No, now don't act like a virgin who's about to lose her virginity by force," the nun said, walking toward the vampire lord.

"S-stay away from me, you freak!"

The vampire lord immediately tried to run away by flying high in the subspace, but unfortunately for him, he was immediately pulled down by a golden chain that seemed to have popped out from the ground.

"I like putting monsters in chains," the nun said to the vampire leader, getting down to his level. "Especially young and naive ones. They believe themselves to be superior to humans, yet they are so fragile and broken when I'm done with them." She then stood up, and with a wave of her finger, the chains lifted the vampire leader, tightening their grasp and twisting. The vampire leader cried out in agony as his muscles slowly tore apart, blood dripping to the ground. The chains continued to twist until his body was completely torn apart, with his blood and guts falling like rain, some spattering onto her.

"So messy," the nun said, wiping blood and guts from her face. She looked at the dead body of the vampire leader and snapped her fingers, turning it into ashes. "I should have turned him into ash from the start; he was a complete turn-off." She folded her hands and looked up, praying with pain in her voice, "Tell me, God, why is there a lack of good and strong men for a woman like me? For what have I sinned?"

She then opened a portal and stepped out of the 'subspace' back into the forest, where she saw a white pigeon waiting for her. It was wearing a small robe made of golden fabric, adorned with a cross on the chest, and a tiny pope-like hat with a matching cross.

This was a special kind of pigeon called a "Hogieon," a secret breed blessed by God, used by the Vatican to send secret and important messages to all the agents of God. They were faster than normal pigeons and could only be seen by supernatural beings, people like her, or certain individuals born with extraordinary eyes.

"What are you doing here, Iklion?" the nun asked the Hogieon.

"Cleaning the pile of blood and guts you would have painted the forest with," the Hogieon said, pointing its feathery wing at the nun.

"Geez, just get to the point. We can discuss less important things later," the nun said.

"I have a message from the pope," the pigeon said.

"A message of what kind?"

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

"The pope has requested all the ten saints to gather at the Vatican as soon as they can."

"For what reason?" the nun asked, as the pope didn't call a meeting of the saints unless there was a threat to humanity itself or the holy order.

"One word: 'Satan.'"