"I don’t think this is a good idea," Pallorn said. "They are too valuable."

"Sis, only you can help Sister Lenmia," Iris said. "The Soul Fruits are all yours. Everyone had agreed on it."

After exchanging a few words with Lenmia, Iris called for everyone. Once they arrived, she showed the collection of items, handing the magical scrolls to Varda and Reta, then placed aside the colourful crystals as the fund for her sisters.

Once she ascertained Lenmia's condition, she immediately gave Pallorn two Soul Fruits, telling her to use them to boost her power and become a Transformation Phase Monster Girl. Everyone else also agreed on the decision.

Iris pressed the two Soul Fruits into Pallorn's hands and grabbed them, not letting go until they firmly held the Soul Fruits. Only after a lot of convincing did Pallorn finally accept the reality and hold onto the Soul Fruits.

"If you want to repay us," Iris said. "Become strong and heal Sister Lenmia. Become the light which shines with beauty that even real angels will envy."

"These Soul Fruits are for all of us."

"They’re for the family."

Pallorn's face melted into a tender red that bewitched Iris, who reached her hand out to touch the soft cheeks in front of her. Iris blinked and averted her eyes, pulling herself away from the black-winged angel, who smiled and caressed the Soul Fruits as if they were her most prized possession, given to her by her most beloved.

"I won't disappoint you all." Pallorn bent her head down and folded her wings to her side. Their extensive silhouette covered her shoulder and body, revealing only her solemn, elegant expression. "I'll become your guardian angel."

Lenmia chuckled and casually strolled out of the room, trying her hardest to maintain solemnity. She gestured for the other sisters to follow her, and as she left, she glanced at Iris and nodded. No words were needed to communicate their feeling and thought. Their eyes sparkled then disconnected; they quietly parted.

"The breakthrough process is delicate and perilous," Pallorn said. "Any Monster Girl who attempts it must find herself a shelter."

Pallorn lightly flapped her wings. The soft gale twirled in the air, pushing against the windows, shutting them. She walked around the room and touched the candle, lighting it with her fingers. The light illuminated the room in an orange glow, mimicking the solemn atmosphere of the cathedral.

"Iris, I want you to observe." Pallorn stroked Iris's head, feeling the silky, hair-like membrane breaking and sticking to her fingers. “My process will be of use to you."

"I won't waste this chance, Sis." Iris playfully stole Pallorn's kiss and retreated to a corner. "A good luck kiss."

"You've changed for the better. They told me of your past manner." Pallorn touched her lips and smiled. "I would like to them."

"Please focus on your task." Iris turned away. "Maybe tonight, maybe."

"That will be my reward. I'll savour it thoroughly."

"If you don’t stop, I’ll leave."

Pallorn chuckled then closed her eyes. She raised her hands, holding the Soul Fruits, then pulled them closer, rubbing them on her face. Their inviting, unholy scent diffused into her nose and coated her mind with a comforting heat that urged her lips to quiver and her tongue to move.

With her fingers, she pierced their jelly-like peel. The warm juice leaked out, soaking her flesh. She held them above her mouth, savouring the droplets of distilled Soul Energy.

The air of purity dissolved into a storm of sensuality, which enveloped the room and dimmed the atmosphere. Her snowy appearance shifted its shade to dark purple then black and then grey as her black wings fluttered, morphing into a pair of grim devilish wings. She blinked; the Corruption Power tainted her pupils black, and the halo above her head cracked, shattering into a small whirlpool of desire.

Her long tongue slithered out and wrapped around the Soul Fruits, dragging them into her wide-open mouth, whose redness betrayed her overflowing passion. Her burning breath escaped her throat as she devoured the fruits in one gulp, moaning from the sweet and the sour and the pain and the pleasure.

She stretched her wings until they touched the walls. The black flame manifested on her white light dress. It rapidly devoured her clothes and revealed her ever fairer skin, exposing her beauty to the world of which only Iris and she were a part.

Like a butterfly coming out of a cocoon, the black-grey skin gradually separated from her new body, crumbling into ashes. They dissolved into a strange, mind-numbing fragrance. Pallorn twitched and screamed and bent forward, arching her back up. Beneath her new, exalted skin, a pair of excellent black wings grew out, raining a swarm of blackness.

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They generated a gale, which blew her deep blue hair. They splashed her face like cold water; she slowly rose and folded her angelic and devilish wings, smiling. The Corruption Power coursed through her veins, which glowed in dark purple and dimmed as she looked at them.

Her pupils regained their white, but her irises fell deeper into the black abyss, gleaming only in the darkest blue. Above her, a majestic halo formed, flickering in unholy black and holy white. Her silhouette was fuzzy, an elegant angel in a moment, a lascivious devil in another.

"I've heard them," Pallorn said. "The whispers of the deities, of Lady Lilith."

She placed her hand on her chest. Inside her soul was a trace of the divinity she received from the Goddess of Redemption. It twisted turned her into a Fallen Angel.

"And yours, Iris." She turned to Iris, smiling. Her two pairs of black wings fluttered, flooding the room with a wave of feathers and darkness. "I can hear your soft, lovely whisper."

She strolled towards Iris. The black feathers merged into her dark dress, which rested on her shoulders, concealed her breasts, and flowed along her legs. Her grace flowed out from her every moment. The rhythm of her footstep echoed in a heavenly song, commanding Iris's heartbeat.

Enchanted by the demonic charm, Iris couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't blink, and couldn't think. The deep blue eyes engulfed her in a cold embrace that trapped the heat inside her body, burning it until she moaned and shuddered. She gladly stepped forward and reached for Pallorn, who smiled and opened her embrace.

"I'm glad you love me more," Pallorn said. "I also love you more, my Goddess."

She curled her wings and enclosed herself with Iris. Her arms held onto Iris and caressed her back, touching, rubbing the membrane that imitated the human. Her delicate dark blue fingertips teased the flesh-like slime, pulling, kneading, and pinching until Iris panted and struggled, but the embrace tightened and pulled her in.

"Sis, the others are outside," Iris said. "Sister Lenmia also needs help."

"I'm just claiming my reward." Pallorn leant forward. Her lips touched Iris's. She grazed her fleshy tongue on the slime mouth but pulled away at the last moment. "Or do you not want it?"

Iris softened her struggle and wrapped her hands around Pallorn's waist. She averted her gaze, but her eyes strayed back to the moist lips that hovered in front of her. The boiling puff of air hit her face, then seeped into her body and heated her inside. Her membrane melted pink as she carefully pulled Pallorn closer, tiptoeing to reach the mouth above her.

Her slime soaked the black dress and stuck to the pale, refined skin. Her lips pressed against Pallorn's and merged into one sweet vortex. Her long slippery tongue met the tender tongue and coiled around it, tensing, pulling, pushing, coating her tastebuds with sticky, sour, bitter slime.

Pallorn raised her hands and grasped Iris's head, tugging her closer. She forced Iris to look into her eyes, which gleamed like a diamond resting on a mountain under the moonlight. Absorbed by the divine beauty, Iris's pupils expanded; she relaxed her grips, letting Pallorn do everything everywhere. Her chest slowly pressed against Pallorn’s, feeling the throbbing heart that resonated with her core.

The vibration shook her body. Her inside churned, boiling in the desire unrestrained by her morals. Her tongue extended farther and caressed Pallorn's inner throat, moving deeper yet gentler. A smile crept onto her face as she slid her hands up and down Pallorn's back, grazing her waist, moving to her abdomen, teasing her breasts. The thin, wet dress couldn't separate them.

Pallorn's face turned red, and the elegance of her manner suddenly ceased. An unsatisfied smile emerged on her face as she pushed Iris away and looked down, watching the melting body reformed, teasing the breasts with her playful gaze, which moved down to the crevice between the lascivious thighs.

"My Goddess, please take me to your heaven." Pallorn held Iris's hand and pulled it to her pulsating, sweating chest. "Can you feel it? My faith, it's linking us together."

"If this feeling is not heaven, what is?" Iris leant forward. She pulled out her tongue, coated in hot slime, and brushed against Pallorn's face.

The blush on Pallorn's cheek tainted Iris's tongue pink as it moved down to the neck, where Iris nuzzled and kissed. Pallorn also gradually pulled her hands down, sliding into Iris's body and rubbing against her core. The two rapidly assimilated into one with half of their body merging, separating, then merging.

Iris dropped to her knees, her eyes gliding from Pallorn's blushing, smiling, yearning face down to the burning rift of desire between her slender legs. Her arms clung on Pallorn's back and teased it. Pallorn shivered and cried, tightening her hug on Iris until she too collapsed on the ground, her wings spreading wide.

They sat on the puddle of sweat and tears, mixed with the nectar of love and slime. The steamy air coated their vision and blinded their heart; their touch stung their nerves, sending electricity throughout their body. Their panting quickened as their gaze connected.

Pallorn grasped Iris's hand and pulled it between her legs. Her arm trembled, her muscles cramped. She held her breath as she guided Iris to slowly stroke her flesh and taint her angelic appearance with her demonic pleasure.

Iris averted her gaze, but the passion inside her soul compelled her to move in as her body melted into a puddle of deforming, reforming maiden, turning more tantalising with her melting body seeping into every part of Pallorn. Her arms and hands and fingers became smooth and bouncy, easily traversing across the burning inside and brushing against the untouched nerves.

Her body of water forced Pallorn on the ground and laid on top of her, her hands still moving. Pallorn cried and moaned in her cute, craving voice. It filled Iris with whispers that exploded her desire. She immediately pressed herself against Pallorn, seized her chin, violently kissed, and pulled Pallorn's hand down there.

Their love and devotion built up as the temperature of the room turned every puff of air boiling and misty. Iris fully coated Pallorn, teasing her feet, her legs, her thighs, her inside, her waist, her breasts, and her wings while Pallorn greedily, fiercely devoured the sweet slime, feeling it throbbing in her chest, in her heart, in her soul.

Their voice merged into one entity, whose existence solely depended on the pleasure of their other half. Their hands never stopped moving, their fingers always drifting. Their lips whispered words they needed, and their tongue supplied the nectar they desired. They were inside each other, body and mind, heart and soul.