ALL NOVEL Chapter 334
Side Story: The First Pope – 2
The pope, ‘Lepanteka Marikilere,’ from the era when the concept of a singular god existed, didn’t always have a preference for women from the start.
If she had, the Cathedral of Blessing wouldn’t be a sacred place serving a deity but rather a holy venue where hundreds of women tangled together, indulging in lust.
Before receiving power, Lepanteka was a deeply faithful pope who wholeheartedly worshipped Eclipse. The proof was that Eclipse had chosen Lepanteka as the human to stand against the Creature that Devours the World.
If she hadn’t been pious, she would never have been selected.
Lepanteka’s castle wall began to twist when she first saw Eclipse. When the god descended to earth, Lepanteka witnessed it.
A woman who was the very pinnacle of beauty, indescribable by any adjectives of this world. The scene of that beauty claiming that she had been chosen was etched into Lepanteka’s mind.
After radiant sunlight and divine moonlight were both gathered away, seeing the true form of the goddess, Lepanteka felt as if her head had shattered from the shock.
Tears flowed from her eyes, and she couldn’t stop her trembling body. With all her might, she tried to engrave every breath, gesture, and movement from the goddess’s presence into her memory.
And when she heard that the goddess had chosen her to become the hope to battle the world’s evil, her heart nearly burst from the astonishment. Not in a metaphorical sense, but truly.
Having been given a purpose in life, Lepanteka initially accepted power madly. Not wanting to disappoint the goddess, she believed that the collapse of her own body was trivial and inflated her faith.
However, the face of the goddess at her peak of beauty, and the goddess’s overtly lascivious body, began to gnaw away at Lepanteka’s mind gradually. The rate at which her faith swelled began to slow down.
She was aware that the more time she spent beside the goddess, the more thoughts she shouldn’t have started to well up.
‘I want her.’
It was pure desire.
The desire to possess the goddess, to make her her own.
At first, it was just a tingling sensation in her lower half, but as the days went on, the itchiness intensified, leading her to indulge in self-soothing fantasies about the goddess.
Eventually, unable to contain her desires, she had once pulled a woman into her bed. After descending to earth, grabbing anyone to make them a mindless companion for a night was quite easy.
Though they spent a sticky night together until the woman’s secret parts were torn and damaged, the itchiness was not resolved at all. In fact, it only intensified.
Any human being was utterly pathetic compared to the goddess’s beauty.
Men were scarcely even worth discussing. Women had been created emulating the appearance of the deity, but men were made ‘adequately’ and ‘roughly.’ To mix with such beings was simply out of the question.
Unable to find a place to release her growing desires, Lepanteka eventually attempted to pounce on the goddess as soon as she felt there was a chance. Her patience had hit its limit.
But ultimately, Lepanteka received the goddess’s wrath upon her entire being without ever laying a finger on that stunning body.
The overflowing faith turned into a grotesque abyss, and the body, fueled by uncontrollable power, transformed into a hideous monster, sealing itself within the underground of the Holy Kingdom through newly created faith and divine power.
‘Aah… Goddess… just once, no, a thousand times, that beautiful body…’
Yet, Lepanteka did not give up. At some point, the seal began to weaken. It was the consequence of Eclipse continuously losing to the Creature that Devours the World.
With the single desire to taste the goddess, Lepanteka endured through countless years. Though her intelligence diminished as she lived as a monster, her strength increased immensely, leading her to believe she might finally have a chance.
If things continued like this, she believed she could soon break through the seal, kill the pope, the seal’s medium, and destroy the world, subsequently claiming the goddess as her own.
‘What if…?’
However, someone killed Lepanteka. They had even come to the abyss where her powers could be fully unleashed, receiving assistance from the goddess herself.
Since it was incomprehensible, Lepanteka died in shock.
There were no memories afterward. She was dead. The only memory that lingered was that the goddess had resurrected her and that there was a man beside her.
‘How dare, how dare, how dare, how dare, how dare!’
At first, it was just an unpleasant feeling. Such a trivial matter couldn’t upset her compared to the joy of reuniting with the goddess.
However, after seeing the goddess devote herself completely to a man, her eyes began to turn completely mad. The reason she charged in without thought was exactly that.
‘Why?’
Of course, it didn’t last long.
As the skirmish continued, Lepanteka’s thoughts gradually changed. Barehanded fighting, weapon-based attacks, abyssal assaults, abyssal magic—all were useless against that man.
On the contrary, she found herself receiving advice like, “You should pick up the speed a bit there,” or, “You should have attacked from below to make it harder to dodge?”
Occasionally, he would utter evaluations like “Hmm…” as if making casual remarks.
As the humiliation stretched on for over an hour, memories buried deeply in shock resurfaced.
‘That guy.’
The man standing before her was indeed the very same person who had crushed Lepanteka with just a sword when he walked into her stronghold.
As the memories surged back, extreme fear welled up. The sense of despair she had felt then still vividly imprinted on her body.
Her movements began to slow down. The weapon in her hand started to slip, and the murderous intent that had filled her eyes was almost entirely gone.
The man regarded the visibly faltering first pope with a strange gaze.
The first pope’s movements noticeably lessened. Her aggression was nearly nonexistent, and while she might rush in, it would often be followed by hesitance, seeking the next opening.
This was quite troublesome.
“What’s wrong? Are you scared?”
“……”
Even after provoking him, he simply continued to distance himself, devoid of any of the fierce aura from earlier. In fact, the gap between them was increasingly widening.
‘Should I show him again?’
She gestured towards Eclipse. Eclipse, who had been kneeling quietly, watching the battle, ran over with a bright smile. If she had a tail, it would have been wagging back and forth.
Lepanteka playfully scratched her chin with her finger, petting her all over. Eclipse coiled her body, enjoying it before licking Lepanteka’s cheek multiple times.
Is she under the impression that she is a pet or something?
‘Wow, she’s not even bothered by this.’
With the goddess she adored being treated like a pet before her, there was not a hint of animosity. The murderous intent in her eyes had virtually scattered.
“If you don’t come at me, will you just keep watching like this?”
Then, she rubbed Eclipse’s belly, feeling its soft, yielding texture against her palm. Eclipse, appearing a bit shy, squirmed happily.
The shocking sight of the goddess hardly raised her previous intentions. Tsk, she clicked her tongue inwardly. At this rate, she wouldn’t be able to properly study the patterns.
“She’s scared of you. I think she has figured out who you are—the one who killed her in the abyss.”
Eclipse whispered softly. The atmosphere felt like it had shifted, suggesting that fear of Lepanteka—the one who had killed her in the abyss—outweighed the desire towards Eclipse.
While contemplating how to provoke another fight, Eclipse whimsically took Lepanteka’s hand, guiding it to tickle her underboob and armpits gently.
“How about using a slightly stronger method, dear? I have something planned.”
“A stronger method, you say?”
In hushed tones, Eclipse continued to explain. After hearing the entire explanation, Lepanteka stared at the goddess with an incredulous look.
“Isn’t that just the goddess’s desire and not a plan?”
Eclipse, rather than answering, wore an expression that seemed to have hearts floating in her eyes, sticking her rear out playfully. The hair that usually concealed her back fell away beneath her left armpit.
Her waist curved slightly inward and upward, and her uniquely revealing attire left nothing to the imagination, making her rear sway back and forth alluringly.
Noting how missing her usual covering hair rendered her outfit quite insane, Lepanteka took note of how her front had at least some rags while her back was practically naked.
Debating whether to truly go through with it, she raised her hand with the thought that it might just work somehow.
Slap!
“Gyaang!”
And then, she swung her hand down hard, striking the swaying rear. Eclipse emitted a sultry moan and quivered her body. The first pope’s eyes widened at the sight.
The slap, strong enough to leave a bright red mark on Eclipse’s rear, did not elicit the slightest hint of pain on Eclipse’s ecstatic face as she exhaled in bliss.
“……”
Still seemingly unsatisfied, Eclipse’s rear began swaying once again. Once she confirmed that the other was still immobile, she swung her arm again.
Honestly, she thought to let it unfold however it may.
Slap!
“Gyaaang!”
A cheerful sound echoed once again. Another sultry moan resounded.
This time, it was the opposite cheek. Both cheeks turned a bright red, and as Eclipse’s trembling body matched the first pope’s shudders, she too quivered—though for different reasons.
The pope’s face bore an expression of disbelief.
“Well, keep doing that. I’ll show you how far the goddess can be broken by the man she despises so much.”
She almost let slip the name. Managing to swallow it, she turned to Eclipse, who looked to be asking why. She seemed to be regretting it greatly.
Is it not something one should regret?
‘Surely, this world’s women’s tastes weren’t altered because of the goddess, right?’
It wasn’t too far-fetched. If the women of this world were modeled after the goddess’s appearance, so too could their sexual preferences be under her influence.
While it appeared outwardly diverse, upon peeling back the layers, the preference for submissive partners could logically trace back to Eclipse, who was practically the original.
Until now, she had been dismissive of that idea, but seeing this scene, a bizarre conviction began to dawn on her.
‘Ugh.’
Slap!
“Gah?!”
In absurd disbelief, she swung again. So this is what a goddess was like.
Eclipse, with her bright red rear, stuck her tongue out and drooled. The first pope still remained unmoving.
Isn’t she supposed to move?
With her thoughts, she transmitted her desires. The trembling Eclipse turned to her.
If I turned it up a bit more……
Just say that the goddess wants it.
The goddess responded not with words, but with a sultry smile. While contemplating how to deal with this deranged goddess, movement stirred from a distance.
The first pope approached slowly. Holding the wingless nightmare, Eclipse, whose face was half-melted, swayed her rear, retreated a few steps.
“Hey, you, man.”
However, something different from what she expected happened. Instead of attacking, the pope attempted to converse. Her voice was calm and steady.
“You’re the man who came to me in the abyss and killed me, right? If I recall correctly, I might not remember since I’m in human form now, but back then…”
Her body trembled, making her disproportionately large breasts sway along with it. It seemed Eclipse’s claims about instilling fear in her were indeed accurate.
“If you say so, then?”
“……I see. That’s right.”
The first pope mumbled to herself for a while before taking an action that significantly exceeded Lepanteka’s expectations.
“I realize now. I will never be able to defeat you. Please forgive my deviation.”
She knelt down, speaking formally.
“What are you doing?”
“I acknowledge you as the evil of the world that the goddess mentioned. You fought the goddess and made her your slave, didn’t you? Otherwise, the goddess wouldn’t act voluntarily like this.”
Purely her own will, it seemed.
Lepanteka glanced at Eclipse. Eclipse desperately avoided her gaze. It was a relief that it appeared a hint of shame remained.
Regardless of their interactions, the first pope continued her monologue.
“I, Lepanteka Marikilere, surrender to you, the evil of the world. Thus, like the goddess, make me your slave. You can do whatever you like with me. I will accept any treatment. And if you desire something more special…”
Lepanteka trailed off, casting her gaze toward Eclipse. The lust that had been suffocated by fear reignited fiercely in her eyes.
“…observing acts of intercourse between women would surely be an enjoyable pastime.”
It was clear that she had completely lost her mind. Lepanteka opened her mouth toward Eclipse, who was unable to even raise her head properly.
“Goddess.”
“…Yes, dear.”
“You really have no one guarding your reputation.”
At this point, even if the goddess had no special feelings, upon meeting the Creature that Devours the World, she would have likely switched sides immediately.