Chapter 604: The New Blood Church

Chapter 604: Chapter 604: The New Blood Church

By the time Nora was done with her, Nana was a mess.

Lying on the floor, her body was covered in sweat, her ass was still red and sore, and her cunt was still twitching from the intense orgasm her mother had forced out of her.

The carpet beneath her was soaked with her own juices and piss, some even still dripping from her puffy, swollen cunt lips.

She was a complete and utter wreck. A beautiful, broken mess. ℯℯ𝑙.

"Get up." Nora’s voice cut through the haze of pleasure and pain that clouded Nana’s mind.

She looked up and saw her mother standing over her, her arms crossed, a stern expression on her face. The ’special’ paddle had somehow found its way into her hands again.

Nana’s heart skipped a beat. She thought it was over. Was she going to be punished again?

"I said get up," Nora repeated, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Y-Yes, mother..." she stammered.

She tried to get up, but her body was too weak. Her legs were shaking, and she couldn’t find the strength to stand.

"I... I can’t..."

Nora sighed, and then signaled to Anna and Shaelyra.

"Help her to the bathroom."

The two of them rushed to her side, each taking one of her arms and helping her to her feet.

Nana’s legs were wobbly, and she had to lean on them for support. She felt like a newborn foal, learning to walk for the first time.

They half-carried, half-dragged her to the private bathroom connected to the office.

...

Thirty minutes later.

Nana walked out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed and clean.

’Ahh~... I really needed that,’ she thought to herself.

Her mother’s discipline was harsh, but it was also cathartic. It allowed her to let go of all the stress and tension she had been bottling up inside. It was a release, both physical and emotional.

Especially after spending a month with a blonde stalker.

She was now back in her Lady Raven character, wearing a new black dress. The previous one was, unfortunately, beyond repair.

’Good thing I bought a few spare ones.’

"Feeling better?" Nora asked, a small smile on her face. All traces of her previous anger were gone, replaced by a motherly warmth.

"Much better, mother," Nana replied, her own smile genuine. "Thank you."

"Don’t mention it," Nora said, then she walked over to her desk and sat down. "Now, let’s get back to business. You came here for a reason, didn’t you?"

Nana’s smile faded, her expression turning serious.

"Yes," she said, taking a seat opposite her mother. "I’m worried about Jane."

Nora raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued.

"Jane? The blonde stalker?"

"Yes, her," Nana confirmed. "She’s been acting... strange. She stopped stalking me. She’s been too normal. It’s suspicious."

"Hmm..." Nora leaned back in her chair, her fingers steepled under her chin. "I see your point. A sudden change in behavior is indeed a red flag. What do you think she’s up to?"

"I don’t know," Nana admitted, frustration clear in her voice. "That’s the problem. I can’t figure her out."

"Didn’t you try to talk to her?" Nora asked.

"No, I haven’t," Nana said. "And if I talked to her, that would be like me admitting that I knew Morgana and I was suspicious of her."

Nora nodded, her expression thoughtful.

"Okay... I see your point. So, what’s your plan?"

"Nothing, just act as if I don’t know anything," Nana said. "But I want you and Shae to keep a close eye on her. I want to know what she’s doing, who she’s talking to, and where she goes. No detail is too small."

"Understood." Nora nodded. "I’ll have Shae put her on a 24/7 watch. We’ll get to the bottom of this."

Nana then shifted the topic to another important subject.

"How’s the new church going?" she asked. "Is everything ready, Mother?"

Nora’s face lit up with pride.

"It’s progressing beautifully," she said. "The main hall is almost complete, the Blood Altar is in place, and the statues of Morgana are being carved as we speak."

After so long, Nana finally managed to lay the foundation of the new church of Morgana.

Or the Blood Queen, as her followers will come to know her.

Since Morgana became a goddess and has the divine blood aspect, Nana suggested that she build a new church and have Morgana take up the identity of the most famous figure in the world.

The Blood Queen.

Doing this, Morgana will be able to establish an anchor point to locate Earth from her own world, Elytheum.

What no one knew was that the Blood Queen was Morgana herself. It’s just that the world forgot her existence.

The culprit? The one responsible for Morgana’s existence being wiped out from the face of the world?

Her own daughter.

The Primordial Goddess of Night and Darkness, Nyx.

It was her very first mission given to her by the Grand Judge, and frankly, Nyx at that time didn’t even know that Morgana was her mother, created from her own DNA. And since Morgana was a vampire at that time, a creature of the night, capable of passing memories and knowledge through blood to her kin.

When Nyx erased the Blood Queen from the annals of history, she also erased the memories that were stored in her bloodline.

Memories Nyx never realized she carried.

Only afterward did Nyx understand the magnitude of her mistake.

Her first target, the first existence she had personally "erased," had been her own mother.

Fortunately, Nyx had not been efficient back then. She hadn’t completely wiped Morgana away. A single spark, a tiny fragment of her existence, remained.

That was why people still knew the title "Blood Queen," even if they no longer remembered the woman behind it.

That was why Morgana’s Earth-born children and family had never fully forgotten her, while the rest of the world had.

"The first public sermon is scheduled for next month," Nora said. "We’re keeping it small. Only the inner circle and a few carefully chosen initiates. Once the blood rites begin and the first true believers take the mark, we’ll start to expand."

Nana nodded, her expression serious.

"Good. The timing is crucial. Morgana is away on... business," she said, choosing her words carefully. "If we manage to gather enough ’Faith,’ we’ll be able to contact her and eventually open a portal for Morgana to pass through. So, we need to be careful."

"Rest assured, my daughter. Everything is being handled with the utmost discretion," Nora reassured her. "No one knows the purpose of the church, and those responsible for the construction are all slaves, bound by magical contracts. The secret is safe."

"Perfect," Nana said, a rare, genuine smile gracing her lips. "I knew I could count on you, Mother. Keep up the good work. The rewards will be... bountiful."

Nora’s eyes lit up at the mention of rewards. She was a woman of simple pleasures, and Nana knew exactly how to motivate her.

"I’m looking forward to it."

...

While Nana and Nora were discussing their plans for the new church.

Back at the guild’s main lobby.

"Jane, can I talk to you for a second?"

Sarah, the blue-haired leader of the party, called out to Jane as the rest of their team was heading towards their quarters.

"Sure, what’s up?" Jane asked, her cheerful expression never faltering.

"In private," Sarah said, her tone serious.

Jane raised an eyebrow but followed as Sarah led her to a quiet corner of the lobby, away from prying eyes and ears.

"Okay, we’re alone. What’s this about?" Jane asked, her curiosity piqued.

"It’s about you," Sarah said, her voice low and direct. "You’ve been acting different lately."

"Different? How?" Jane played innocent.

"Don’t play dumb, Jane. You know what I’m talking about," Sarah pressed, her eyes narrowed. "The stalking. The obsession with Nana. It just... stopped. Suddenly. One day you were practically drooling over her, the next you were just another teammate. That’s not normal."

Jane’s smile tightened for a fraction of a second, a flicker of something cold and calculating in her eyes before it was gone.

"Maybe I just got over my little crush, Sarah," she said with a light shrug. "People move on, you know."

Sarah wasn’t buying it. She crossed her arms, her stance unyielding.

"I don’t believe it. And I’m not the only one who’s noticed. Ella’s been asking questions." She let that hang in the air. Ella was Nana’s best friend. Her protectiveness was legendary.

The subtle threat worked. Jane’s smile finally faltered.

"Look, Sarah, can we just drop it? It’s personal," she said, her voice losing some of its cheerfulness.

"Personal?" Sarah stepped closer, her presence imposing despite her slender frame. "When it affects the team, when it affects one of my members, it becomes my business."

"..."

Jane narrowed her eyes but didn’t say anything.

"Look, Jane, I don’t care if you love Nana or want to fuck her," Sarah said, her tone flat. "But I will not allow any disturbance that could harm our team’s cohesion. Any small mistake can lead to our death in a dungeon."

She then looked Jane straight in the eye.

"So keep personal things ’personal,’ understood?"

"...Yes," Jane said, then she turned to leave, but Sarah grabbed her arm.

"One more thing."

"What?"

"I’m the leader of this team. Whatever happens is my responsibility, and I take that very seriously."

"Understood," Jane replied, then she pulled her arm away and walked away.

Sarah watched her go, a troubled expression on her face. Jane was hiding something. And she had a feeling it was something big.

But for now, she had to trust her.

With a sigh, Sarah turned and headed towards her own room.

"What a troublesome day."