Inside the Hall of Verdict, Iris stood before the statue of the Lord, the wing-covered figure. Only the statue in the Faith Examination Chamber revealed the Lord's full appearance. The rest was covered in her signature feathery wings, which grew from her back, concealing her face, her breasts, and her crotch. No one knew why, but the rules had been there since the beginning of time.

Staring at the feathers statue, Iris felt like scaling it and plunking the feathers out one by one, revealing the playful, teasing smiles she remembered after her first death. With that grace and mischief, the Lord sent Iris to the world of the Monster Girl, Iris herself having no say in the matter. Though it turned out good, she remained sceptical of the Lord’s motive.

"Have I done it?" Iris said. "Are you satisfied? I can’t see your pawns at all."

Iris turned to a wooden pew beside her and slowly unbuttoned her outer veil, exposing her fair skin to the world. The dim light passing through the stained glasses window illuminated her flesh, giving her a sense of majesty mixed with sensuality. She placed the cloth on the backrest and slowly undid her accessory, taking off her rings, her bracers, her earrings, her hairpin, except for the necklace of purple Soul Gem.

She tossed them aside, shaking her head to puff her hair, flinging them in the air, messing their refined appearance. Despite wearing only flimsy lingerie, she felt more relaxed than before. As a Slime Girl, she did not need clothes, and as a Corrupted Race, she took pride in her curvaceous body, flaunting it as she pleased.

"Now, look at me," she said, staring at the feather-covered face of the Lord. "Look at your handiwork. The fruit of your labour must have tasted sweet."

Silence. Someone faithless like her wouldn't be able to call for the Lord. She could never reach the divine kingdom. Only the zealous believers could. The city where she lived was but one among the countless on the planet, the small planet among the countless in the galaxy.

If she couldn't call for the Lord, she had to let someone else do it. Iris smiled and held herself up, tiptoeing on her feet. She spread her arms out and let the soft breeze of the Hall flow by, caressing, stroking, brushing her body. Her body hair stood as the chill seeped into her blood. Her heart faintly pulsated, waiting.

There were two ways to summon the Lord. First, the most honest, sincere call of the faithful. Historically, the Lord had only descended on this planet during the construction of the Main Church as a part of colonization. Her presence brought life and transformed the surface of the planet into a lush biosphere.

"What do you in the insignificant me?" Iris said.

There were more Outsiders aside from Iris, and she could sense that they shared the same fate, sent to the strange world by their Creators. Something was amiss, but she couldn't grasp the answer.

As Iris was contemplating, the door behind her gradually parted. Knowing her last piece had come, she turned around and opened her embrace wide.

"Sister?" Herrifer said, confused. "Why are you naked?"

"Don't you see that I'm wearing my bra?"

Herrifer's eyes traced Iris's body and rested on her black laced bra. She turned away, blushing, sweating. The air suddenly felt hot and sticky, pulling her uniform to her itchy skin. Her heart quickened its pace as she fiddled her fingers, trying to come up with an excuse, an answer, anything.

"Someone else might see you," Herrifer said, glancing behind her, afraid of getting caught. She quickly closed the gate and locked it, relieved. "Alice, I have something to tell you."

"Come closer." Iris tilted her head and giggled. "Only you can see this."

Herrifer didn't dare to go closer. She gripped the hem of her dress and lowered her head, trembling. She wanted to lie, but her heart wouldn't allow her. She had to tell the truth, both her feeling and her faith. She had to.

"I'm sorry, Alice. I couldn't pass the test." She raised her head. Tears manifested under her eyelids. "You must help me."

"Why me?"

"I," Herrifer said, "I can't focus. You won't leave my mind."

“Only you can convince yourself."

"You did this." Herrifer clenched her fists. Her eyes reddened. Her body quivered as the heat in it rose. "Your plan worked perfectly."

She rapidly ran to Iris, her tears bursting from her eyes. Her heart throbbed as the distance between them lessened. Her chest tightened as she contemplated her words, her choice, her life, her emotions. The conflicting feeling forced her to act. She wished to reconsider, but she had a feeling that it must be now or never.

In front of Iris, Herrifer's legs gave in. She fell to her knees and raised her head to look at the fair, delicious, licentious figure in front of her. She bit her lips and reached forward, holding the soft hand, stroking it. It was irrational and shameful, but she wasn't in control. Iris was.

"Take responsibility," Herrifer said. The saliva inside her mouth tasted sweet. A warm, fuzzy feeling emerged inside her stomach, coursing through her veins.

"Tell me," Iris said. "What must I do?"

"Fix this. Make it feel right." Herrifer clasped Iris's hand. The strange chill in it seeped into her skin, cooling her frenzy. "Leave this place. We can run away. Start a new life together."

"Are you willing to abandon your old life, Heria? Can you part with their affection and hope? You can only choose one, me or them."

"I don't want to think right now. I just want you."

Iris pulled back her hand, smiling. Herrifer reluctantly let go and averted her eyes. She sank onto her legs, stared at the ground, and quietly sobbed. Even she wouldn't believe her words. How could they flee if the Church was determined to find them? They lacked any connection, money, and hope. There was no place in this world for them.

"You tell me to fix what is wrong, but I don't see any wrong," Iris whispered. "This is the way it should be.”

"But what should I do? Father won't like this. You'll get hurt." Herrifer's voice grew muffled. "I'm sorry I never helped you before. But I don't want you to suffer anymore."

"What if this is what the Lord intends?" Iris grasped Herrifer's arm and gently pulled her up, squeezing a little. "Will Father disobey the Lord?"

"The Lord? She approves our relationship?" Herrifer shivered. A sudden rush of relief washed over her skin, tucking her heartstring, and trickling her face. Her eyes sparked. "Is this Fate?"

"We will know soon," Iris said. Madness rapidly filled her gaze. " I'm going to ask her, and I need your help."

Not letting Herrifer any chance to ask, Iris pulled in Herrifer and kissed her. Her tongue nudged the dry lips, which gladly parted way. The sweet, flavourful saliva mixed as Iris commanded the rhythm, coiling her tongue around Herrifer's, who shuddered, tensed, and panted. Confused yet excited, Herrifer held onto Iris, gripping her soft back, taking in all the reward.

"Dear, think only of me, of my taste, of my love," Iris whispered. "Now, pray to the Lord, show her your desire, and indulge in this descend."

As Iris wished, Herrifer gradually let go of her shame. She only saw Iris in her eyes, only thought of Iris, and only felt Iris. Her hands touched and grazed Iris's back, moving down and down to her bottom. Her fingers slid into the laced lingerie but wouldn't approach the heated crevice. She timidly waited for Iris to tell her, afraid of disappointing her.

Seeing Herrifer's shyness, Iris leant forward and forced her to bend backwards. She placed her hand on Herrifer's breasts and slowly groped them, fiddling with the bouncy flesh and teasing the moans out of Herrifer. The lewd noise leaked from her mouth, coming out with the moist breath that Iris and Herrifer exchanged. Gently, Iris undressed Herrifer, who didn't mind at all.

"It is freezing," Iris said, giggling. She pushed Herrifer to the ground, lying on top of her. "Let make ourselves warm."

Feeling playful, Iris slid her body up and down on Herrifer, slowly loosening the hooks of her lingerie. Her delicate breasts stroked Herrifer's stomach and teased her boobs. She shifted her posture, her muscles cramped from pleasure, her voice melted from passion. Sweats and heat and chill mixed, overflowing out of her irises, whose shape resembled that of a heart.

"How was it?" Iris said. "Do you like the rewards?"

Twitching, Herrifer weakly nodded. She panted until her face turned crimson, but her thighs still ached. Throughout the fun, Iris had never reached down, and Herrifer was too timid to ask. Despite knowing it was sinful, she yearned for Iris to ravish her, to break her, and to reform her. She wanted to fall and couldn't wait to fall, as long as Iris made her fall.

"Alice, I want you to love me dearly," she faintly murmured. "Down here, too. I need your love down here too."

"I will make your first the best of all." Iris placed her hand on Herrifer's stomach and glided down. "Close your eyes. Listen to me. Feel my touch. Now pray."

Enchanted by Iris, Herrifer did as she said. Softly, sensually, she chanted the holy verses, which got interrupted occasionally by her uncontrollable moans. She panted faster and faster as the darkness excited her throbbing heart. Her lungs burnt in ecstasy as her mind only thought about Iris, who grew wings and halo and shone in the corrupted majesty.

Iris inserted her fingers into the fleshy cliff, feeling the warmth and the sticky fluid. She arched down and licked Herrifer, tracing her stomach, tasting her sweats and her moisture. Herrifer twitched, quivered, trembled. Her chants distorted into cries of pleasure that echoed endlessly inside the Hall of Verdict, in front of the statue of the Lord, completely exposed.

"The time is now," Iris sang and pulled the purple Soul Gem from her necklace, clenching it. "Lord, witness our resolve."

Iris forcefully swallowed the Soul Gem, enduring the pain and then sealed her lips against Herrifer's, violently pushing her tongue against Herrifer's, intensifying her excitement and shame and pleasure. The Soul Gem cracked, and from it leaked the Corruption Power, which coursed through Iris's body and flooded her mouth. It rapidly flowed into Herrifer, dissolving her guilt into passion.

Behind Iris, the phantom of Vilia manifested. She stooped down and hugged Iris, who closed her eyes and wept in both sorrow and ardour. At that moment, Iris and Vilia reunited, and they would forever remain together, never to part way.