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One little girl would be inspired by the stories of old, and dream of taking on the dangerous duties of the Paladins. Unfortunately, joining their ranks would be commonly impossible for women, as they were stationed as sisters for the church, or maidens for nobles and the royal family. She wasn’t discouraged however, confining herself to solemn studying. As she grew, she would often visit the church and make a bond with the priest and sisters. Making her face and presence known amongst the townspeople.

Years went by so quickly- as the little girl was now 17 years of age, and now has a chance to become one of the Paladin’s Apprentice. Her mother had passed away and she was now in the care of the church. Of course, having loyalty to them for years had made her a staple figure in religious circles, even reaching the mighty warriors’ ears. She had been training for so long, to growing a noteworthy physique that stands out even amongst men. One night, during her sleeps, she saw a vision of a glowing figure approaching her, and supporting her cause to become a Paladin. It held her arm, leaving a mark which would become essential in the morning. She thought she had a vision from the almighty, and immediately rushed to the priest the next day. Initially reluctant to believe, the priest was then shocked by the mark on her arm- as it wasn’t possible that she could have received it any other time. She slept alone in the room, and was seen with everyone at the dinner table prior. No signs of anyone exiting at night either. At last, she was finally kept as an apprentice by one of the Paladins, and has now begun training.

Under the tutelage of a battle-hardened Warrior, she took up a mighty great sword and pledged to an oath, swearing to protect her allies, the church, and most importantly, the people. With a brand-new, shining piece of metal resting at her back, she was confident she could defeat anything in the world. After a few years of being stationed as the patrol for within the city, catching thieves, stopping market quarrels, she grew tired. This is not what she signed up for. Thankfully, at the age of 22, she was tasked with protecting a sect going on a pilgrimage to the far east. She picked up the Sword at the corner of her room, and walked proudly with the preachers towards the land unknown.

Along the way, she met many faces and came across many landmarks that struck her with awe. Of course, that came with constant thugs that aim to rob them of their supplies. It was easy for the clad-iron lady, swinging her blessed steel at her opponents with no fears. However, on the fourth day, tragedy struck as Demons had cornered the entourage from every angle, appearing out of nowhere. The Paladin fought back as hard as she could- but to no avail, she was powerless against the ambush. The missionaries had successfully escaped; however, their goods were destroyed, and their protector was left behind whilst fighting. She was bruised, her clothes damaged, her skin exposed. With all her sacred arts, she did not manage to deal a whole lot of damage. Being the centre of attention against a vast number of demons- She was standing out as a warrior of light, soon to submit to the hollow darkness, as one began to cast a spell, locking their hands together and forcing her to drop the sword. Its hair began to twirl around her legs, her waist, her chest. The fiddling was slightly ticklish to her bare skin. Soon, her eyes met with her captor’s, as she felt her mind slipping, her sights blurring. She felt sleepy, and felt her will to fight was reduced to nothingness, as her eyes spiralled into colours mimicking the demon’s. She was defeated. She was captured. She was placed under a spell that seemed impossible to break. She was.. Hypnotized. The demons were taming her, turning her into one of their Thralls. Her purity faded as her soul escaped the rims of her navel, taken away from her. It began to feel enjoyable. She was submitting to the trance. More and more with every passing second of her life finding home in a Demon’s belly. With the last bit of her soul gone, she became a puppet to the demons. Finally, they had a weapon to use against those of the church. One of theirs, now under complete control by their enemy. It was a sight to behold as the Paladin marched alongside what she used to view as enemies, now masters she unquestioningly obeys.

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Just a little commission work followed by a short story. Thank you to the commissioner for letting me work on this! ^^

My commissions are still open; message me privately at discord Bucket#3114.

Description
One little girl would be inspired by the stories of old, and dream of taking on the dangerous duties of the Paladins. Unfortunately, joining their ranks would be commonly impossible for women, as they were stationed as sisters for the church, or maidens for nobles and the royal family. She wasn’t discouraged however, confining herself to solemn studying. As she grew, she would often visit the church and make a bond with the priest and sisters. Making her face and presence known amongst the townspeople.

Years went by so quickly- as the little girl was now 17 years of age, and now has a chance to become one of the Paladin’s Apprentice. Her mother had passed away and she was now in the care of the church. Of course, having loyalty to them for years had made her a staple figure in religious circles, even reaching the mighty warriors’ ears. She had been training for so long, to growing a noteworthy physique that stands out even amongst men. One night, during her sleeps, she saw a vision of a glowing figure approaching her, and supporting her cause to become a Paladin. It held her arm, leaving a mark which would become essential in the morning. She thought she had a vision from the almighty, and immediately rushed to the priest the next day. Initially reluctant to believe, the priest was then shocked by the mark on her arm- as it wasn’t possible that she could have received it any other time. She slept alone in the room, and was seen with everyone at the dinner table prior. No signs of anyone exiting at night either. At last, she was finally kept as an apprentice by one of the Paladins, and has now begun training.

Under the tutelage of a battle-hardened Warrior, she took up a mighty great sword and pledged to an oath, swearing to protect her allies, the church, and most importantly, the people. With a brand-new, shining piece of metal resting at her back, she was confident she could defeat anything in the world. After a few years of being stationed as the patrol for within the city, catching thieves, stopping market quarrels, she grew tired. This is not what she signed up for. Thankfully, at the age of 22, she was tasked with protecting a sect going on a pilgrimage to the far east. She picked up the Sword at the corner of her room, and walked proudly with the preachers towards the land unknown.

Along the way, she met many faces and came across many landmarks that struck her with awe. Of course, that came with constant thugs that aim to rob them of their supplies. It was easy for the clad-iron lady, swinging her blessed steel at her opponents with no fears. However, on the fourth day, tragedy struck as Demons had cornered the entourage from every angle, appearing out of nowhere. The Paladin fought back as hard as she could- but to no avail, she was powerless against the ambush. The missionaries had successfully escaped; however, their goods were destroyed, and their protector was left behind whilst fighting. She was bruised, her clothes damaged, her skin exposed. With all her sacred arts, she did not manage to deal a whole lot of damage. Being the centre of attention against a vast number of demons- She was standing out as a warrior of light, soon to submit to the hollow darkness, as one began to cast a spell, locking their hands together and forcing her to drop the sword. Its hair began to twirl around her legs, her waist, her chest. The fiddling was slightly ticklish to her bare skin. Soon, her eyes met with her captor’s, as she felt her mind slipping, her sights blurring. She felt sleepy, and felt her will to fight was reduced to nothingness, as her eyes spiralled into colours mimicking the demon’s. She was defeated. She was captured. She was placed under a spell that seemed impossible to break. She was.. Hypnotized. The demons were taming her, turning her into one of their Thralls. Her purity faded as her soul escaped the rims of her navel, taken away from her. It began to feel enjoyable. She was submitting to the trance. More and more with every passing second of her life finding home in a Demon’s belly. With the last bit of her soul gone, she became a puppet to the demons. Finally, they had a weapon to use against those of the church. One of theirs, now under complete control by their enemy. It was a sight to behold as the Paladin marched alongside what she used to view as enemies, now masters she unquestioningly obeys.

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Just a little commission work followed by a short story. Thank you to the commissioner for letting me work on this! ^^

My commissions are still open; message me privately at discord Bucket#3114.