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The dim light of the single candle flickered across the stone walls of the ancient temple chamber as Sister Elara crept through the shadows. Her heart raced with anticipation, for tonight was the night of the Blood Moon Ceremony. The once-a-decade ritual where she would finally ascend to become a High Priestess upon the Altar of Shadows.

As she approached the inner sanctum, a chorus of feminine moans and grunts echoed through the halls. Elara smiled to herself - the acolytes were getting started without her it seemed. Parting the heavy velvet curtains, the young nun joined the other initiates gathered around the pentagram inscribed on the floor.

In the center knelt the High Priestess, her voluptuous form glistening with sweat and other fluids. She was naked except for a garter belt, fishnet stockings, and a golden circlet upon her shaved head. Seven burly men stood in a circle around her, their manhoods fully engorged.

"Welcome sister," the High Priestess purred. "We were just about to consecrate the altar." She licked her lips as the men surrounded Elara, leering down at her lithe body clad in a thin white robe. Rough hands groped at her breasts and mound. Elara bit her lip, stifling a moan. Tonight she would be defiled and reborn.

The ritual began as Elara was stripped of her robe. The High Priestess took the Initiate's face between her thighs. "Drink deeply of my ambrosia, and you shall be cleansed."

Elara obeyed, her green eyes glazing over as the High Priestess's dripping sex was pressed against her mouth. She lapped and sucked, tasting the salty tang of arousal. The Priestess threw her head back, hips gyrating against Elara's face.

Suddenly, a deep voice boomed through the chamber. "ENOUGH!" The men froze, Elara looked up in confusion. Striding in was a tall man in a black cloak, a silver smiling mask hid his face.

"Father?" the High Priestess stammered. "What are you doing here? This is sacred-"

"Silence!" The man snapped. He tore off his mask, revealing a face of hard angles and burning eyes. "I am Heiroth, the God himself, here to witness the profanation of my temple."

The Initiates and Priestess cowered before him in terror. "Please Father, have mercy," the High Priestess wept. "It is the Blood Moon Ceremony, we thought-"

"You DARE to blaspheme in my name?" Heiroth snarled. With a wave of his hand, the initiates and Priestess were lifted into the air, suspended by an unseen force. They screamed, eyes bulging. Elara remained kneeling, paralyzed with fear.

The God began circling Elara, black robes billowing. "You, little one. You have not yet been tainted by their sins. Tell me, what is your name and purpose here tonight?"

Elara swallowed hard. "I am Elara, my Lord. I came to be consecrated as a High Priestess."

Heiroth's eyes flashed dangerously. "And what is a High Priestess? A vessel for my power to smite the wicked and righteous alike. Not a common whore!"

He turned his attention to the floating Initiates. "You have shamed yourselves and my temple. You will pay for your-"

"Father, wait!" Elara blurted out. The God paused, looking at her expectantly. "Please, do not punish them. The sin is mine. I tempted them to this path, I alone should bear the punishment."

There was a beat, then Heiroth chuckled. "Well, well. The girl has spine at least. Very well, I shall grant your boon. But your penance will be severe."

With a wave, the others were dropped to the floor, where they lay groaning. Heiroth loomed over Elara. "You will be my vessel, little Elara. A mortal shell for my divine essence. But first, you must be prepared."

He spoke ancient words she could not understand. Elara's eyes rolled back as ecstasy and agony wracked her body. She could feel Heiroth's presence flooding her mind and spirit, burning away her old self to make way for him.

After what felt like an eternity, it was done. Elara looked up at her new God, a small smile playing on her lips. "I am ready, Father. What is your will?"

He stroked her hair almost tenderly. "We shall watch the wicked Initiates flagellate themselves in penance. Then, you shall enact my judgement upon the land. Starting with that village that has forgotten my name."

Rising, Elara took up a scourge and approached the broken High Priestess. She looked hesitantly at Heiroth, but he motioned for her to begin. The first lash cracked across the woman's heaving back. The Priestess howled.

And so Elara became the Wrath of the Blood God, a cruel angel dispensing vengeance and bloodshed. She rained fire and death upon the world, smiting thousands in Heiroth's name while he rode her body like a beast.

In the end, the Initiates' self-mortification was nothing compared to the abominations she would commit. Elara the girl was no more, only a hollow shell for a God's malice. And she knew, she would never be free of His cruel touch...