Wheatley

Isekai Hell - [Ryken] - HIdden Forbidden Sealed Depths

REVERENT PRIESTESS OF THE ORDER OF THE FIVE DIVINE ORDEALS,
SERVANT OF THE HOLY GOD SHEEGIGRO

NYANA ZULGRIM

If you could please imagine, Zulgrim radiated happiness. An exotic kind.

The high priestess had an infinite sour wealth to her. Created from divine exposure. A mindset so painfully indestructible that she’d rather have someone spit on her than show her pity. With her peppery smile always showing it might’ve been a sign of some sort of malfunction, nobody was ever this comfortable.

A gleeful yet predatory tone came out of the young fae. Looking up and down at the flesh she was speaking to. The creatures name was Sister Valeria. Bowing respectfully towards the meat that she stood upon. “Before we converse, I say that I admire what you are. The memories you hold, the form that shapes you so very tightly. You are beautiful!” She preached with confidence, almost losing control and ranting into prayer.

The pitter patter that surrounded the priestess were equally delighted. They showed no signs of worry. Not even a little bit of fear in the situation, just purity. A mixture of [First Order x5] footsoldiers and [Siren Sisters x5] robed uniformly in pure white. Their smirks never let up either, a passionate influence behind their fabricated eyes as they spoke. One by one they connected their minds. [Telepathy E] “ I understand that you wish for the seals to maintain.” A siren sister stated outloud.

Nyana stayed silent, allowing her hive to speak her intentions. Then another siren spoke out, their tone never changing from delightful. “But do you have a back up plan when these monsters manage to breakthrough into the city?” At first glance they all seemed completely normal, however they were too perfect. Unmatched beauty was one thing but when not a single mark on their skin is seen on baby smooth bodies? One would think that they were too heavenly, like a divine whisper that painted reality.

A gift that could only be attained from their Holy God Sheegigro. The small army did everything but prepare for battle. They browsed and wandered about uninterestedly. They were either highly competent or simply did not care this plan of Sister Valeria. Some of the footsoldiers were already staring upstairs from where they came from to take the fight into the streets, wondering how many innocent humans were enjoying their day at the docks? How quickly would the color of the roads outside would change with mass bloodshed? How happy would it be?