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“You whore! Ha ha ha ha – and you call yourself a servant of god….what god might that be I wonder? What god would tolerate such ridicule of his servants?”

The nun was trembling in fear, propped on one elbow while lying on her back on the cold cement floor of the orphanage’s basement, her legs kicking helplessly at the atrocity standing above her..

Syrah stood near 7 feet tall; her long legs planted firmly on each side of the nun were unmistakably reminiscent of a daughter of Lillith, her plump ass bulging out supporting a tail like most of the Offspring of Chaos was as seductive as it was intimidating. Her flat stomach leading up to a pair of breasts made for hunting the malekind was covered in scales so soft and fine they could barely be seen by the naked eye but under the light of the sun, her skin would appear to change color with every move. One hand was on her hip while the other was pointing at the woman, clawed fingers seemingly holding on to something only she could see.. Her bare shoulders seamlessly attached to her long neck would have been any Vampires dream snack but here she was the predator and not much was above her on the food chain – The long line of her jaw framing her perfect mouth would haunt any man’s dreams and fantasies and should one ever steal a kiss, this man’s sanity would find itself in serious jeopardy…few have ever survived it for more than a few days.. Her black hair was constantly being tossled slightly by some eerie invisible wind that affected only her. Her eyes were that of sin and death. To anyone who would behold her, she would be a final temptation.

Syrah kneeled down on one knee and held the nun’s legs apart. She stared the nun in the eyes, attempting to calm her mind but the bitch wouldn’t stop reciting psalms and passages from the bible, and prayers and dropping holy names…and Syrah was becoming very irritated.

With one swift gesture of her hand she ripped the nun’s clothings to shred from the waist down. The nun went still, her mouth apparently frozen in a silent scream, not understanding what was happening..

  “I can’t say I have ever appeared to a nun before. I must be estranged to your kind. I like men better, they are easier prey and more fun to seduce but when I smelled you I couldn’t resist…hmmm..”

Syrah put a finger at the nun’s throat and slid it down lazily the front of her body, ripping cloth effortlessly while doing so, exposing her flesh as she went.. she pressed a little harder when she reached her abdomen and a hint of blood pooled where her claw had touched..

  “You’ve been a very bad nun..” She said with a smirk. She brought her finger to her lips, the tip of her claw tainted with blood, and she watched it slowly drip down the length of her finger, follow the curve of her hand and circle around her wrist. With one long lick of her tongue she tasted the blood and cleaned off her hand.

  “Hmmm yes. You taste like…mmmh…  four months pregnant. That’s a good age for a snack!”

The nun’s eyes opened wide, very confused by this whole situation but something was telling her to be afraid.. to be very afraid!

Syrah put one hand on the nun’s belly, pressing gently on it until she could feel her insides and shoved her other hand savagely into the nun’s womb, tearing her vagina to shred, forcing her hand up the woman’s belly from the inside until she reached the unborn fetus. She grabbed it firmly, taking care of not damaging it in the process and pulled it out to the open air in one fluid motion. The nun cried out but shock took most of her ability to react properly away. She was staring at the scene of which she was the centre piece, not really believing what she was seeing.

Syrah held up the fetus so that the nun could see. She stared at it, eyes moving back and forth between her unborn child and the Demoness who was holding it, panting heavily and probably no more than a few minutes away from completely losing consciousness. Syrah looked at her, smiled, showing a row of teeth too pointy for any humans and holding the fetus by its head, she bit off its lower half. Syrah closed her eyes as if she was really enjoying the taste of this favorite delicacy of hers, wiping some thick gooey liquid running off the corner of her mouth, struggling not to waste any of it while its mother watched in agony, barely conscious from the loss of blood..

By the time Syrah was done savoring her snack, the nun had bled herself to death through her torn cunt. Syrah stood up, looked at the dead woman lying at her feet and felt a pair of of eyes burning a stare at the back of her neck… she turned around and saw a child looking at her from the shadow of the staircase..

Syrah looked at her, held her with her gaze and caught her scent. She reeked of hormones and of fear. She was a coward, a submissive… probably no more than 12 years old…and she was with child! The smell of the old priest was still lingering on her body…

Syrah smirked and walked toward the child…

  “Oh how I love this religion! Here kiddo – I’m hungry!”