Somewhere back in the city of Lunareth. A massive temple stood in the middle of the city. Its tall white spire always glowing softly with the moonlight, even during the day.

  Made of smooth marble and silver stone, the temple seemed to shimmer like starlight, peaceful and otherworldly.

  It was the Moonspire of Luna. A temple that worshipped the Goddess of the Moon, Luna.

  The Veilborne Empire was an empire that worshipped Luna as their God. Since the goddess of the moon was the one who granted magic to the empire's founding ancestors. Temples to worship her were spread out across the empire in every major city.

  So, naturally the city of Lunareth would also have one since the city itself was named after Luna.

  Inside the temple, in the still heart of the Moonspire. The Saintess knelt before an alter with goddess Luna's statue as she prayed.

  A soft wind stirred, though the air had been still. The floating nterns in the alter dimmed as a column of moonlight descended from the statue, touching her like a whisper. Her breath caught, and her eyes filled with silver light as she fell into a trance state.

  Then a voice came, not spoken aloud, but pnted deep in her mind.

  "She bleeds beneath the stars. The dark has touched her, but it has not cimed her."

  The Saintess gasped as fshes tore through her mind: a child with bck hair and bck eyes, her body broken and burned by the darkness, surrounded by the aftermath of a godly spell. Bck fire, the "Dark Nova" erupting from her in a storm of pain and brilliance. And then, silence, survival, a feint flicker of silver moonlight still clinging to her heart.

  Desperately trying to keep her alive.

  "She is mine, though taken from another world. The darkness has marked her. But I will cim her." The voice came again.

  The visions shifted through rising moons, falling empires, the child standing between them, embodying both destruction and salvation. The one chosen by Goddess Luna herself.

  The Saintess colpsed, tears falling from her eyes. The child who was prepared to take on the wrath of this world, in order to offer it salvation.

  A moment ter, she slowly rose, her voice whispering in awe as she repeated the st message she heard from the vision.

  "Go to her. The Moon's chosen one."

  Saintess Eria Miren, the Moon hand of Luna stood in front of the statue, as she pondered her next move.

  She was a calm, timeless beauty. Her skin pale with a soft silver undertone, like moonlight on still water. Her eyes a pale colour of vender, almost translucent and her long, ash-blonde hair threaded with faint strands of silver that shimmered under the temple light.

  Unlike other Saints, she always thought things through before making a decision instead of blindly following her God's visions or prophecies. This was why Luna liked her better than the other Saints.

  "A child who's willing to face the wrath of the world in order to offer us salvation..." Eria muttered to herself as she fell into deep thought.

  'Should I inform the church or act on my own? No, judging from the vision. The church might not see her as a saviour, but as an enemy. She's too weak right now, so revealing her identity might get her killed. I have to keep this prophecy a secret from all the priests in the temple...

  She's in critical condition right now and I have to go to her. But the church won't allow it. Hmm... Should I inform the High Priestess? She's the only person I can trust in the temple and she's the only one who can find a way for me to sneak out.'

  Eria thought as she weighed her options.

  'I have no choice. Time is of the essence, so I'll have to try my chances with the High Priestess.' Saintess Eria came to a conclusion in her mind as she turned back and walked off the alter, going to meet the high Priestess.

  At the same time, Luna watched the Saintess in her domain, her face showing concern and worry as she muttered to herself:

  " I can't directly interfere with the mortal realm, especially when it involves an ancient God race. So, you're the only person who can save her right now... Please hurry."

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  Somepce else within the city of Lunareth, in a mansion built at the outskirts of the city. The Velmoran estate, a sprawling mansion of silver stone and dark crystal stood there. Its high walls ced with flowering moon vine, carefully trimmed by the silent, expressionless servants.

  The mansion itself was vast, but the servants moved like lifeless dolls.

  In a bedroom inside the mansion, "Talia," previously known as Torak y on a big, wide bed, his hands and feet chained on the edges of the bed.

  He woke up in the empty room, wondering what was happening. Looking around the room he was stunned to find himself surrounded by fancy and luxurious furniture. Some even lined with gold, clearly way more valuable than anything he had ever owned in his life.

  'Huh? Where is this pce? Last thing I remember is that little bitch castrating me...' Torak thought to himself as he paused. Feeling something was wrong.

  He felt the long, lush hair on his head. As he raised his head to look up, his previous big, plump and fat arms were now thin and small like a woman's. With his hands also smaller and tender as the chains barely held his wrists.

  Torak was shocked and immediately tried to wiggle out of the chains, ignoring the strange sight of his new arms and hands.

  However, as he tried to wiggle out of the chains, he felt something wiggle on his chest as well. Which caused him to look down on his chest.

  Upon seeing the two "mountains" on his chest. Torak was shocked frozen. His gaze slowly shifting further down on his new body, noticing curves that were full and generous-an ample bosom that drew the eye, banced by wide hips and a soft, rounded behind.

  The once feared, vile, and cruel chief Torak was no more. Now he-no, she y stripped of all of that. Chained like a beast waiting to be devoured. As a man, Torak had also chained some of his victims on his bed before he vioted them, so he was familiar with the current situation.

  After confirming that he was no longer a man, panic set in his heart and he tried to break free from the chains as he screamed and called for help.

  "M-Mm…" His lips formed a sound, but nothing came. Just air. Just silence.

  "Ah—!" Again, he tried, forced his throat to move, to push the scream out. Nothing. A wheeze, barely audible. However, the little sounds coming out of his mouth betrayed the deep voice he had when he was still a man. No longer deep, but now soft like the woman he's become.

  Torak—no, "Talia" realized her vocal cords had been cut off as she felt pain in her throat while trying to speak. Left with no choice, she desperately struggled to break free.

  (Author's note: I decided to call Torak, "Talia" from now on since he's been turned into a woman and re-named by MC coz it's kinda confusing to keep switching between the names and pronouns)

  'No! I have to escape here as soon as possible!' She thought.

  Although Torak was now in the body of a woman, the pride of a man hadn't yet disappeared in his heart.

  "Oh? It seems that Drellis was right, you are quite the feisty one despite not being able to speak." A voice deep rusty suddenly came from the door as it was pushed open. Torvaal stepping into the room.

  'Brother! Hurry and save me!' Talia said to herself in her head as a happy smile appeared on her face, thinking Torvaal had come to save her.

  But as Torvaal walked over to her, she noticed he was followed in by a maid who was carrying a tray full of... "Adult toys."

  Torvaal spoke as he walked over, a smile appearing on his face.

  "They told me your vocal cords were severed. Didn’t think you’d be so stubborn. Talia, was it? My brother really did well this time, sending me such a gift."

  Talia froze.

  Not from fear, not at first, but from rage. It fred up instinctively, hot in her chest as it choked her.

  Because it was HIM. The one person who should have recognized her. The one who used to protect her, raised her, and fed her as Torak.

  Her brother.

  Talia's mouth opened in a silent scream. "It’s me," she tried to say. "You don’t even know it’s me—"

  Nothing. Just the twitch of her lips, the widening of her eyes, the suffocating soundlessness as she barely made vocal sounds, filing and kicking in frustration.

  Torvaal watched her for a moment longer, then stood. "You'll learn your pce soon enough." He said as he caressed her cheek, a perverted smile appearing on his face.

  "I heard you were a virgin. We'll have to change from today onwards." Torvaal continued as he undressed.

  A moment ter, he stood in front of Talia, stark naked as his "excalibur" stood tall, vigorous as ever.

  Talia's face became pale, fear, frustration, disgust, rage, and indignation all written on her face at this moment.

  Not being able to speak, she desperately filed, trying to break free from the chains as she made non vocal sounds.

  Thoughts rushing into her mind.

  'No! No! No! I have to run! I have to escape! I can't let him put it in me!' She thought as tears began falling from her eyes.

  At this moment, she also thought of all the women she had vioted as Torak back at the vilge. Was this how they felt?

  How many times had she stood where Torvaal was now? Towering. Cold. Watching some terrified girl tremble or fil on the bed. Not seeing her as a person. Not wanting to.

  She’d ughed at their fear once.

  Now she wore it.

  Her brother crouched beside her, his gaze sliding down her body, not cruel, just perverted and disgusting. She wanted to scream. Not out of fear alone, but because she understood now. Every look. Every viotion. Every broken voice that had begged her for mercy as Torak.

  She couldn’t bear it. Her chest heaved as tears spilled.

  Torvaal tilted his head looking at her. "You look even more beautiful crying." He noted, excited.

  Talia flinched.

  Not at him, but at herself.

  Because as Torak, she used to say the same to her victims.

  Now naked, standing before Talia. Torvaal's night of pleasure began, as silent screams filled the room.

  Desperate moans and groans of pain and suffering echoed in the room as Talia was now pinned under Torvaal, desperately trying to scream but choked by her inability to speak.

  Suffering as retribution for living a life of tyranny as Torak back in the vilge. The night went on, seconds turning into minutes, and minutes into hours.

  The crest of lust activated in her abdomen, making Torvaal ravage her like a wild beast.

  Just like this, Torak's suffering had begun.

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  Elsewhere back at the vilge. Non id on her bed, unconscious as Lily, Rose, and Sandy took care of her. They had invited the vilge doctor to look at her, but he said there was nothing he could do to save Non.

  The 3 maids were concerned and worried that she might never wake up. Vigil was also outside the room. Standing guard as a frown was clearly visible on his face.

  Was there really nothing they could do?