by Ze Blitzkrieg » Fri May 14, 2021 3:04 am
"You know, usually people give me flak for those kinds of comments. Are you sure Mallach didn't have a hand in your making?" Cyrus asks, as if you had an answer to that sort of thing. Maybe the theology of the world you had been reborn into after so long would make more sense if explained by a proper clergy member. With the catboy at your side, the two of you ascend what small stairs there are leading up to the temple. The doors are left unlocked, no doubt to invite worshipers inside, and with a push Cyrus does just that. What you see within is fairly standard of what you would expect of temples; there's pews lined up a carpeted path towards a raised stage, undoubtedly where ceremonies like weddings take place, or the odd sermon from the head priest on holidays.
Behind that platform are marble effigies, at least three of them, the biggest of which is a rather voluptuous looking robed woman holding a babe in one arm and a wicked looking mace in the other. There's also a statue of a wizened looking older man, clad in vines and rags, and a third, another woman, entirely bare bodied and winged like a bird, a spear clutched in one hand and held up in triumph.
It might have been a powerful thing to see... if you recognized any of them. Human gods, maybe? None of them looked like a cat, at least, so they couldn't have been Cyrus'. Perhaps having heard the doors rattling, from the doorways further back behind the statues appears an actual living person. Clad in soft looking white robes, embroidered by red thread that matches the soft locks that tumble across her freckled face, the girl perks up as she notices you. It's difficult not to notice her in turn. Like most women you've met, she more matches the tailor's description of the townfolk as being quite buxom; in fact, her tits might be even bigger than yours, although it's somewhat hard to tell through her robes. She's also rather curvaceous beyond that, sporting an hourglass in spite of her softer-looking physique thanks to how wide her hips are.
"Did you need something else, or di... Uhm... W-Who is this?" She asks nervously, her emerald eyes darting from Cyrus to you then back again. Perhaps your appearance has made her a tad nervous; you recall the image of the demon in your dream, swooping down upon you, and remember that the head priest here apparently had a run-in with her.
"This is Aurora. She's with me, you have no need to worry... Although, it might be best for her to describe her circumstances herself." Cyrus answers in your defense.