Chapter 744: Overwhelming Rage

Joy’s eyes swept the room, and her heart stopped.

The lobby was a war zone.

Sisters everywhere.

On the sofa near the entrance, one sister lay completely naked, sprawled across the cushions like a discarded doll.

Her face was slack with exhaustion, her lips parted, a thin line of drool trailing from her mouth.

Her body was also covered in bite marks—shoulders, breasts, thighs and her wrists had red rings where someone had bound her.

Joy recognized her. That was Sister Margaret.

The one who loved picking flowers and cried when she accidentally stepped on a beetle.

The one who blushed when anyone said anything slightly improper.

She was completely ruined.

On the bar counter, two more sisters lay tangled together.

One was draped over the edge, her head hanging backward, her hair brushing the floor.

The other was sprawled on the countertop, legs spread wide, her most intimate parts on full display.

Both were marked. Both were leaking fluids.

On a table nearby, another sister giggled in her sleep, a high, unhinged sound—while her hips twitched as if she were still being fucked by a ghost.

And in the center of the room, on the coffee table—

Stella!

Joy’s right-hand woman. The Holy Executioner.

The woman who had beheaded nobles without flinching, who had faced down armies with a smile, who was feared throughout the capital.

She lay on her back, arms and legs splayed wide. Her grey hair was matted and tangled, stuck to her sweaty face.

Her body was covered in love bites—so many that her pale skin looked almost purple in places. Her breasts were red and swollen, nipples raw.

And her vagina—

Joy’s eyes dropped.

White liquid dripped from between Stella’s thighs, pooling on the coffee table beneath her.

Thick. Copious. As if she had been filled over and over until she overflowed.

Joy’s hands trembled.

These were her sisters. Her family. The women she had fought beside, bled beside, prayed beside.

She loved them—not that she ever showed it, but she did. Deeply. Fiercely.

And they had been destroyed!

This was a fate worse than death.

Any of these women would rather have died in battle than be reduced to this—their purity stripped, their bodies used, their minds shattered.

Joy’s legs felt weak.

She stumbled toward Stella, reaching out with a trembling hand. She touched Stella’s cheek—gently, softly, as if trying to wake her from a nightmare.

But Stella’s eyes snapped open.

"DON’T TOUCH ME!" She gasped, her body already hypersensitive.

The contact triggered something deep inside her.

She immediately arched back on the coffee table, squirting copiously. Love juices sprayed everywhere.

At the same time, she started peeing too, yellow fluid mixing with the mess, leaving a massive puddle that soaked the entire area.

Finally, she settled down and slipped back into exhausted sleep, too drained to stay awake.

Joy stared at her hand.

It was wet.

She looked around the room again—at the bodies, the fluids, the marks, the ruined women.

Her face contorted.

Rage.

Pure, blinding, apocalyptic rage.

Her aura surged, golden light crackling around her like lightning.

The air grew heavy, oppressive. Tables rattled. Glasses shattered. The entire tavern trembled as her power swept outward, shaking the foundations.

She wanted to kill.

Rip whoever cassed this apart a hundred times over. No—not just kill. Extract their soul. Subject them to eternal, unimaginable torture. Make them feel every ounce of the pain consuming her now.

Her face contorted, eyes blazing with fury. She didn’t look like a saintess anymore.

She looked like a wrathful demon, ready to end the world.

If she already didn’t look scary enough, a beacon of golden light shot down from the sky, slamming into her like divine reinforcement.

Boom!

Power flooded her body, amplifying her rage. The whole town felt it—people outside cowering, hearts pounding in terror.

Outside the tavern, Julie saw the golden beam of light. She shook her head with a knowing smile.

"I wonder how Cassius is going to handle that?"

Joy ignored everything and strode deeper into the tavern, each step radiating immense pressure.

The floor cracked beneath her feet. Walls groaned as if the world itself might crumble.

Further in, she saw even more horrors.

Sisters slumped on beds, bodies marked and spent.

One had a massive dildo still vibrating in her pussy, cum drooling out.

Another babbled, ’More cock...please...’

Her rage only grew. The building shook harder, dust falling from the ceiling.

Joy’s aura alone threatened to tear it down.

And finally, she reached the room where moans and whimpers were coming from inside.

Joy immediately knew that whatever had caused all this was in there.

She gritted her teeth so hard they might break. Her fingers dug into her palms until they bled.

She bit back her fury until, finally, her weapons manifested in front of her—but they looked even scarier than before: one massive axe and one enormous hammer in her hands.

With the intent of massacring whatever was inside, she kicked the door open and was about to scream in rage.

Bang!

But the moment she saw what was actually happening, all her anger vanished in an instant.

"M-Mother?"

She had come to kill a demon.

To slaughter the monster that had corrupted her sisters, defiled them, turned them into mindless, grinning shells of the women she loved.

Instead, she found her mother!

Maria stood in the center of the room, completely naked, her body still glistening with sweat and other fluids.

Her hair was a wild mess, tangled and damp. Her skin was covered in love bites, hickeys, and red marks from where hands had gripped her too hard.

Her breasts were swollen, her nipples dark and prominent.

And between her legs—Joy could see it clearly from where she stood—white liquid dripped slowly down her inner thighs.

And she had horns.

Horns on her head. A tail swishing behind her. Pink energy radiating from her body like an aura of sin.

She looked like a succubus.

But none of that was what made Joy’s heart stop.

It was her face.

Maria was smiling. Not her usual gentle, motherly smile.

This was something else entirely. Something Joy had never seen before.

It was a smile of pure, unapologetic contentment. Of satisfaction. Of a woman who had finally found something she had been searching for her entire life.

And her eyes—her eyes were glowing pink.

"Joy, darling." Maria’s voice was soft, almost singsong. "You came."

Joy couldn’t speak. Her weapons trembled in her hands. The golden aura around her flickered, then dimmed.

"Mother?" The word came out strangled.

"What...what are you doing here? What’s going on?"

Maria tilted her head, her smile widening.

"I think you already know, sweetheart. You’ve seen the others. You know what’s been happening in this tavern."

Joy shook her head slowly, denial clawing at her throat.

"No. No, that’s not—you can’t—"

She looked around the room and was shocked to see Cassius was there too, sitting on the edge of the bed, completely naked, his massive cock still half-hard and glistening.

He didn’t look afraid. He didn’t look guilty. He just looked...tired. And satisfied.

"Cassius." Joy growled, her grip tightening on her axe. "What did you do to my mother?!"

Before Cassius could answer, Maria stepped forward.

"Nothing, Joy. He didn’t do anything I didn’t want."

Joy’s head snapped back to her mother.

"What?"

Maria walked closer, her hips swaying in a way Joy had never seen before. The pink energy radiating from her body made the air feel thick, almost syrupy.

"I came here willingly, Joy. I wanted this. I wanted him."

Joy felt like the ground had collapsed beneath her feet.

"You...You wanted? H-How is that possible mother? There’s no way someone as pure would want something as depraved like this!"

"Not to mention that you’re a sister. You can’t—"

Maria laughed. It was a beautiful sound, light and musical, but it sent chills down Joy’s spine.

"I spent my whole life being pure, Joy. My whole life serving the Goddess, helping others, putting everyone else’s needs before my own. And I don’t regret any of it. I’m proud of what I’ve done."

She reached out and touched Joy’s cheek.

"But I’m also a woman. A woman with desires. With needs. With a heart that craves love just like anyone else’s."

Joy’s eyes burned with tears she refused to shed.

"And Cassius...Cassius saw that." Maria said with genuine love.

"He didn’t look at me like a saintess or a mother or a symbol. He looked at me like a woman. He made me feel beautiful. Desirable. Alive."

She glanced back at Cassius, and her expression softened into something so tender it hurt to look at.

"I love him, Joy. I love him, and I’m not ashamed of it."

Hearing this, Joy stared at her mother in a daze.

Her mind simply stopped working.

She had stormed into this tavern ready to slay a demonic entity. Ready to fight, to kill, to die if necessary.

She had expected to find some corrupted monster that had been preying on her sisters, some evil force that needed to be purged.

Instead, she found Cassius surrounded by her naked sisters and her own mother, who was now declaring her love for him.

Joy had no idea how any of this had happened. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, crashing into each other like waves in a storm.

Nothing made sense. Nothing fit together.

She was frozen. Completely, utterly frozen.

Maria noticed her daughter’s confusion immediately.

Guilt flickered across her face—she hadn’t explained anything properly, just dropped random bombshells one after another.

No wonder Joy looked like she was about to shatter.

She decided to fix that.

"This will help you understand, sweetheart." Maria said softly.

Then she reached out and tapped Joy’s forehead gently.

A surge of memories flooded into Joy’s mind.

As a succubus, Maria could influence dreams and thoughts, sharing her own experiences directly.

Joy gasped as the visions hit her—vivid, overwhelming, impossible to ignore.