Divine Intervention - Act I (Commission)

[The following story is a collaboration with the size artist, MC Raps! Thank you so much for trusting me with your lovely characters and setting~

The following story features two giant female characters, Praelia and Kaethe, angels from heaven that contest the efforts of an evil cult in the mortal realm. It contains themes of destruction; crush; feet; mouthplay + vore; breastheld.]

An evil force brewed deep underground. Far under civilization, leagues within a high-rising mountain – through a labyrinth of catacombs, at the very bottom of a hollowed chamber. Shadowy cloaks of gray gathered within a cryptic stadium, figures that filled in lines along the looming ledges and ramparts, an audience of initiates and disciples that overlooked the rituals of their priests and lectors. Those elites met in a wide spanning circle in the center, made faceless to each other by the heavy hoods of their red robes; they stood with golden pitchers that poured the blood of innocents into a grounded insignia, filling the stoney patterns with thick crimson until the entire design was colored. Tall torches then sparked alive in sequence, shedding a fiery light onto what was to commence – the Summoning of an archdaemon, to be brought from the underworld to the mortal realm.

The priests lifted their scepters and channeled dark magic into the crimson pool. By raising their voices into a dreadful hymn, they commanded otherworldly forces to swirl into the mixture, tainting its color with an oily blackness that bubbled forebodingly. On its own, the blood webbed and pulsated, and those that watched leaned closer in awe of what developed. Something soon would rise from the portal, marking the start of a new era plotted by the cult.

But all at once, the effects faded. The blood ceased its boiling and the black color receded; the priests stuttered with uncertainty, leaving their audience in just as much suspense as they glanced amongst themselves. An archdaemon bound to their whims was meant to appear, but after a tense delay, what manifested was unexpected – a thin string of light, which then expanded into a blinding ray as bright as the sun.

“You dared to bring daemonic creatures to this realm as a grab for power,” a voice rumbled all around, “and so you deserve this divine retribution…!”

Gasps and shouts groaned from the stadium. To the distant ceilings of the catacombs, the entire complex was illuminated from the flash; the ancient structures shivered as tremors ran up the walls of earth, spreading panic among the cultists within those passages. The newest initiates were left confused, but the priests and lectors – the conspirators that first brought corruption to a peaceful community – were horribly aware of what consequences had arrived for them. The ritual had not gone wrong; it had been intercepted, a portal meant for bringing an archdaemon had instead opened for the presence of the angel, Praelia.

She ascended from the pool of light, rising halo-first from the ground – a peak of black hair adoring a green-leaf laurel, as wide as the stadium’s inner ring, styled side-swept for an emerald-colored eye that was as enthused as her smile. Her manifestation proved too huge for her surroundings, as her shoulders lifted and breached the walls that separated the stage from the seating; she was an eruption of towering size, demanding the catacombs be widened for her debut. That was regardless of the cultists and their ranks, the many cloaks of people that spilled from their stations as the walkways crumbled and the ramparts fell. They landed on Lia herself, trickling down her tremendousness, like dust off her dress; they clung to her dark hair and white robes, but only for so long before being discarded, irrelevant to her arrival. Giant arms raced through the labyrinth, followed by generous hips that forced their own space; graceful wings of white feathers stretched gloriously from her back, pushing away walls and bridges. The haunting depths of the cult’s lair were too constrained, a fact that amused Lia as she continued upwards, past the shadowy ceilings and towards the daylight of the surface…

From his tower balcony, the governor of Zealot's Cliffs eagerly awaited for the earthquakes to reveal his infernal product – the archdaemon for which he had exchanged his constituents for, the beast that the cult had long-since promised would be his. He watched giddily from afar as the earth bulged from between the lowtown and hightown districts, within the tarnished market square in the mountain town’s middle, a hub that had since been desecrated with blood-smear runes, profane banners, and the bodies of those who resisted the cult takeover. Citizens scrambled away, but only so far, for they too wished to witness the archdaemon’s arrival with their own eyes, that which swirled with deep corruption. The population had been converted to the cult, coerced over the course of a year – only shells of humans, their bodies were vessels for the nefarious purposes of the underworld empire. To be initiated, they were starved during that year, so that their misery might charm a particularly powerful archdaemon, all while the traitorous governor and his private circle became fat through nightly feasts. He was eating even then from his hightown estate, biting into mutton and a bowl of berries, blissfully believing that the Summoning underground was a success.

But his expression changed in a heartbeat when light leaked up through the sprouting ground, giving way to the debut of what had truly been summoned. An intense tremor struck the governor’s tower, rattling him and his cult servants into shambles; when recovered from imbalance, he was in awe of what he saw through a geyser of dirt and dust: the holy image of a black-haired angel, a winged-giant that stretched into the sky as she unfolded from her hunched posture. Her introduction was emphasized with an avalanche that ran down her form, unleashing a storm of gray debris as she casually swept the destruction off her shoulders and feathers. The governor’s arms went faint, and his food fell to the floor – the angel had turned to hightown, as if her lone eye had pinpointed his sins immediately.

Lia left that pit of ruins behind her, allowing the land to sink into the catacombs that had been beneath it. Her feet leapt high and far over the packs of pine trees and the blocks of thatch roof cottages; cultists fled from her footfalls, but being caught close at all would see them blown away like frail leaves in her path. Each step saw lowtown’s landmarks be replaced with flat fields, some features whisked away within the foot wrappings Lia wore, stuck to her sole until flung away or crushed elsewhere. No house nor shop was safe from being stepped on, as all of Zealot's Cliffs had been deemed corrupted – from the watermills to the log homes, Lia was encouraged to demolish it all, so that the cult’s influence was soundly subdued. She sometimes slid a foot back fast through the streets and creeks, smiling over her shoulder at the streaks and stains; she could spend all day playing with the district’s ankle-high buildings, but she could hardly wait to deliver punishment to those that most deserved heaven’s reckoning.

“Expecting someone else~?” Lia laughed on her approach to hightown, her strides swinging wide towards the cliffs of stone structures. She hissed in anticipation, sensing hightown’s concentration of wickedness like a flavorful aroma; the array of aristocratic homes and mining foundries were presented to her on mountain shelves, ascents that only rose waist-high, yet loomed over lowtown atop oppressive flights of stairs. The altitude capped the upper district in a thin shell of snow, an outline as cold as the cult’s grasp, but Lia’s presence proved capable of shivering those layers loose with each step closer, as much as she made the cultists there tremble with fright. Soldiers scrambled to siege weaponry, but her confidence was unwavering; “You wished to bear witness to supreme power,” she teased, holding a hand over her heart, “and so I have answered your call~”

Counterattacks against the giant angel sprung up in disorganized efforts: trebuchets and catapults launched volleys at will, cannons and ballistas fired the moment they were loaded. Waves of artillery flew through the sky as if fighting an army, yet against their singular foe, these sporadic attacks lacked any impact. Indeed, the siege weaponry could only lob as high as her hips, a pitiful range that saw their assault dissolved against the lap of her white robe. Lia was literally unphased, choosing to withstand the barrage with an idle smile, so that the cult might see for themselves how hopeless it was to resist – yet the soldiers persisted, desperate to defend their dark ways, or otherwise die trying.

“Kh… This is just pathetic,” Lia scoffed quietly, “but it is charming how you struggle~” She was drawn to the meager efforts of mortals, first leaning forward with interest before kneeling low to the mountain slope; those monumental stone stairs amounted to one footrest for Lia to rest her wrinkled sole upon, completely swamping the flight and any runaways traversing it. By crouching with one knee up, she unveiled a window of openness between her legs, the hem of her robe pulled tight around her waist as she was lured closer to the hightown cliffs.

Near enough then to distinguish the hooded heads manning the weaponry, Lia was even more amused by their defense, biting her lip as a finger lifted to her chest – where the collar of her robe was weaved loose and open, a glimpse of cleavage made more exposed when she pulled the fabric lower. With a bit of shifting, she arranged extra plumpness to spill out that window, her breasts pressed together into a tantalizing target – as intended, it was where all of the cultists directed their attacks, yet still the same were they ineffective, bouncing against her bust harmlessly. Striking Lia’s skin yielded nothing more except a flush of redness and a string of giggles; “Use every toy you have~” she laughed, “keep me entertained for a while~”

A darkness sunk within Lia’s eyes, and a warm shiver fell down her spine. It was a distinct sensation whenever she found herself in complete control, a moment when she truly comprehended how tiny mortals were and how helpless they were to resist her will; that they were guilty for their corruption, and she was their divine retribution. Her breasts felt heavier in her hands, yet her legs were tickled weak, an imbalance that had her hungrily hanging lower into hightown with a breathy expression. The bombardments against her boobs could only satisfy so much about what she loved about her job – boiling over with desires, Lia lunged chest-forward into the cliffs, crumbling the ridges into a sandy cascade and shoveling the ruins up with her bosom. Plenty of debris spilled over the sides or sunk into her robes, but she kept afloat what she yearned for: a selection of dazed cultists clinging to her body, sliding and shifting to her quivering rhythm.

“Mmmh… You poor, misguided souls…~” Lia moaned as she cupped her breasts into a hugging grasp, staring down at the messy scene she held. Her fingers coiled and clenched into the pillowy flesh, but not aimlessly, as her tips targeted the dim dots of cultists, picking them out to be pressed deep into the ground of skin until they were aptly smothered. Survivors scrambled around the globes, but were too stumbled on that surface to escape Lia’s intent, inevitably chased down by her laughter; “So much sin that must be cleansed~ Your corruption will be washed against me~ Mmm!”

“Oh? Is that how you’re supposed to do it?”

Another angel’s voice zinged through Lia’s ears; her wings perked like a cat’s back and her expression twirled into surprise over her shoulder. She should have been alone in Zealot's Cliffs, but lingering outside its gated border was another heavenly servant, a white-robed figure just as tremendous as her. Her disposition was softer, with an innocent smile as she watched Lia’s example, idly keeping blonde locks from being blown over her twinkling blue eyes.

“K-Kaethe!!” Lia gasped, shooting up from her graceless posture. Her hands released her breasts only then, dishelving the contents of cultists and destruction into a powdery dismissal down her front. Kae noticed the trail of dust before Lia could sweep it into the wind, cleaning her embarrassment; “Wh-What are you here for?! I told you to go to Spirit Lake, didn’t I?!”

“I did go! B-But,” Kae giggled bashfully, shrinking into her robe with a flustered blush. “I got confused… and stressed.” She nervously played with a braid of hair, feeling Lia’s disappointment. “I-I just thought I’d come by and take some notes! See how a professional does it~”

“Professional? Please…” Lia groaned and massaged a temple. “It’s just smashing stuff up… What are you confused about?” Her demeanor was a thawed version of her presence just a moment earlier – dark and dreary still, but around an angelic sister, her mood was more sarcastic rather than ominous. Her lone eye looked aside, unable to glare too long at Kae’s glow of innocence; “I should’ve assumed a groundskeeper would have trouble with this…”

Kae whined, “I-I want to help! But this is all new to me… I’ve never been to the mortal realm before, remember?”

Lia huffed, having to remember just how sheltered the groundskeepers were, always tidying up heaven and perfecting it for an arrival of heroes – if any were to actually show up during the Divine War. They were not used to traveling between realms nor meddling with mortal lives, a responsibility reserved only for intercessors like herself. She would often return from earthly missions to be swarmed by her blonde sisters, all of them with questions about human affairs. Lia always gave shallow answers, sparing the girls’ from the gruesome details that came with the job; they knew only the whimsy of creation, tasked with constructing elaborate settings for which heroes could enjoy eternally in the afterlife, but there had been one among them with an aptitude for destruction. She had found Kae once stomping down a community she had developed, ridding it of a corrupt infection – yet she blushed and laughed to herself, seemingly enjoying the sensation of cathedrals and towers crumbling underfoot, despite the love she poured into designing such a place.

Kae was thus chosen by Lia to join her as an intercessor, though it had not been her choice to have a partner to begin with. After all, Lia loved her job: crushing fortresses, trampling armies, and her favorite, punishing the guilty. More than other intercessors, she immersed herself as a harbinger of retribution, taking great joy in overpowering the humans that resisted her. Whether at her feet or in the palm of her hand, the enemies of heaven were treated like toys rather than sinners – their little lives utilized for Lia’s pleasure, mercilessly abused as an extension of their divine judgment. As much as that had established Lia as a remarkable intercessor, it did not go unnoticed how prone she was to distracting herself, and it was no longer an affordable habit.

The Supreme Goddess issued the order to Lia herself, that she was to embark on her next mission only with the assistance of a groundskeeper. Too much was at stake: an astounding surge of corruption had reached nobles and overtaken towns in short time. Kae’s inclusion was meant to keep Lia focused on the mission, but the first order she received was to leave her alone – to go ahead to the town of Spirit Lake and begin there without her. Lia had hoped that would busy the sister long enough to have her way with Zealot's Cliffs in the meantime, but she had seemingly overestimated Kae’s abilities to crush and destroy on her own.

That was the topic of their then back-and-forth discussion, both angels bickering over how to handle their unique partnership. Lia wanted to be alone, but Kae needed her guidance; their argument had an immature tone, like a sisterly disagreement, though the magnitude of their mood was much more than that to those caught in the crossfire. Between them was a riot they both ignored: the panic of lowtown as its population faced the presence of two towering angels in their district. The content of their conversation was beyond any inhabitant as they scurried across the streets and creeks, some seeking survival, others arming themselves to fight – stories that unfolded between two pairs of unfeeling feet, their significance shorter than the smallest toes that stood above them. Neither angel responded to any mortal effort, though the idle shifting and stretching of their feet while they spoke was yet enough to threaten the cultists, even though they were entirely overlooked.

“What’s so complicated?” Lia sighed and crossed her arms. The humans at her feet were only worth considering then, as she lifted a foot up above a selection of cottages and barns – a span of lowtown chosen as an example. Without hesitation, she dropped her sole over those blocks of buildings, crunching the structures like twigs and then grinding the remains with a few toe-pointed twists. “See? Just do that a few dozen times and then the job’s done.” Lia returned her foot to where it had been, allowing Kae to see the streak of flatness that had replaced several streets of civilization – “Gone. No cultists, no problems.”

Kae hummed with thoughts as she stooped to her haunches and leaned onto the tips of her toes; her massiveness hovered precariously over the crowds that fled from Lia’s footstep, that crater which she went low to study closely. She had a serious expression while analyzing the grim scene; a prodding finger dug up remnants of cultist activity, all crushed into crumbs, the dark servants themselves reduced to dust clouds of corruption. The most that survived was actually taken away, pieces of architecture stuck wedged between Lia’s toes. Outside that distinct radius were slanted silos and ripped rooftops, toppled and torn from the nearby impact, but having endured well enough that cultists could be tepidly sheltered. Kae’s curious finger tapped her lip; “These humans… Are you sure they’re corrupted…?”

“Believe me,” Lia groaned, “they’re completely indoctrinated. Our heavenly aura spares innocent mortals harmlessly underneath us – anything else is dissolved. I suppose groundskeepers don’t learn about this…” While looming above that footprint, Lia noticed too how there were survivors within the ripples outside where she stepped. A temptation was acted upon in an instant: from the lips of her uncaring expression came a droplet of saliva, dully released onto the civilization below. Though it left her mouth effortlessly, the spit dropped like a liquid cannonball, and it aptly crashed directly into a cottage to explosive effect, a heavy splash flooding the network of paths with enough power to drive down walls. Yet Lia was indifferent, and Kae merely flinched for being too close; “It’s that easy,” Lia stated, restraining her enthusiasm.

“Gross…” Kae quietly complained. She had known it to be true since their mission began, for angels could detect auras of evil, and the cultists below had the same rank of corruption as the daemons that drilled directly into heaven’s territory. There was no doubt of their guilt, regardless of how Kae held onto hope for a better way – but she was at least assured that no mortal from the mountain town was innocent. Her sympathy for the spit-sunken humans waned quickly as she drew away to full height; “Okay… One last question.”

“What is it?” Lia asked, already glancing at the ground to find more to wreck.

“If I start intercessing… w-will my hair turn black like yours…?”

Lia pinched a few dark threads from her bangs. “...No? I-It’s always been like this.”

“Oh good~” Kae giggled and lovingly stroked her clean hair; it was her second biggest worry, after her fear of trampling innocents like insects. “Okay! I won’t let you down, Lia~ J-Just like this, right?”

Lia waited impatiently for Kae to stretch her foot into position, picking out a piece of land that neither angel had yet breached. Between a branch of the creeks were soft hills crowned with windmills and speckled with pine trees. Its proximity to the town’s gate had made it a chokepoint for escaping cultists, but that road to refuge was then cast into shadow, the sky above eclipsed by a sole and five toes; the skin appeared as soft as a cloud, but whole patches of earth were evidently stamped into the wrinkles and wrappings, sifting apart as the foot angled lower to its target. Planting down heel-first, Kae gradually rolled her foot level with the ground, tickled by each layer of destruction she passed: the windmills broke first into gravel-like bits, followed by the hills melting under the pressure, and then the creeks gushing out into a swampy flood. In between each stage of flatness were various cultists, some taken by surprise while others tried in vain to outrun Kae’s footstep, all the same eventually succumbing to the same groaning darkness.

“Oooh, ho-ho!” Kae giggled and twitched, sinking her foot deeper with an extra push. “Hehehe! The ground is sooo crunchy in the mortal realm! Everything crackles and breaks so noisily~” When she removed her foot, she eagerly searched her sole and footprint for signs of destruction, happily identifying the blades of windmills and the banners of cult control. It was in contrast to her role as groundskeeper, where all structures were magically crafted from heavenly clouds and would thus dissolve when ruined. In the mortal realm, everything that was destroyed lingered, allowing Kae a chance to dwell on her demolition afterwards.

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” Lia said, gesturing to the wider range of Zealot's Cliffs and its untouched corners. “I only just got started before you showed up. Since you’re already here, we might as well split what’s left. You can clean-out the lowtown district over there, and I’ll handle the hightown district over here. Okay? …Kae?” Lia frowned when she realized that Kae was still giddily poking around her first footprint, using her toe to kick over cottages and bust through bridges. “...Yeah, well. Keep it up.”

“Will do~ hehe…” Kae did not look back to her sister, too entertained with how the cultist crowds scurried in streets and alleys. From a set of stables, she noticed a group speeding away on horseback; Kae gave chase with her foot following behind them, giggling as she decided how to interfere. She then planted her foot hard into the earth and slid it in their path, making a mound of dirt and debris that could not be passed. They were cornered that easily, hunted then by wiggling toes that dropped upon them. Kae chortled, “I think I’m getting the hang of this~”

Lia watched Kae only long enough to confirm she could handle all of lowtown on her own. “Remember: no survivors~” she sang, a parting call to her sister before quietly creeping back to where she had been. The moment she was turned away, Lia’s mischievous smile returned, her lone eye scanning the ridges of hightown like a platter. Anticipation bit at her lip, her emotions rising in return as she situated herself in front of her victims. Her approach was met with a new flurry of defensive attacks, still no better than before; Lia giggled, “Have you learned nothing? Hah~ Unfortunately, I’m not feeling as forgiving anymore…”

Without the same showmanship as when she debuted, Lia was nonetheless pleased to proceed with retribution. Rather than play coy with the little militia along the hightown barriers, her method was direct and mean: an open-palm punch right into the mountainside. Nothing was fortified enough to survive such a straightforward force, the stone walls and spires obliterating into dust that spewed down her hand; by curling her fingers there, she crunched those buildings into a fist, leaving the cliffsides scarred with exposed earth. More than just that handful of destruction, the thrust heralded an avalanche of snow and boulders, tumbling fast from the peaks and bombarding a random range of hightown houses, if their foundations did not fail them first by becoming a mudslide underneath them. With that fistful of debris, Lia retrieved her hand and peered into it – finding the fine details of surviving cultists, dizzily making sense of the ordeal and where they were. In a spark of fury, Lia clenched tight, then released the sandy result, ruins pouring from her grasp as it eased. The rest was wiped against her robe as she aimed for another edge of hightown, deciding it should suffer the same fate.

Meanwhile, Kae was well at work, creating a background of storming sounds as she trounced across lowtown, her skirt hiked to her knees so that every stride went high and dropped hard. Behind her was a winding trail of smoldering holes, the curious path she chose step by step, based on what closest landmark would make the most noise. She especially pinpointed the watchtowers, where armed cultists attacked her ankles with cannons and arrows; she quite enjoyed picking up one such tower between her two biggest toes, tenderly uprooting it from the town until it completely crumbled. Some cultists clung to her toes as her feet leapt onward, carried away as stragglers for as long as they could hold on. Kae was none the wiser, blissfully traveling from one border to the next, where she finally stopped and appreciated the distance she had covered.

But between those long spaces of steps was still more to destroy – more work to be done, yet Kae was relieved to not be finished. “Hmm~ What should I do next…?” she asked herself, thrilled by all the options that remained. Her eyes narrowed onto a particular plaza; “That looks suspicious~” It was almost familiar, had it not been tarnished: a marble temple meant to worship the Supreme Goddess, but that had been perverted by the cult’s presence. There was no holy aura, only the reek of corruption; banners and fetishes desecrated the columns and altars, and statues of angels were disfigured and slathered in blood. Kae grimaced, “H-How rude! I’m sure that was a pretty place until you all came…”

More tactful with the temple than she had been anywhere else, Kae carefully seated herself outside the plaza, ravaging a wide span of land behind her so that she could be on her hands and knees. In that pose with her butt up-right in the air, her face hung just above the temple, low enough that stray locks of hair lopped across rooftops and pooled into pathways; her braid slid off her shoulder and swung like a wrecking ball, wiping out a belltower without her knowing. Her attention was instead pressed into the temple, her satellite eyes sparkling with intrigue as she saw dots of cultists hurrying within, despite her immenseness lingering obviously outside.

“What’s this…? Praying as a last resort…?” Kae wondered aloud, still uncertain of the ways of humans. Her hips swayed with increasing curiosity until she decided to see for herself what cult activity was brewing. She grabbed the temple’s rooftop, which fitted into her grasp like a playing card; it was removed like a lid, carefully cracked apart from the rest of the structure, and then dully set aside elsewhere in the plaza. Daylight poured through the opening to expose the cultists packed inside, their hooded heads turning skywards in surprise, up into pools of blinking blue; “Oh! There’s a whole party happening in here~”

What Kae mistook as celebrations was in fact a cryptic ritual. Cultists had gathered at the temple not for refuge, but for a Summoning, though what they intended to manifest was far less than an archdaemon. In their desperation, they hastily asked and sacrificed for infernal assistance – a portal of boiling blood opened from the temple floor, a hole of blackness from which long, furry limbs escaped and climbed out. What manifested was a daemon that shocked the cultists that summoned it: an arachne, a monstrosity of a woman with a spider’s body, a large creature that screeched as she invaded the mortal realm. She thrashed at the humans without regard, forcing herself forward and scaling the columns up to the roof, where her beastly cry could be announced.

But after glaring down at the fools that brought her into being, the arachne turned and faced the depth of the ongoing scene. Her smugness instantly faded, contorted into a wild gasp as she comprehended the hugeness of what lurked overhead. She knew then why the mortals had summoned her, and that it was a mistake for her to accept so hastily – against the raw power of an angel, she alone was just an insect without a swarm.

That turned out to be enough, however, to put a pause to Kae’s pressure, for when she watched the daemon slither up from the temple’s chamber, her delighted disposition flared into fear and disgust. Her nose scrunched as she flung back in a burst, “Eeeeiiikkkk!! S-Something nasty came out!!” Kae’s shriek rang across Zealot's Cliffs with paralyzing pitch, a sound underlined by the explosive effect of where her butt was thrown down; she flinched far from the plaza and into another part of the district, where she fidgeted under a spell of shivers. Her hands were locked at her beating heart, kept away from getting any closer to the arachne – she instead had her feet kicked up and hovered above the temple, but even her soles were too anxious to get nearer, shifting uneasily around the daemon on the rooftop. “G-Get away…!” Kae whined, “S-So gross…! Nngh…!”

Her loud reaction to the daemon rumbled through the mountain town, all the way up to hightown where the noise interrupted her sister’s focus. Lia had been looming large and heavy above a town square – made into a desperate fortification by the cultists – when she heard Kae fretting behind her; Lia’s smile itched into a frown, as did her amusement become bitter as she glanced away from cowering enemies. “What’s the issue now?” she scoffed under her breath, looking over her shoulder to see her sister stumbled in lowtown. Her brow twitched; “I’m sure she can figure that out…

“...Now, as for all of you~” Lia’s voice deepened as her dark stare returned to where it had been aimed. That brief distraction gave the cultists a chance to stabilize, but despite fighting back with artillery weapons, they were yet intimidated from their posts when her fingers rolled over the walls of their defenses – a playful patter from her fingertips, drumming down the ramparts and rooftops delicately, expressing how much control she had over her strength. Indeed, in a flicker of spite, that gentle touch turned violent, crunching down fast over a then-flattened house. Debris spat outward in an explosive effect that toppled cultists nearby, leaving them vulnerable to the subsequent attack – a grabbing lunge, Lia’s hand plowing the cityscape with her fingers sprawled wide, a pile-up of property and people forming in her palm.

When she lifted her fist away, she specifically sifted the ruins from the cultists, isolating their battered bodies plastered in her grasp and under her beaming fascination. Lia giggled warmly at how they writhed; she had hoped to secure a lively handful, having developed a specific punishment for them all. Meant more to entertain herself than to discipline the corrupted, Lia pulled open the collar of her robe, drawing it down to expose her cleavage – and much of the bountiful flesh that made it so deep and entrenching. In suspense, she bit her lip and had her hand carefully tilt in that direction, imposing that view of her body onto her captives so that they could clearly see where they would be dropped. They looked to that ravine of skin, then up to Lia’s expectant expression; her eyes narrowed, “Get in.”

All at once, her hand angled steeply, and so the cultists were cast into a freefall. They trickled out of her grasp, plummeting into the pocket she had pulled open for them, where their weary bodies bounced and rolled atop her breasts. Many were delivered directly into her cleavage, but some others clung to her skin and had to be coaxed; Lia caressed herself with generous circles, massaging her bust so that her dot-like victims were tossed and tumbled towards the center, consumed by her cleavage like droplets of sweat. With the cultists gathered there, she could keenly feel them kicking, resisting, then slowly succumbing and turning faint. By squeezing her chest, she spun a few more twists of life to be tickled by, but she was also tender and careful – extending her excitement with the prospect of keeping the cultists around, as long as they could be useful.

Kae, however, had been stuck at a standstill against the spider-woman daemon the cultists had scared her with. She hesitated profusely, attempting to use her feet from where she sat to handle the evil spawn, yet was too afraid to actually make contact. “Shoo, shoo…! Euugh, s-so many l-legs…” she bemoaned.

The arachne hissed at the wavering heels, but if either grew too threatening to her, she would recede back into the temple and wait – a stalemate that hinged on the angel’s pitiful fear of bugs. Beneath the daemon were rioting cultists, encouraging her to attack on their behalf despite the disadvantage. She leered harshly down at them, but quickly looked back outside when she heard the tearing of earth and structures. From that other block of buildings, Kae had stolen a handful of property – a clenched fist of what was originally a lumber mill, crumbled into ammunition.

Though the angel’s throw forward was dainty and hesitant, the debris launched from her hand like from a catapult. A storm was unleashed upon the temple as various ruins rained all around, including whole pieces still distinguishable as walls, logs, and sawblades. It was a clash of two different locations, the sand-like remains of the mill spilling over the roofless temple, bombarding the mass of cultists both inside and out. The arachne was amidst that one-sided devastation, choked on the dust fog and peppered by splintered wood; she weaved between temple columns, dodging a flying disc of some stray saw and leaping away from a spearing log.

Yet after all that, the arachne survived, sickening Kae with disappointment. She leaned only slightly forward to survey the messy results and the daemon standing over it. “Ugh! I-It’s still there…!” she groaned. Unwilling to touch the arachne directly, she compromised with a second strategy, planting her feet side-up on either flank of the plaza grounds, posed like mighty walls facing each other with the little temple in between. By digging her feet down and dragging them together, she bulldozed the surroundings into a mountainous pile-up of shoveled earth – two rolling waves of rubble conjured from the hills, commanded by her faceless soles to collide. “Ew, ew, ew…”

Kae’s feet combined, crunching the remnants of landmass into one dull mound that replaced the temple. A few firm stamps made sure that the dirt and debris were finely packed, entrapping the cultists and their daemon where they could not be seen. Her soles pressed down on the surface to round it out; her toes curled and smashed standout materials, smoothing away its jagged edges. Once the arachne was no more a threat – dismissed as a vapor of corruption – Kae found herself idly playing with the ruins, giggling over the successful use of her feet.

Relieved of that worry, Kae sighed and scanned her surroundings, remembering well that there was more work to be done. She stood back up and dusted the debris of lowtown off the seat of her dress, looking for where next the corruption needed to be cleansed. The cultists, however, had long-since admitted defeat; they fled from the angels while they were enthralled with games and mischief, making mad evacuations out the city gates. Kae curiously watched as they scurried away through the fissured, staggered streets, wondering to herself what to do. She tip-toed after a flush of crowds, giving chase at a casual pace; “Should I stop them…? Or…?”

But she then recalled Lia’s remark before she was let loose into lowtown. Remember: no survivors~ Kae looked to her sister – preoccupied, she seemed, with cleansing hightown – then back to the escaping cultists, smiling innocently and assuredly. “Right! Can’t let the corruption spread, obviously!” she chimed, lifting a leg high for a long step forward.

A shadow swept over the commotion of cultists, a fickle warning of the oncoming attack. Those at the gate, who thought themselves free, were blindsided by above when the angel’s foot came down like a meteor, striking the exit directly – and a generous area around it, catching a wide range of cultists that failed to get away. Kae’s stomp dug deep into the earth, warping the landscape around the impact; cultists were thrown into the air and buried into the earth by her explosive blockade, a blast that blew down the gate and several buildings with typhoon-like power. The ground groaned as her sole twisted and her toes curled, a delighted reaction to the cool sensation she felt – unbothered by the cultists stradling her digits or clinging to her skin, humoring their presence no differently than the debris. She was more interested in those that remained, the scramble of cloaked figures running around beneath her dress; they could not see how eager she was to wipe them out as well, their view limited to the shadowy view up her skirt, wary of how her pillar-like legs craned and shifted dangerously overhead.

Kae proceeded to stamp out the rest of the corruption with short kicks and steps, raising the hem of her dress up to her knees so she could verify the damages. She performed her duties happily, crushing a district’s worth of buildings until it was a wasteland of footprints and rubble, the land itself sunken by the repetitive impression. During so, she saw that Lia had done naturally well with her half of Zealot's Cliffs, similarly wrapping up with the last few fortresses while lounging in the slopes – laid over the cliffs and inclines, the length of her body had carved a distinct path through the mountainside, posed low so that her face was overwhelmingly close to the last of hightown’s districts. It was the peak of the community, where the richest surveyed society from their prized estates; where the cult’s elites had taken over, claiming the luxurious castle-like homes for themselves so that they could feast in peace while thousands below starved. Lia had identified the snow-coated circles of buildings as concentrations of corruption, and so she had reserved them for last, wanting the villains within to boil in their despair as they watched their daemonic schemes crumble before them.

The final few cultists had boarded up within the governor’s estate, having forfeited every line of defense up to that point. The grounds were defined by thick walls built into the mountain rock, where each corner rose into a watchpost equipped with artillery defenses; at its heart was a tall tower, the governor’s home and the last bastion for himself, his cultic circle, and his entourage of servants. Though the height of the structure once benefitted the governor to overlook the community he stole, it had since become a curse, trapping him in the one location with no route to leave – except towards the angel herself, whose presence loomed oppressively near, her breaths of anticipation reverberating through the castle floors.

“Whether you hide or fight,” Lia mused, “makes no difference – retribution shall be delivered!” The power of her voice made the snow of the rooftops tremble, and the people inside even more so; crowds huddled at windows and balconies in awe of her massiveness, just as her lone revealed eye looked back at them, gauging their numbers in a few glances. She had the remaining cultists captured in her shadow, only one impulse away from collapsing the estate – a tempting venture Lia considered, imagining how it would crumble and cascade into her bosom. But she had planned a specific punishment since arriving and would follow through, licking her lips in hungry suspense. “Aha~ If gluttony is your sin, then gluttony shall also be your fate…!”

Lia superseded the defenses, reaching over the heights and watch posts with a hand that clenched around her prize. Affirming her grip, she lifted up and removed the central structure from the mountain ground, her fingers careful to keep its integrity in-tact – at least for another while longer. The walls were already crumbling apart and floors were caving under; mayhem raced all around the cultists within as they found themselves in the possession of an angel, ascending from the earth so that they could be consumed. Those left behind launched volleys from catapults and ballistas, but no matter how they targeted her wrist or hand, Lia’s grasp was unrelenting, and with her other palm, she effortlessly toppled those defensive armaments with a mere swipe, molding the complex like clay through her fingers while her fascination remained pointed into the governor’s tower. Her gaze sought him in particular among the cultists spilling into the lines of her hand, committed to his karmic punishment most of all.

But with so many corrupted to sort through, Lia was content to deftly narrow the numbers. Beginning from the bottom of the tower, she disassembled the building and funneled a cluster of cultists into the pit of her palm; her eye closed as she pulled in for a kiss-like impact, her lips softly landing into her hand and allowing the first taste of evil to fill the curve of her tongue. “Mmmh~” Like a unique flavor sensation, Lia felt the struggles of mortal beings twisting in her mouth: trying to out-wrestle her tongue, attempts at climbing over her teeth, vain efforts at prying past her lips. Her head rolled with joy as she tossed a crowd of people from one cheek to the other, dissolving their stamina into a taste she could savor nowhere else. “Mm~ Ahh…!” Tauntingly, she opened her mouth wide, offering a glimpse of light for the forsaken – the last rays of daylight they would see, used to shine the saliva that was slick over their surroundings. When her lips next closed, their destinies were sealed, concluded with a singular gulp of noise – every aspect a vital part of a performance for those yet to be devoured.

“Eughh! Y-You eat them?!” Kae’s voice completely broke the mood Lia had been intimately immersed in, a tone of innocence that instantly embarrassed the dark-haired angel’s execution. Once again, she had forgotten about her sister’s presence, and was stopped from proceeding with the mortals’ punishment; she turned to see Kae hovering close behind her, cringing at what she had seen. She stuttered, “Th-They can’t possibly taste good…! D-Don’t they squirm on the way down…?! Yuck…”

Lia scoffed through blushed cheeks as she rose up from her lounged position. “This is a normal way of cleansing corruption,” she explained defensively. “Intercessors eat cultists all the time, especially gluttonous ones like these. In fact…” Lia’s embarrassment faded to an inspired idea as she stood to full height. After flicking away a few ruins, she isolated the last key targets: the governor and his council, strewn amidst the rubble in her hand. She picked the governor out in a pinch of fingers, abducting him from the rest – then quickly plunged him into Kae’s lips before she could pull away. Lia laughed, “Time for your initiation, Kae~!”

“Ha–mmfph?!” Kae winced too late to prevent the person from being pushed into her mouth. She clutched Lia’s wrist with both hands, but by the time she moved her aside, the governor had already been inhaled, a dot in her mouth that bounced back and forth in her frantic reaction. “Lia!! Pleh!! Ehh!” Kae scoffed and groaned before holding her head still, trying to use the tip of her tongue to locate the individual, only to discover him plastered to a far tooth. “Weh…! H-He’s… back there…!”

“Get it over with then!” Lia chuckled, more amused than she expected herself to be. “Swallow! C’mon! Every intercessor does it~”

Kae squirmed and grimaced according to Lia’s teasing, but eventually, with no other course available, she closed her eyes and prepared herself. With a will of force, she swallowed the tiny cultist, dismissing the mortal life down her throat and into her stomach. Faster than she anticipated, Kae felt the governor disappear – consumed into her angelic essence, gone from existence. She held a circle of her stomach sympathetically, sensing the process churning within herself; a low gurgle had her dread what sort of world there was inside her, a thought made darker when she looked at Lia’s gut with a similar dissonance.

“See? Was that so hard?” Lia asked, despite the plainness of Kae’s disgust. In contrast, she happily hoisted the rest of her handful of cultists to her lips, sneering at the lot before tilting them into her mouth. She had no hesitation, swirling the corrupted with her tongue and condemning them to her throat one at a time, savoring each swallow by tracing their downward path outside her neck. “Mmm… Maybe you’ll end up developing a taste for it later~”

“Or maybe not…” Kae grumbled, sensitive of her tongue as she spoke. “D-Do I have to eat any more…?”

Lia grinned, but when she looked to the mountainside for stragglers to feed her sister, she found the area desolate and empty. The same could be said of the rest of Zealot's Cliffs as she scanned it twice-over, stepping into the center of town near to where she originally debuted from the ground. With the tip of her toes, she nudged walls and lifted roofs, checking the corners where a cultist might have gone overlooked, but there was no life to be found beneath the wreckage, nor could any be detected with their divine senses. If any cultists had managed to escape the intervention, they were surely too scattered and scared for their corruption to have future influence; indeed, Lia’s review was positive of Kae’s performance, especially so for her sister’s first day on the job. While squatting over lowtown’s abandoned temple and the mound of debris it had been made into, she almost admitted as much: “...Nicely done. I suppose we’ve done enough here to consider this area cleansed.”

“Oh? Really?” Kae blushed from pride, shifting side to side with what few compliments Lia offered. “Heh-heh…! It’s strange having to destroy, but it feels natural~ Aw, I almost wish there was more around here to do.”

“Cheer up, then – there’s plenty left for us to do,” Lia said as she stood back up and began for the border of Zealot's Cliffs. “Or did you forget all about Spirit Lake? We have to finish what you started, unless you want the realm to remember you as the angel that ran away. Mortals do love to gossip with one another.”

Kae staggered after Lia, the clumsiness of her feet crashing through the few structures not yet made into ruins. “W-Wait, will they actually…?! B-But I told them I was gonna come back…! Hey!”

“I’m sure the rumors have already begun,” Lia teased. “It might even be recorded in their history books… forever. I suppose we should hurry–”

Fueled by that fear, Kae dashed ahead of Lia, thundering loud and fast past her into the open countryside. She waved for her sister to keep up the pace while scouting the route ahead, the path that followed alongside the river into Spirit Lake, woven through the round hills and forests. Though the rush of her movement nearly pulled Lia with her, the intercessor remaining teasingly slow, permitting Kae to take the lead – a distance away, she preferred, that would give her precious time to herself and the collection she took with her.

“Is everyone settling in nicely? Hmhm~” Lia hummed low and quiet as she pulled open a window down her cloak, spying her bosom and the stray cultists squirming around them. Her face hung hauntingly over the few she had pocketed, restlessly adapting to the bounce and sway of her strides, constantly tumbling deeper into her cleavage and bra. With a little lift, Lia made them all bounce and scurry more excitedly across her skin, earning a lip-bitten laugh. “Get comfortable,” she warned, “because it’s a long walk, and I hate to be bored…~”