CHAPTER 111: GTFO

Chapter 111 – GTFO

It wasn’t an Archangel.

But it wasn’t a normal priest either.

He looked... unfinished. Like a placeholder avatar sculpted from holy clay.

"I’ve come," the figure said, "to return balance."

Lux cracked his knuckles.

"Well then," he said, wings unfurling fully as dark lightning sparked at his fingertips, "come get your receipt."

From the temple’s main altar, the so-called Echo began to shift.

Not forward. Not side to side.

Up. And out.

Its form expanded unnaturally, flesh and light stretching like divine chewing gum, bones twisting with holy screeches, until it no longer resembled the robed puppet they’d seen a moment ago.

It was—

"A centaur?" Lux blinked. "Really?"

But not just any centaur.

It stood over twenty feet tall, hooves like obsidian anvils slamming against the frozen temple floor, cracks blooming beneath each step. The body was armored in bone-white plating etched with divine scripture—runes that flickered and sparked like old wiring shorting out.

Its lower half was beastly, all thick muscle and scaled legs, four of them stomping the ground with unsettling rhythm. The tail? A cluster of celestial whips—each tipped with a glowing eye.

But its torso?

A grotesque man’s body melded with metal and flesh, with ribs exposed and lined with golden thorns.

And the face?

Right in the center of its chest.

Massive. Eyeless. Screaming.

Its jaw permanently open like it was mid-judgment, holy chants echoing from it like a choir you couldn’t mute.

It wielded a sword.

If it could be called that.

A long, curved hunk of divine alloy fused with... teeth. Actual molar-like protrusions lined the edge. They ground against each other like a bone saw, chattering as if hungry.

[Celestial Echo – Proxy of Radiant Vow]

[Difficulty: Medium]

[Class: Divine Avatar Construct – Judgment Tier]

Selena instinctively took a half-step back.

"This is bad," she hissed.

Lux scoffed. "Pfft. That’s just a child’s play."

He flicked his fingers, mana dancing around him like flirtatious shadows.

"Let’s see how it likes company."

He raised his hand. Voice low, taunting.

"Summon."

[Abyssal Familiar – Lust Affinity Variant: Widow Class]

[Tier: Elite Sinborne]

[Name: Narissia, the Black Widow of Desire]

[Status: Eager. Overstimulated.]

[Bond: Cannot disobey direct orders. Strong preference for ’mating’ violence.]

The floor split open.

A jagged rift tore through the temple tiles with a violent shhhrrkkk, as if reality itself was blushing.

From within—

A leg.

Long. Glossy. Black as polished obsidian.

Then another. Then six more.

She crawled out in elegance and chaos—Narissia.

A towering spider demoness.

Her lower body was pure nightmare—eight spider legs ending in hooked barbs, hips swaying with each move. Her torso, though? Full seduction. Humanoid, womanly, glistening skin the color of oil under moonlight. Sharp fangs. Four glowing crimson eyes. Long black hair that shimmered like liquid night.

And curves.

Her expression?

Pure hunger.

Narissia stretched like she just woke from an orgasmic nap.

"Mmmmhh~ you summoned me, master~?" she purred, voice thick like dark honey.

Lux smirked. "Have fun."

She turned—then froze.

The centaur stood in the distance, still processing what was happening, hooves skidding uncertainly.

Narissia’s four eyes gleamed. She crouched low.

"Oh... a centaur..." she whispered.

Her voice trembled with excitement.

"I want it..." Her tongue flicked out and licked her lips. "I’ve always wanted to do it with a centaur..."

Selena stared. "Wait, what—"

Narissia shrieked with delight and launched herself forward.

"CENTAAAAUUURRR—BREED MEEEEE!!"

The centaur screamed.

Actually screamed.

The holy avatar of divine punishment—who had literally been forged from righteous fury—looked horrified.

Its eye-mouth widened, the runes along its body stuttering like a corrupted firewall. It tried to raise its sword.

Too late.

Narissia pounced mid-air, all eight legs curling like deathblades as she landed directly on the centaur’s back, her fingers digging into its plated shoulders.

"Oh yes, you’re strong~ muscular~ divine~ perfect breeding material~" she crooned, hips already grinding against its spine.

The centaur howled and teleported.

Like a divine emergency GTFO blink.

It reappeared across the temple, panting in short, confused bursts. Its sword jittered. Its tail-eyes were bleeding.

Selena’s jaw dropped. "Did she just... traumatize it?"

Lux just clapped once. Slowly. "I love her."

Narissia tilted her head, then screamed with a manic grin. "CENTAUR! DON’T RUN FROM OUR LOVE!"

She lunged again.

The centaur tried to swipe its sword, but Narissia latched onto its sword-arm, her spider legs wrapping around his biceps.

"No! Bad stallion! Stop resisting! Accept your destiny!"

The sword wailed like a chorus of teeth being flossed with barbed wire.

Lux casually leaned against a cracked pillar, watching.

"Y’know," he said to Selena, "you’re blushing again."

"I’m not," she hissed, arms crossed. "I’m just—this is just—this is immoral."

Lux raised an eyebrow. "Morality’s taking a nap today."

Meanwhile, Narissia was winning.

Emotionally. Spiritually. Mentally.

The centaur’s runes were glitching. His aura flickered like a broken projector. He couldn’t fight back—not effectively.

The divine coding clearly wasn’t written to counter... horny demon spiders.

The centaur finally had enough. With a primal scream, it twisted and hurled Narissia off its back.

She flew through the air like a missile of chaos, twisting mid-flight— and landed upside-down on a broken pillar. Perfectly balanced on two hooked legs.

Her hair hung downward like dripping ink. Her smile?

That was all teeth.

"Oooh~ you’re playing hard to get," she hissed, licking blood off one of her claws. "I love a challenge."

The centaur took a shaky step backward, its hooves cracking the ancient temple stone.

Selena, off to the side, blinked. "Is it... trembling?"

Lux, still lounging with zero urgency, crossed his arms and tilted his head. "Looks like it just saw the future. And didn’t like it."

The centaur’s mouth—no, the face on its chest—groaned out something in a distorted celestial tongue. The sword, still lined with twitching teeth, began to vibrate erratically. It wasn’t prepping for a strike.

It was panicking.

The echo construct—a divine pseudo-being created by the Radiant Vow—was clearly not programmed to handle spider-themed sexual harassment.

Narissia crawled down the pillar, slow and smooth like oil sliding across glass. Her eight legs clicked and stretched with rhythmic pleasure.