I play a Evil God in Otome Game

Then, without looking back, the Templar Knight left Morrigan alone. Morrigan stood still, her eyes scanning the filthy floor.

Even the rats were absent, affected by the holy power present here. It seemed far too cruel for a sacred place. Although Morrigan’s mana was sealed, she could still feel the intense mana in the air.

"Agggghhhh!!!!"

The anguished scream of a man echoed, distracting Morrigan; the male voice sounded young. As Morrigan tried to comprehend what was happening, she would soon understand when two priests entered.

"It seems he’s finally going to give up," said a middle-aged priest mockingly. He had a long beard and black hair. The other priest was a man with yellow hair and a mustache.

As the scream of the young boy echoed, the two priests appeared to ignore it.

"Erwin, go check it out." The black-haired man said calmly to the man named Erwin. A faint smile was on his lips. The man named Erwin lazily nodded his head and then went to the cell opposite Morrigan’s and pulled back the curtain.

Behind the curtain was a young boy. Morrigan guessed he was around 13 or 14 years old. The boy’s body was pinned to the ground. Long nails cruelly pierced the boy’s palms and legs, fixing him in place.

The cell was filled with flies. They constantly bit the boy’s flesh; he was also naked, and there was a board covering his anus. The board completely sealed the anus. Explore more stories at freewebnovel

When Elwin entered, his face cringed in disgust from the flies. He then raised his hand slightly, and a shining light from his palm instantly eradicated the flies.

As Morrigan observed the function of this spell, her eyes narrowed. It wasn’t something very powerful; it was probably used for cleaning and pest removal.

"Confess, child of the devil, and we will kill you without torturing you," said the black-haired priest, William, with a bored tone. The boy groaned in pain, lacking the energy to speak.

Erwin’s eyes narrowed with amusement as he looked at the boy’s abdomen. "It seems the drugs we gave him are working."

William laughed and nodded. "Are you saying it’s a laxative?"

Erwin grinned and shook his head. Morrigan’s eyes lit up with understanding. A laxative is a pill that causes a person to defecate constantly. Then, when she saw the board covering the boy’s anus, her eyes narrowed. She clenched her fists.

They had fed the boy to fill his stomach, then given him a laxative to ensure he constantly defecated. But since the excrement couldn’t exit through the anus, it kept accumulating inside the boy’s intestines.

Over time, the stool would harden, causing intense pain in the body, inflicting unimaginable suffering on the tortured individual.

At the same time, as the flies continually sucked the blood, the boy’s body had become heavily infected. Morrigan’s stomach churned at the sight of such a cruel method.

"Please, my stomach hurts!" The boy cried, his eyes reddening. The two priests stopped speaking, and Erwin grinned as he looked at the boy. "I didn’t hear you, say that again."

"Please, I want my dad!" the boy said, trembling. Erwin smiled even wider. He then looked at the boy’s naked body, lust appearing in his eyes.

Seeing what Erwin was thinking, William playfully tapped his arm with an indifferent attitude. As Erwin turned to him, William said calmly, "He’s filthy; find a better one instead."

Then, with a grin, William pointed at Morrigan’s cell. For a moment, a hint of hesitation appeared in Erwin’s eyes.

"If his father finds out, they’ll kill me," Erwin said worriedly, still with a glimmer of new lust in his eyes. William laughed and placed a hand on Erwin’s shoulder. "Did you forget? We’re executing the witch today. Do whatever you want. I’ll look the other way."

"You’re a good friend, William." Erwin smiled. Then, as William left the suffering boy behind, Erwin’s lustful gaze fell upon Morrigan.

As he opened the cell door, Morrigan’s eyes remained emotionless. Erwin leaned slightly with a disgusting smile and gently lifted Morrigan’s skirt.

Morrigan closed her eyes as she felt Erwin’s hands on her legs and bit her lip. She ignited her mana unknowingly, but the runes activated, immediately diminishing and sealing her mana.

"Beautiful legs..."

As Erwin’s penis hardened, Morrigan’s lips trembled; she wished for this to end as soon as possible. Unfortunately, Erwin was far too lustful.

Slowly lifting Morrigan’s skirt, Erwin could no longer hold back and began to move toward her groin. His calloused hands nearly made Morrigan vomit as her eyes remained shut.

"Open your eyes; I want you to look at me while I’m fucking you," Erwin said in a high-pitched voice. His hand slowly slid from Morrigan’s waist to her breasts, giving them a light squeeze.

Morrigan’s eyes opened, and she looked behind Erwin. Erwin continued to play with her breasts, seemingly unconcerned.

"What are you doing here?" a gentle voice echoed from behind, causing Erwin to freeze. As a heavy mana pressure descended, his eyes trembled, and his heart began to race.

Slowly turning around, Erwin immediately knelt on his knees when he saw a familiar yet terrifying figure. His voice trembled with fear as he stammered, "N-Holiness y-Archbishop...!!"

Archbishop Solomon’s eyes narrowed. The Pure Mana swirling around him exploded with a terrifying power, causing Erwin to shudder and fall to the ground.

As Erwin couldn’t even move his hand, Solomon’s fury manifested as he crushed the head of the recently deceased Priest William in his grip.

With blood gushing from the severed head, he tightened his hold even more until it burst. Bits of brain fell onto Erwin, but neither Morrigan nor Solomon was stained.

"Lift your head," Solomon commanded. Each word that left his mouth made Erwin tremble; as the intense mana slowly subsided, he found the strength to lift his head. He looked at the Archbishop with a quivering gaze.

Solomon’s eyes glinted with disappointment and anger. Although he appeared calm from the outside, the earlier pressure of Pure Mana explained everything. Solomon was furious.

"Disrupting your duty is a grave sin. Knowing that, why are you here?" Solomon said as his expression gradually turned emotionless. Seeing that Erwin did not respond and continued to tremble in fear, Solomon’s eyes narrowed. "Erwin? Are you afraid of me? Do I look that terrifying to you?"

"Erwin? Can’t you answer?"

Solomon slowly grasped Erwin’s throat, then continued. Gradually increasing the pressure, his delicate hands gripped Erwin’s throat firmly. "After punishing that bastard, all you had to do was leave. Instead, you’re here having fun. Is that right?"

Morrigan held her breath as the killer intent spread rapidly throughout the room. This was a feeling she had never experienced before. It was as if she was getting closer to death with every passing second.

"People like you disgust me so much," Solomon said almost with disgust. "You always find a way to disrupt your duties, to be lazy, to shirk from work."

"H-Holy N-Archbishop! I—" Solomon brutally snapped Erwin’s throat, tossing him aside like a puppet before he could finish.

"Why are you here?"

"Why shouldn’t I be here?" Solomon said calmly as he heard Morrigan cautiously question him. His eyes were calm, and the previous killer intent seemed to vanish as if it had never existed.

As Morrigan and Solomon locked eyes, it was Morrigan who first looked away. She then calmly closed her eyes, trying to ignore Solomon.

"Today is the day of judgment," Solomon said calmly. Without opening her eyes, Morrigan quickly replied, "Did you come just to remind me of that? Or is there something else?"

"I just came to check." Solomon’s gaze wandered over Morrigan. There was no lust, only curiosity. "I’ve been wondering what kind of person you’ve become for a long time."

Morrigan slightly opened her eyes and shot a stern look at Solomon. "If you’ve come to say I’m a witch like the others, let me assure you that I won’t be upset about it."

After staring at Morrigan’s hard eyes for a moment, Solomon clasped his hands behind his back and slowly turned, his eyes thoughtful as they roamed the ground. Then his calm voice was heard again.

"You’re academically successful, you have no criminal record, and you possess the loyalty of a talented servant like Thomas."

"Do you know Thomas?" Morrigan asked curiously. Solomon nodded in affirmation. "We were childhood friends, or rather, we used to be."

"Old friends?"

"Yes, old friends."

Solomon noted, then continued, "I have no personal problem with you, Lady Morrigan. My problem is with Thomas."

Morrigan frowned in confusion. "Then why are you holding me here? Are you executing me just for this?!"

"Yes, you’re right," Solomon said calmly. He then focused his gaze. "Thomas took someone from me, someone I valued. In return, I will take someone he values."

As he said this, Solomon’s eyes briefly grew cruel, but he regained his self-control in less than a second.

"Am I the one he values?" Morrigan asked cautiously. Thomas couldn’t possibly be in love with her, could he?

"You’re like the sister Thomas has always wanted," Solomon said, and Morrigan relaxed when she realized her absurd thought was unfounded. Solomon continued, "You’re talented in Dark Magic, you appear cold and elegant; you’re a tough and warrior-like woman."

There was a strange hint of admiration in his voice as he spoke. For a moment, Solomon’s eyes sparkled with excitement. "You truly are one of the closest beings to perfection, just like me."

Solomon then turned to Morrigan and continued. Although there was a fanatic expression on his face, Morrigan sensed he was almost childishly excited.

"I’ve never made a mistake until now; I’ve never received a low grade. I’ve come to the point where I can get everything I want!"

Solomon took a moment to breathe, then closed his eyes. After a while, he opened them again, returning to his former self. "I apologize; I got carried away for a moment."

"Is that it? Is that all you want to kill me for?" Morrigan said, her voice strained. She appeared thoughtful and calm.

"As I said, I have no special grudge against you, Lady Morrigan," Solomon said. "But if Thomas is going to suffer, I can kill you in ten different ways."

A thin but sadistic smile appeared on Solomon’s lips. In contrast to his calm demeanor, he now resembled a devil in angelic form, coming from hell.

Without further ado, Solomon did not linger; he turned to leave. Before he went, he said to the despairing Morrigan one last time, "This will be our first and last meeting, Lady Morrigan. I hope you die soon."

Morrigan watched angrily as Solomon calmly walked away, leaving her alone in the cell once more.