Re: That Time My Mom Got Turned into a Monster!

Re: That Time My Mother Got Turned into a Monster! - Chapter Three

Sister Diane and Sister Rachael paused for a long moment a few yards behind the person in white. I couldn't tell who the person was or what they looked like from behind. Whoever it was seemed to be praying in front of a giant gold and silver cross on display. I couldn't tell what faith the person believed in. Crosses were a part of many religions. The Holy State didn't adhere to any one faith or religious practice. That's what the order was known for. It's why people from all backgrounds and species were allowed within their Holy Halls. Suddenly, the sisters kneeled and clasped their hands together, and it appeared they were praying too.

I couldn't help but notice the shapely plumpness of their derrières. Their peachy rumps were on display, and I could almost swear they wore no undergarments. My heart raced at the succulent sight, and I had to muster all my resolve to avert my eyes. I certainly didn't want to get lectured by Sister Diane or Sister Rachael again. After a few minutes, the sisters stood, and so did the figure in white. The person turned to face us, revealing a gorgeous brunette woman. She appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties. The woman's eyes were a sharp green that was captivating and alluring. She had a heart-shaped face, straight eyebrows, a dainty nose, and prominent cheekbones.

Her most impressive feature was her oversized buxom that threatened to burst from her garments. As for her wardrobe, she wore an all-white tunic with gold trimming, a matching Scapular, and a veil. The woman was barefoot like many of the other nuns I had seen. She wore no stockings or pantyhose either. Her child-bearing thighs, ballerina-toned legs, and perfectly manicured feet captivated me. The woman bows before the sisters before they hand her the letter. Before opening it, she studies the seal Allen had pressed upon it.

As she opened the letter to read the contents, Sister Diane began whispering in her ears. A long moment passes while Sister Diane and Sister Rachael both take turns whispering to the woman. I was starting to think that something was wrong. Or that I was in deep trouble for coming here. I pushed those thoughts out of my head. The Holy State was no friend to Monster Hunters or the Ephorian Kingdom. I knew I could be safe here, and Mother could be safe here, too. This had to work for Mother's sake. I didn't care what happened to me. The woman folds the letter back up and returns it to the envelope. Then, her eyes met mine. I'm lost in her vibrant green eyes for a moment, and only her words bring me back to reality.

"I am Mother Superior Euphemia Nefer Liebenberg the Third, Mother Superior of the City of Siciopolis's Holy Hall. Your brother, Allen von Yeager is a brave and honorable member of the Holy State. He has served with great recognition and diligence. I shall grant his request and conscript you, Adam von Yeager, into the Exorcist Branch. Know that the path of an Exorcist is not an easy one and shall bring upon you great trials and tribulations. As for you Mother, I shall see her myself once you have met certain requirements," Mother Superior Euphemia explained.

The Mother's words took me by surprise, and I was unsure how to respond.

I had hoped that the conversation would go towards healing my Mother. Still, instead, I found myself unexpectedly conscripted into the Exorcist Branch.

"Mother, if I may know, what are these requirements that I must meet before you see my mother?" I asked, trying to remain calm and composed despite the unease gnawing away at my insides.

"Please follow me to the sub-basement, Apprentice. Your journey to become an official State Exorcist starts there," Mother Superior Euphemia stated.

She did not answer my question; instead, she simply smiled. I was even more confused as she said our destination was the sub-basement, wondering what exactly this journey would entail. The Hall was more like a castle or fortress, and I was apprehensive about entering the bowels of such a fortified stronghold. After all, the Hall was the last bastion of our world's demonic monsters joined forces to drive humanity and the other races to the brink of extinction. I had so many questions running through my mind, but it seemed I would just have to wait until we reached the sub-basement to get my answers.

They were a standing testament to humankind and its allies that we'd stand and fight to the bitter end against the darkness of the night. These walls could sustain thousands, if not a bustling city's worth of occupants, for countless decades or possibly centuries. The Halls had everything life needed and could be considered self-contained. The underground springs and many cavernous caves could grow food indefinitely. I felt the nerves creeping up my spine with every step I took. 'What exactly was waiting for me down here?'

A jingle of bells brings me out of my thoughts. That is when I became aware of the many tiny bells the Mother Superior is wearing on her garments. 'How did I miss that detail?' The fact that I'd missed such an obvious detail was troubling, but my thoughts became distracted. My focus is on the three otherworldly gorgeous women in front of me that, despite my efforts, I cannot keep my eyes from ogling over their beauty and apparent seductive area.

I watched the Mother Superior lead in front while Sister Diane and Sister Rachael followed close behind her. I, too, follow the three women, trying to ignore the slight jiggling of their tushes as they walk with a sultry swaying of their wide feminine hips. Such a mesmerizing sight is inescapable. I began directing my gaze elsewhere to keep my hidden desires in focus. As I marvel at the decor of the halls, I realize this isn't the path the two sisters took to get to Mother Superior Euphemia. She led me down a flight of stairs that wasn't accessible to ordinary people outside the Holy Order.

I follow closely behind the three nuns down the descending flight of stairs. We seemed to walk for an hour before reaching the bottom. Two figures in black hooded robes holding halberds stood beside massive double doors made of cold iron. The two hooded guards bowed before Mother Superior Euphemia, then turned and pushed the enormous doors. Inside, it was dimly lit. Only the torches lining the walls illuminated the corridor.

The air was thick with dust, and the only sound was the dripping of water from the ceiling. The walls were covered in runes, and the floor was sleek. The light coming from the torches casts long shadows on the walls. As I ventured further into the dark corridor, it appeared to stretch endlessly. A feeling of apprehension crept over me, but my curiosity grew. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of trials and tribulations lay ahead and how my brother Allen had earned himself this distinction.

Soon, we came to a tremendously heavy steel door. Mother Superior Euphemia turned to me with a look of solemnity. "Be prepared, Apprentice. What you are about to see will not be for the faint of heart."

I can only nod in response.

We passed through the great doors into a large circular room. Doors lined the walls, the circular space on either side, and each entry was adorned with a large rune. It was a dark and windowless chamber with only a single pillow and many oil lamps to provide light for the vast, spacious chamber. The walls and floor were lined with small, square holes, and the damp air reeked of mold and decay. My footsteps echoed off the bare stones, and a strange, low buzzing filled my ears.

By my count, there were fifteen doors in all, and each door looked like the entry to prison cells. However, I sensed a dreadful aura emanating from each and every one. Each entry was protected by a multitude of locks and runes. I was suddenly filled with dread as I saw that each door we passed in the dark sub-basement looked like a prison cell. A thick aura of foreboding hovered over them as if whoever might be locked away on the other side was not meant to be disturbed.

I knew enough about runes to know those were barrier runes used to seal something away. On occasion, I had to use one on my own Mother. Though this rune was exceptional, I had created it just for that purpose. I slowed my pace as we approached each door, hoping to catch a glimpse through the barred windows of the cells beyond. Mother Superior Euphemia, Sister Rachael, and Sister Diane halt before a distinct cell that differs from the others.

I heard the jangling of keys as the locks and runes guarding the entrances were undone, one by one. Finally, Mother Superior Euphemia opened the door, and a shudder ran down my spine. I shivered, wondering if it was just my mind playing a trick on me or if something sinister was hidden within that cell. The door opens, and I can see nothing but darkness inside, as if the light itself is being sucked into a black abyss.