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The Cathedral of St.Luna was the vastest building in a small, remote village that was surrounded by a large forest. Here the head priest, the clergy, and the apprentices resided, praying daily to the altar. Stained glass windows brought an array of colored lights inside the building. For now the benches were bare, with the exception of the few monks inside, praying with their hoods up and heads low. Here was their sanctuary, and daily they prayed their gratitude.

At the altar knelt a young man, his hood up to conceal his face from the others. His hands were clasped together in prayer. He looked up at the stained glass window that shined down light on him, biting his lip nervously. Standing, the youth kept a low head as he walked to one of the doors in the corner, wishing to return to his quarters within the chapel. He would've, when a large hand grabbed his arm, spinning the boy.

"Kanaye, my son." said the large, burly man. He wore the robes and headpiece equivalent to the bishop of the monastery. He smiled down at the boy, "Would you do your father a favor and go fetch the wine and bread for communion?" The boy, Kanaye, froze, looking up at the man who was his father. He slowly nodded, quietly whispering, "Yes f-father." He lowered his head, but his father smiled and patted his son's back. "Bless you, my son." He said, "Now don't dally now, and keep a righteous path."

Kanaye nodded, timidly walking out of the cathedral. He quietly merged into the crowd, pulling down his hood, but kept his head low to avoid attention as he headed towards the bakery to get the requested items. As he headed towards the store, he was not aware that he got the last thing he wanted: Attention.
A feminine, hooded figure watched as Kanaye headed into the shop. The female had a dark grin as she saw the boy's face, taking in every single feature. His ruffled black hair was parted neatly, with a single streak of sliver going across the top of his brow. His grey eyes had an innocence, yet timidity that most men lacked. His face was pale, but perfect in her eyes. The figure licked her lips a bit before stepping back, awaiting the perfect moment to pursue her target, which was right after he left the shop with the items in his arms.

Kanaye was in a hurry to get home, looking in hope that no one had paid mind to him. He headed towards the cathedral steps, but stopped for one reason or another, looking towards the forest that surrounded his village. He wanted to go see the woods, but the thought of his father's words shook the thought out of his mind and he walked inside, setting the things down. It startled him to see that the chapel was bare, no one inside.

I guess they went to private study. Kanaye thought as he set down the wine bottle and bread on one of the benches near the altar. He paused a bit, realizing something as he turned and quietly walked out. He pulled up his hood once more, walking towards the village's exit to the deep woods.
A large archway stood in front of it. On closer inspection, the arch intimidated him with its large size, close to rivaling the chapel. Old prayers and wishes were carved onto the posts. It seemed act like a gateway to hope, a gate way to a sanctuary, but also a gate to the unknown.

Kanaye stood in front of it, the village now less crowded as the sun began to set on the horizon. He changed his glance from the arch to the forest for a few minutes before realizing what he was about to do. "What am I thinking!?" He said to himself, turning to head home, "I can't do this…Who knows what's out there. I should just-" He was cut off by a gloved hand over his mouth, another arm being wrapped around his waist as he was dragged off outside of the village and to the woods. With a futile struggle, Kanaye tried to free himself from his captor's grip, only to receive a quick, yet hard cuff to the back of the head, rendering the poor boy unconscious.

When he finally came to, Kanaye let out a groan of pain as he rubbed his head. He sat up, rubbing his head as he looked around in his surroundings. He realized he was in some sort of cavern. He looked down at himself, going wide eyed as he noticed that he was stripped down to his trousers. He quickly hid behind one of the rocks, face red. "What o-on earth is going on!?" he shouted, eyes wide in panic as he was on the urge of hyper ventilating. He yelped as suddenly he was tackled by an unknown figure, sending him toppling over.

He was pinned down; the assailant seemed to have straddled him. He looked up to see if he could get a better look at the weight bearing down on him, only to go wide eyed and blush a bit.

The thing that was pinning him down was a woman. She appeared to be two years older than he was, with cascades of purple hair, pointed ears, and a grin on her face. She used one of her gloved hands to stroke his chest, eyeing him as if he was a work of art. Kanaye weakly tried to squirm away, only to be held in place.
"There, there, hun." The girl whispered, her voice seductive and charming, "I ain't gonna hurt you. I would never do that~" She rested her forehead on his, making him go wide eyed, face turning red as he tried to move and gain more space between the two. "W-who are you!?" Kanaye asked, "What do you want with me!?"
The woman chuckled a bit, "The name's Purgal." She said, sliding her hand down the boy's form, "And what I want is…" She slipped her hand to the hem of his pants, "…To make you experience pleasures you never have felt before."

Kanaye gasped as if a bee had stung him.

"I-i can't do that!" He tried to reason, trying to move her hand away from his body, "That's the deadly sin of Lust! Do you have any idea what might happen if we-!?" He was cut off by a finger to his lips, Purgal making a 'shush' sound with her lips as she moved her lips to his ears.

"So?" she whispered, "Why do you think Lust is the one sin people fall victim to? It's worth it, trust me…Now just relax. I'll do all the work." Kanaye looked up, as if in a slight trance by her words. Inside, he felt feelings he had never felt before. His heart was racing, he felt hot, and his face was crimson. He slowly tilted his head back, seeming to fall under her charm.

That night, Purgal welcomed Kanaye to sin.

Description
The Cathedral of St.Luna was the vastest building in a small, remote village that was surrounded by a large forest. Here the head priest, the clergy, and the apprentices resided, praying daily to the altar. Stained glass windows brought an array of colored lights inside the building. For now the benches were bare, with the exception of the few monks inside, praying with their hoods up and heads low. Here was their sanctuary, and daily they prayed their gratitude.

At the altar knelt a young man, his hood up to conceal his face from the others. His hands were clasped together in prayer. He looked up at the stained glass window that shined down light on him, biting his lip nervously. Standing, the youth kept a low head as he walked to one of the doors in the corner, wishing to return to his quarters within the chapel. He would've, when a large hand grabbed his arm, spinning the boy.

"Kanaye, my son." said the large, burly man. He wore the robes and headpiece equivalent to the bishop of the monastery. He smiled down at the boy, "Would you do your father a favor and go fetch the wine and bread for communion?" The boy, Kanaye, froze, looking up at the man who was his father. He slowly nodded, quietly whispering, "Yes f-father." He lowered his head, but his father smiled and patted his son's back. "Bless you, my son." He said, "Now don't dally now, and keep a righteous path."

Kanaye nodded, timidly walking out of the cathedral. He quietly merged into the crowd, pulling down his hood, but kept his head low to avoid attention as he headed towards the bakery to get the requested items. As he headed towards the store, he was not aware that he got the last thing he wanted: Attention.
A feminine, hooded figure watched as Kanaye headed into the shop. The female had a dark grin as she saw the boy's face, taking in every single feature. His ruffled black hair was parted neatly, with a single streak of sliver going across the top of his brow. His grey eyes had an innocence, yet timidity that most men lacked. His face was pale, but perfect in her eyes. The figure licked her lips a bit before stepping back, awaiting the perfect moment to pursue her target, which was right after he left the shop with the items in his arms.

Kanaye was in a hurry to get home, looking in hope that no one had paid mind to him. He headed towards the cathedral steps, but stopped for one reason or another, looking towards the forest that surrounded his village. He wanted to go see the woods, but the thought of his father's words shook the thought out of his mind and he walked inside, setting the things down. It startled him to see that the chapel was bare, no one inside.

I guess they went to private study. Kanaye thought as he set down the wine bottle and bread on one of the benches near the altar. He paused a bit, realizing something as he turned and quietly walked out. He pulled up his hood once more, walking towards the village's exit to the deep woods.
A large archway stood in front of it. On closer inspection, the arch intimidated him with its large size, close to rivaling the chapel. Old prayers and wishes were carved onto the posts. It seemed act like a gateway to hope, a gate way to a sanctuary, but also a gate to the unknown.

Kanaye stood in front of it, the village now less crowded as the sun began to set on the horizon. He changed his glance from the arch to the forest for a few minutes before realizing what he was about to do. "What am I thinking!?" He said to himself, turning to head home, "I can't do this…Who knows what's out there. I should just-" He was cut off by a gloved hand over his mouth, another arm being wrapped around his waist as he was dragged off outside of the village and to the woods. With a futile struggle, Kanaye tried to free himself from his captor's grip, only to receive a quick, yet hard cuff to the back of the head, rendering the poor boy unconscious.

When he finally came to, Kanaye let out a groan of pain as he rubbed his head. He sat up, rubbing his head as he looked around in his surroundings. He realized he was in some sort of cavern. He looked down at himself, going wide eyed as he noticed that he was stripped down to his trousers. He quickly hid behind one of the rocks, face red. "What o-on earth is going on!?" he shouted, eyes wide in panic as he was on the urge of hyper ventilating. He yelped as suddenly he was tackled by an unknown figure, sending him toppling over.

He was pinned down; the assailant seemed to have straddled him. He looked up to see if he could get a better look at the weight bearing down on him, only to go wide eyed and blush a bit.

The thing that was pinning him down was a woman. She appeared to be two years older than he was, with cascades of purple hair, pointed ears, and a grin on her face. She used one of her gloved hands to stroke his chest, eyeing him as if he was a work of art. Kanaye weakly tried to squirm away, only to be held in place.
"There, there, hun." The girl whispered, her voice seductive and charming, "I ain't gonna hurt you. I would never do that~" She rested her forehead on his, making him go wide eyed, face turning red as he tried to move and gain more space between the two. "W-who are you!?" Kanaye asked, "What do you want with me!?"
The woman chuckled a bit, "The name's Purgal." She said, sliding her hand down the boy's form, "And what I want is…" She slipped her hand to the hem of his pants, "…To make you experience pleasures you never have felt before."

Kanaye gasped as if a bee had stung him.

"I-i can't do that!" He tried to reason, trying to move her hand away from his body, "That's the deadly sin of Lust! Do you have any idea what might happen if we-!?" He was cut off by a finger to his lips, Purgal making a 'shush' sound with her lips as she moved her lips to his ears.

"So?" she whispered, "Why do you think Lust is the one sin people fall victim to? It's worth it, trust me…Now just relax. I'll do all the work." Kanaye looked up, as if in a slight trance by her words. Inside, he felt feelings he had never felt before. His heart was racing, he felt hot, and his face was crimson. He slowly tilted his head back, seeming to fall under her charm.

That night, Purgal welcomed Kanaye to sin.