Kullen bore a malicious expression as he declared, "Perhaps even I am being digested and reconstructed with a few more Souls. Perhaps the Celestial with whom I am sharing this body is enduring something far worse and is being tortured by Saint Sylia's Demons. Perhaps we have been waiting for you all this time, while fragments of myself were remade in the form of children and treated in the very manner we treated those poor young ones. Perhaps you are next—for an improved version of the torture sessions. We are even upgrading the program. After all, you passed the previous one with flying colours, just as we suspected you would."

Kirsten took a few steps back, truly terrified. He gasped as he suddenly saw Sylia seated upon a dark boulder that did not belong in such a place. Sylia looked up at him and smiled. "So, Kirsten, did you enjoy the performance? The children's screams are not real. We merely retransmitted them from the torture chambers where the remade fragments of your friend are being handled."

Kirsten retreated further, tears threatening to fall as the full weight of his situation became apparent. In his mind, the Celestial sharing his body screamed in fear and panic.

What had he done?

How could he ever believe he might outwit and betray the Saints of All Saints without facing most terrible consequences?

Memories surged through his diminished mind as he recalled what Sylia and her allies were capable of.

Mathias and Sylia were not merely Saints. Not merely Gods. They were something more.

He doubled over, suddenly overwhelmed by excruciating pain. The Celestial bonded to him was attempting to break free and end Kirsten in the process.

The pain soon vanished, replaced by the soothing voice of Sylia as it resonated through the expanding chamber. "I shall extract that one. I have questions for him. My Source's brother, Gwentar, has taken in several Celestials and Gods from Izranavyl's Flock, since he was fond of them. This particular one was a lower God, later downgraded to a Celestial. He will likely have much to share with us. Now, my dear boy, we must talk. Perhaps I was not sufficiently clear the last few times you involved yourself with corrupted Celestials and Mortals."

Kirsten whimpered, guilt and regret washing over him.

Sylia smiled and continued, "You seem to have been profoundly influenced by this Celestial, as I have just confirmed after scanning your mind, blood, and Soul. I can read all your memories with ease using this method—even those hidden through Spiritual Magic. In fact, those are the simplest to access, given that I am more the Spiritual kind. I imagine you must be terribly disappointed that your little schemes failed so spectacularly. That I was not enslaved and drained as you had hoped. How deeply disheartening it must be to learn that the bargains you struck are null and void. Those who supported you shall feel the wrath of my Source and her Flock. Even the children you abducted for your vile enterprise have escaped—not all, but those we found in time. You showed no concern for their pleas, their suffering, or their cries. Therefore, I shall offer no concern for yours. To think that those children are now enjoying a lovely time with my most delightful Bunnies and even a few cute Chipmucks while you face torment. This is true justice…"

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Sylia suddenly frowned and shouted, "Go away, Chester!"

Her irritation mounted. "What? Yes, I do have new Chipmucks. 'How dare I?' you ask? You little Chipmuck fanatic! I was having a moment here!"

She frowned again, while Kirsten began scanning the room for an exit, only to be halted at the sight of several Bunnies, each with differently coloured fur, and all wielding kitchen hatchets. One of them, a dark and menacing Bunny, shook his head and gestured to his weapon. Kirsten swallowed hard as he remembered all too well what those deceptively 'cute' and cruel Bunnies had done to wicked individuals. Clearly, they had deemed him one of those. After all, he had murdered, drained, and dissected young children in a bid to amplify his own power and wealth.

Sylia spoke again. "Chester, the Blood Lords' Master gave me a few adorable Chipmucks. He mentioned they were originally created for you, but your Division has been bullying his Doll and preventing him from going on a date. I also received a box with a few cute Chipmucks from our Greatest Father. He is sending you one and merely wanted me to test a prototype so you would not be disappointed. You could even earn a few more Chipmucks by playing the Puzzle World Game, like I did. You have to clear all stages first, though, before reaching his new torture Plane… Hello? Hello? Chester…"

Sylia sighed dramatically, visibly exasperated. "Damn it. He hung up on me. However, he left a message claiming he will sue me for having cute Chipmucks when they should all be delivered to him as the Master of all Chipmucks. He is utterly exhausting."

Kirsten gulped and trembled. He did not know how to respond. Has she forgotten about him? He definitely hoped so, although he harboured no illusions regarding the gravity of his situation.

Maybe she would forgive him, as she had done on previous occasions. Perhaps Syl Celia might plead on his behalf.

Sylia suddenly turned toward him. "No, I have not forgotten you. Stop screaming in your mind. It is tiresome. Chester is apparently dispatching one of his Leviathans to deal with a Patron God of yours. Consider yourself fortunate. This time, you shall be reconstructed with a fragment from a higher God. It will make possession by Fallen Celestials far more difficult."

She paused and sighed. "Speaking of them, there are far too many as of late. My Source intends to investigate why so many of her brother's Flock are present in this Sub-Realm. They were mostly adopted, but even so… it raises quite a few questions."

Kirsten collapsed on the floor as a dark figure materialised. It was someone he recognised all too well. Sylia's infamous Bunny Lady stood before him, claws fully extended. She regarded him with a predatory expression that made his skin crawl and his mind descend into sheer panic.

His situation was dire. Truly dire. Beyond dire.

He was finished. More than finished.

The Bunny Lady smiled with cruel amusement and said, "We meet again, boy."

Kirsten's eyes rolled back, and his trousers became soaked with a painfully familiar liquid. The Bunny Lady scoffed and turned to Sylia with an incredulous expression. "My Lady, I believe a part of him remembers our previous encounters. Could you please wake him up? I require him to be conscious."

Sylia replied as she complied with her servant's request and woke Kirsten up, using a Spell, "Yes, I shall give you a device for such purpose. I cannot remain here much longer. I must attend to an event with the children, and later this afternoon, I plan to visit the Dark Library with Tamren. I have a rather full schedule, at the moment."

The Bunny Lady smiled and nodded, bowing. "Of course, my Lady. Enjoy your time. I shall handle matters here."

And with those final words uttered by that terrifying creature, Kirsten knew, beyond any shadow of doubt, that he was doomed.

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