"First of all, I don't know if that's true for these particular collars. It's technically illegal to enchant a slave collar without access for clergy, but Lord Volda is rich and influential enough to make his own rules. But let's say the priests have access… what then? Are you planning on convincing a human priest to free a slave?" Lothelea grumbled.
"Well, I wasn't a slave to begin with. I'm technically a free individual. I just sorta got kidnapped and put in a collar," I said.
"Wait, you're actually a human?" Ginny gasped, looking at me accusingly. She didn't seem fond of humans, and I couldn't exactly blame her.
"Well I was a human yesterday morning. Then Trindon, in his infinite mercy, decided to turn me into an Aasimar as a reward for healing a bunch of slaves for free. I got kidnapped by some random street thugs shortly after," I explained.
"A god changed your species? Like… literally wove a divine miracle? And that miracle turned you into a demihuman?" Lothelea gasped, her cool composure momentarily shattered.
"Chloe too. She was fully human like… four days ago? But then she got turned into a high elf," I shrugged.
"But we're… corrupted… A god wouldn't…" Lothelea stared at me wide eyed.
"This town's [High Priest] said something like that too. That you were all slaves because you were half-monsters? I'm pretty sure that's utter bullshit." I said.
Ginny gasped, "Don't just say something like that out loud…"
"Why, you think the gods will hear me?" I chuckled.
"Well… yes… they hear everything… especially when you talk about them," she said.
"Well I had a personal conversation with Vyreth and he didn't mention demihumans being a problem at all. Tainted monsters were the enemy I was sent to defeat. And then he went and turned Chloe into an elf, which he probably wouldn't do to his special champion if elves were a Tainted species. Then Trindon turned me into an Aasimar. I'm basically a demi-angel, an anti-monster. I'm probably less corrupted than an average human, despite being a so-called Tainted demihuman. If anyone's going to piss off the gods it would be these assholes for kidnapping us."
"You had a personal conversation with the Lord of Struggle?" Lothelea asked skeptically.
"Um yes?" I said awkwardly. "A short one, at least. It's sort of a long story, but the gist of it is… Chloe and I are from another world entirely, one without any Taint at all. Thanks to that, we were given a stronger version of Vyreth's blessing so we could fight the corruption in this world and rise in level as fast as we wanted without getting overcome with Power Greed. Vyreth personally explained to us why we were brought here."
"That's also why you're immune to Taint?" Beatrice asked.
"Yep, you got it," I said.
"Then if you were really brought here to save the world, I hope the gods smite these assholes," Ginny grumbled.
"Me too…" I said.
I waited a few moments. Looking up at the ceiling expectantly. Any time now guys… No? No fire and brimstone, no bolts from the heavens or pillars of salt? C'mon guys! You're the ones who got me into this mess with that fucking ill advised Aasimar buff… Take responsibility!
"Lazy gits…" I grumbled.
"No luck?" Beatrice snickered.
"I guess they're shy. No smiting today," I said.
"The gods are bound by rules we cannot fathom," Lothelea said sagely. "Perhaps they want to act, but are unable to unless the right conditions are met."
"Yeah, if Vyreth's blessing absorbs and converts Taint… then this Taint is obviously not something he lacks the ability to handle. There must be something stopping Vyreth from just weaving a big miracle and making the Taint vanish."
"Against the rules," Ginny agreed.
"Isn't it something about acting outside one's domain?" Beatrice asked.
Lothelea nodded, "Indeed. Vyreth is the god of Struggle and Valor. He can grant us power only because it gives us the means to struggle and prove our valor. If he made the Taint go away with a miracle, we wouldn't struggle against it. That would be counter to his domain. Likewise, if he didn't give us enough strength to have fighting chance against the Taint monsters at all, that would also be counter to his domain. Only by struggling do we gain his power, yet it should still be possible to eventually win against the Taint if we struggle hard enough."
"So who is the god of calling down lightning on sadistic slaver assholes?" I asked.
Lothelea sighed, "There is no such god, though I wish there was."
"What about, like… a patron protector of demihumans or something?"
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Lothelea smiked, "I can't speak for the other demis here, but most dark elves no longer worship Nyar'Loaketer."
"Um… this probably sounds like a stupid question, but… why not?" I asked.
Beatrice cracked up and fell over laughing.
"You're really not from this world, are you?" Ginny said, amazed.
"Umm…" I looked around uncomfortably.
Lothelea sighed, "So the current status of demihumans is our fault, dark elves, specifically. My species, at least, fully deserves its status as an inherently Tainted slave race. We were the ones who Tainted the world, after all. Nyar'Loaketer is the elder god of the Infinite Abyss. Or more accurately, one of three elder gods of the Infinite Abyss once worshipped by the dark elves. He is also the god who opened the rift, and Tainted the world with a single drop of his blood."
"Oh… I see. Then yeah, probably better you don't worship that guy anymore," I said.
"I didn't know there were three…" Ginny said.
"Nyar'Loaketer, Nyar'Heliothorpe, and Nyar'Shiggurath," Lothelea said. "The Insatiable Corruption of Form, The Mournful Desecration of Glory, and The Slithering Violation of Purity. Three brothers, or whatever the elder god equivalent of a brother may be. They are sometimes enemies, sometimes allies."
"Corruption of Form, I can see that," I gestured to the monstrous feral foxkin and pink demonblood elf. "What makes them so… rapey? Shouldn't forced intercourse fall under the Slithering Violator's domain?"
"I'm not a [Dark Priestess] so I don't know much more than the little tidbits my mother passed down to me. As I understand it… All three brothers are somewhat carnal, perhaps Nyar'Shiggurath more than the others, but each of these dark entities would almost certainly violate you sexually without mercy or remorse should you inadvertently wander into their realm. Often, the power they grant comes at the price of an elven sacrifice, sent to the gods' personal realms to experience their violating touch for the rest of their long lifespans."
"I'm picturing lots of tentacles," I said.
"None have seen the gods' true form and returned to speak of it," Lothelea said. "In ancient artwork, the Avatar of Shiggurath, that's basically his… projection onto the mortal plane, is often depicted as a mass of black tentacles, insatiable, and ever-raping."
"What about mister Taint?" I asked.
"The Avatar of Loaketer is described as an ever-shifting cavern whose cramped walls are writhing flesh comprised of in an infinite number of slimy tongues, licking and tasting all that trespass." the dark elf explained.
"A cavern? Like… a cavern in what?" I said.
"A cavern of endless flesh, of tasting and changing."
"But like, a cavern is a void… in rock right? A mountain might contain a cavern. A cavern can't exist on its own. This avatar is a void in… what exactly?"
"Flesh? The walls are flesh," Lothelea said, not quite understanding my question.
Eh, forget it. I stopped trying to picture whatever impossible monstrosity this avatar of Taint happened to be.
"What about the middle brother?" Ginny asked.
"Bugs," Lothelea replied quickly, offering no further detail.
"Bugs?" Beatrice asked.
"Just… so many bugs. All sorts. Use your imagination, I really don't want to think about it. Bugs freak me out a little." Lothelea said quietly.
There was a bit of a lull in the conversation. I looked over at the rape monsters again. Fox girl was still gently cuddle-fucking her victim, and Chloe was still sucking the Pink demon girl's dick. She didn't seem to be flagging or losing energy. How long had she been doing this? A couple hours maybe? Probably a while.
"Right… Well thanks for the theology lesson," I said.