"Unhand me you heathens! Do not sully my divine form with your filthy, defiling touch!" Koruel demanded. The angel boy struggled against a dozen Daughters of Aitra as they surrounded him. Disarmed of his holy blade, and drained of his angelic strength, he was left utterly helpless. His enemies seized the opportunity to apprehend him, and he soon found himself accosted by the cabal of maternally-obsessed mortal harlots.
"Oh my, sisters ...! The poor angel boy is panicking! Look at his frantic eyes!" one of the cultist women clamored, her voice thick with mockery and lustful excitement.
"He looks like a good boy," another added, "but he doesn't seem like he wants to play."
"What if we teach him?" the first woman suggested, "what if we show him how wonderful love can be? What if we show him that we're the only ones who can truly satisfy his needs?"
"Forget that! I just want to fuck him!" shouted a third cultist, her lust evident in her tone.
The sinful chorus of feminine voices echoed through the underground halls as the Daughters of Aitra dragged Koruel further into their den of depravity.
"Stop! Stop!" the angel boy cried out, trying desperately to free himself. "You cannot force me to do this! I am an agent of Her Divine Grace! Release me immediately!"
The women laughed at him, taunting him with their perverse intentions.
"You are nothing but a weak little angel boy," one of them sneered, "a mere pawn to the Goddess of Truth. We don't answer to your Goddess; we answer to Aitra. The Dark Mother wants us to turn you into our beloved son ... You'll see!"
"I shall never submit to such evil!" Koruel shouted defiantly, "Aitra is a being of darkness and corruption! She is a demoness, not a deity! The Goddess would never sanction the debauchery you practice!"
"If your Goddess would condemn us then why did she send you?" another cultist laughed derisively. "She wanted you to join us in our sin! Why else would she deliver such a delicious meal right to our doorstep?"
"No, that's not true! You speak blasphemy!"
The angel boy resisted valiantly, but his strength failed him. Koruel, high inquisitor of the Goddess' holy army, whose undaunted faith and bravery was known across the heavens, fell helplessly before the wicked women. Their lust-addled magic drained the holy essence from Koruel's body, rendering him nothing but a frail boy with wings and a dull halo. The Daughters of Aitra quickly pinned him down, binding him in place while they swarmed around his defeated form. Their hands roamed over every inch of the angel boy, rubbing, caressing, and tugging at him with their soft, slender fingers.