Back at the monastery on the Isle of Avalon, the forbidden chamber
had become the place where the monks worshiped Lilith, their goddess in
secret, from the outside no one would have realized that the house of
god had been taken over by the demonic queen of lust. The mysterious
monk who had met King Arthur earlier was kneeling in front of Lilith.
"Mistress, I've delivered the Grimoire into the hands of King Arthur as
you've instructed." The monk uncovered his hood reveling himself to be
non other than Nennius, his appearance not one day older than the day
Lilith took him. "You have pleased me slave, you may present your
offering to me." Nennius was ecstatic just by being given the permission
to worship his goddess. He removed his robe and started stroking his
already throbbing cock for her.
Over the
years the monks have built a symbiotic relationship with Lilith. The
demonic pack they formed with Lilith allowed them to stay youthful and
in return they'd serve her and do her bidding. Lilith also gave them the
ability to replenish their spiritual essence by slowly absorbing the
life force from the living environment through meditation. Each month
the monks would take turns to give part of their essence to Lilith as
their offering to her in a worship ritual. This constant supply of
essence was needed to sustain her presence in the human realm and the
process of giving up their essence to Lilith was so addictive that it
became the thing the monks lived for. That was how Lilith kept so many
monks loyal to her, ready to serve, obey and die for her.
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