Defilement of the Divine Chapter 5 - Harmony's Silenced Song

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Harmony's voice soared through the vaulted heights of the Celestial Cathedral, pure as starlight distilled into sound. Her slender throat vibrated with divine power, each note perfectly pitched to maintain the intricate harmonic weave that shielded Heaven's warriors. The song was more than beautiful: it was salvation itself, protection against the darkness that even now battered at Heaven’s walls. The choir’s holy, protective music was her responsibility, and she led the singers through hymn after hymn in an endless long, her silver-white hair floating around her face like a heavenly nimbus as currents of divine energy flowed through the Cathedral's crystal chambers. Her mother-of-pearl wings extended fully behind her, their gossamer feathers catching the eternal light that streamed through the Cathedral's towering windows. Their formation — twelve angels arranged in a sacred geometric pattern — amplified the protective vibrations that flowed outward through Heaven's concentric circles.

"Maintain the seventh harmony," Harmony instructed, her hands tracing elegant arcs that left trails of luminous notes suspended in the air. "Focus on the resonance points. Seraphina's forces require our strength now more than ever."

The dozen voices blended perfectly, each note interlocking with the others to create a protective lattice of sound. These were not merely songs but divine architectures of harmonic energy, designed to reinforce Heaven's golden walls against the forces that sought to breach them. Every trilled note strengthened the shields that protected Seraphina's warriors as they fought at the gates, every sustained tone repaired weaknesses in Heaven's defenses.

From beyond the Cathedral's walls came the distant sounds of battle, the clash of celestial steel against demonic weapons, the thunderous impacts of forces beyond mortal comprehension. Even through the Cathedral's perfect acoustics, designed to isolate and purify sacred sound, these echoes of war penetrated. Yet the choir sang on, their discipline unbroken, their faith unwavering.

Harmony noticed one of the younger angels, Melodia, falter slightly, her golden voice catching on a difficult sustained note. The angel's wings trembled, sending a cascade of light-motes scattering across the floor. Beads of sweat formed on her alabaster brow, and her eyes darted nervously toward the massive crystal doors.

"Maintain focus, Melodia," Harmony commanded gently. "Your voice is the shield that guards our sisters battling on the walls. Heaven stands while we sing!"

Melodia nodded, her voice steadying as she found her place again in the complex harmonic structure. But Harmony had seen that same fear reflected in the eyes of all her choir since the battle began. The rumors had spread through every corner of Heaven: a plague had somehow breached the sacred walls, corrupting even the blessed souls that dwelled in eternal peace. All of Heaven’s healers had been called on just to try to contain it, and splitting their effort between the soldiers on the wall and the plague behind their backs meant neither problem was being handled sufficiently.

Harmony fought not to let her own concern show as she guided the choir through another complex passage. She believed in Ariadne's abilities as Heaven's greatest healer. If anyone could stop this corruption, it would be her. Yet no word had come from the healing sanctuaries, and the disturbances at Heaven's gates had grown more frequent, more violent.

Another thunderous impact shook the crystal doors, and this time a network of fractures spread through their translucent surface. The sound was no longer distant — whatever sought entrance was now directly outside the most sacred chamber of Heaven. Harmony felt a flash of terror. They weren’t warriors… they were artists, priests of Lumina’s perfection to sing her praises. Harmony had power, but that power’s purpose wasn’t to fight… they relied on the warriors of Heaven to defend them, the walls of Heaven to hide behind.

Surely some of those warriors would come for them. Surely those walls would hold.

"Keep the melody!" Harmony's voice rang out, steady despite the terror that threatened to close her throat. "Focus on the seventh resonance! Protect Seraphina and her warriors!"

Without warning several of the Cathedral's windows suddenly shattered, spraying crystal fragments across the choir platform. Angels cried out in alarm but maintained their positions, their discipline holding even as fear threatened to overwhelm them. Through the broken windows came sounds that had never before been heard in Heaven's sacred halls: wet, gurgling moans that seemed to mock the choir's divine harmony.

Harmony gasped as she beheld the horror that poured through the broken windows. Hundreds of plague-corrupted souls, once pure humans brought to paradise to live for their virtuous lives, pressed through the openings… but they didn’t look so pure anymore. The plague… it had transformed them into monstrosities of rotting flesh and burning hunger. They climbed through the shattered openings with impossible agility, their once-blessed bodies now vessels for corruption.

Their flesh oozed with pustules, yellow fluid leaking from blackened sores that pulsed with unnatural life. Their eyes burned with unholy fire, and their mouths hung open in hungry, twisted grins that revealed teeth elongated into yellowed fangs. Tattered remnants of celestial garments still clung to their corrupted forms, a cruel reminder of what they had once been.

But worst of all was that Harmony recognized many of them. These were good people, and she could see a terrible fear and disgust lurking behind their eyes. They didn’t want to this… the sickness in their veins was corrupting them against their will. Harmony recognized a former healer whose compassion had earned her a place among the blessed, now crawling along the crystal ceiling with her head twisted completely backward. A once-beloved teacher whose lessons had guided generations of children now slithered across the floor, his spine bent at impossible angles, his hands reaching hungrily toward the nearest singing angel.

"We cannot harm them," gasped a young choir angel, her golden voice faltering as the first wave surrounded her. Her wing tips trembled with horror as the corrupted souls reached for her flowing robes. "They are innocent souls!"

The corrupted masses showed no such restraint. They surged forward like a tide of rotting flesh, hands grasping and tearing at the angelic robes of the nearest choir members. A once-saintly woman with pustules erupting from her eye sockets grabbed a handful of sacred feathers and yanked, causing an angel to scream in pain though she somehow maintained her crucial notes.

"Keep singing!" Harmony cried out as she tried to maintain the protective harmonies even as chaos erupted around her. Her angelic magic flared, temporarily resealing several of the shattered windows, but dozens of corrupted souls were already inside, advancing on her vulnerable choir.

The massive crystal doors continued to shudder under repeated impacts, fractures spreading like frozen lightning through their once-impenetrable surface. Whatever battered at them — something far stronger than the corrupted souls — would soon break through. The cathedral that had stood inviolate since the dawn of creation was about to fall.

Harmony's voice rose in desperate counterpoint to the moans of the corrupted, her wings spread wide as if to shelter her entire choir. Her silver hair whipped around her face as divine energy crackled through the Cathedral, her last attempt to reinforce the protective song that was Heaven's only hope.

The tide of plagued souls surged forward, their rotting hands reaching for the singers, their corrupted mouths dripping fluid that sizzled when it struck the sacred floor. Harmony stood her ground at the center of her choir even as the first of the corrupted reached the outer ring of angels.

The corrupted souls swarmed through the shattered windows, their plague-riddled bodies leaving trails of putrid slime across the consecrated floor. Her choir, the twelve most disciplined singers in all of Heaven, struggled to maintain their positions as the tide of corrupted souls pressed closer. Their white robes gleamed in the fading light, their wings extended in displays of defiance even as fear made their voices waver. The complex mathematical progressions of rhythm and tune and harmony in their sacred song wavered but held, each angel finding strength in centuries of discipline.

The massive crystal doors shuddered again, a sound like the breaking of worlds echoing through the Cathedral's perfect acoustics. Whatever sought entrance was growing impatient, its power palpable even through the still-intact barrier.

Harmony wasn't sure how long the door would hold, but they had to maintain the song — Heaven's defenders depended on it. Her own voice soared above her sisters' to reinforce the protective hymn. If they could hold out long enough, Seraphina would send reinforcements. Perhaps—

A sickening scream tore through the harmony as three corrupted men reached one of the singing angels at the outer edge of the formation. Their plague-riddled hands seized her wings, yanking her from her position and dragging her to the marble floor with shocking violence. Her sacred hymns transformed into screams of agony as they tore at her ceremonial robes, exposing her divine flesh to their corrupted gaze.

"No!" Harmony cried out, but she couldn't stop conducting, couldn't risk breaking the protective harmony that shielded Seraphina and her warriors. Her wings flared with golden light as she tried to channel additional power to the fallen angel, but the corruption spreading through the Cathedral dampened her abilities. "Sing through it! The song must not falter!"

The angel's screams pierced Harmony's heart as the corrupted souls pinned her wings against the crystal floor, the delicate bones cracking audibly under the weight of their violence. The first of them, face now a mass of weeping sores, forced her thighs apart while the others held her down, his plague-riddled member thrusting brutally into her untouched sex.

The angel's body convulsed with pain, her halo flickering as corruption seeped into her divine essence. Yet somehow, impossibly, the violated angel maintained the crucial notes between her screams, her voice blending with Harmony's own as more corrupted souls descended upon her, forcing themselves into every orifice of her sacred body.

The once-pious monk, his eyes now burning with unholy fire, twisted the angel's head back and forced his diseased cock into her mouth, stifling her screams. The teacher, his spine contorted into an impossible arch, ripped away the last of her robes and began to lick her wing joints with a blackened tongue, corruption seeping into the divine appendages with each touch.

But the corruption was spreading like wildfire. Another angel cried out as five plagued souls seized her by her flowing hair and dragged her to the ground. Her wings beat frantically against the marble floor as they tore at her ceremonial garments away and left them nude. One by one, Harmony watched in growing despair as her choir-sisters were dragged down and violated. The Cathedral's perfect acoustics, designed to amplify divine harmony, now betrayed them: It broadcast every wet slap of corrupted flesh against angelic skin, every guttural moan of violation, every desperate sob.

A once-holy woman, her face now half-melted with corruption, grabbed an angel's halo and used it as leverage to force the celestial being's face between her festering thighs. Two corrupted men held the angel's wings pinned to the floor, the sensitive feathers being crushed beneath their rotting weight. Another angel screamed as three plague-carriers simultaneously violated her, their cocks stretching her divine orifices beyond capacity, blood and divine essence mingling on the crystal floor beneath them.

Despite the defilement, several angels maintained their positions in the choir formation, their voices wavering but intact as they watched their sisters' violation. Tears streamed down their perfect faces, their wings trembling with fear and outrage, but their discipline held. The sacred geometry of Heaven's protective harmony wavered but did not break, the perfection of their song maintaining its crucial function even as the singers themselves faced defilement.

The angel who had been the first to fall now lay in a growing pool of corrupted fluids, her once-golden eyes glazed with shock as more than a dozen plagued souls used her body simultaneously. Despite her violation, however, her voice still joined the harmony, broken and pain-filled but present and keeping up the rhythm even if she had to scream the tones.

The massive crystal doors of the inner sanctuary finally shattered inward as something unbelievably powerful struck them, raining glittering shards across the choir's platform. The sound was deafening, a crystalline thunder that momentarily drowned out even the screams of the violated angels. Through the ruined doorway poured thousands more plague-carriers, their bodies a grotesque mockery of the perfection they once achieved in Heaven.

Once-sacred priests, virtuous mothers, heroic soldiers, innocent children — all now transformed into vessels of corruption, their blessed souls trapped within defiled flesh that hungered only for violation and desecration. They flooded into the Cathedral like a tide of rotting humanity, their moans a blasphemous parody of heavenly chorus.

Melodia, the young angel who had faltered earlier, froze as the horde approached her position. Her golden voice caught mid-note, her wings folding protectively around her body as terror overwhelmed her centuries of training. The protective harmony wavered dangerously as her crucial notes faltered.

"Maintain the song, Melodia!" Harmony called out as she tried to compensate for the gap in the harmonic structure. "Focus on the pattern! We must–"

A once-sacred priest, his clerical vestments hanging in rotting tatters from his corrupted form, seized Melodia by the throat, his plague-blackened fingers digging into her celestial flesh. Her eyes widened in terror as he lifted her off the ground, her wings beating frantically against his unnatural strength. Five others surrounded her, their corrupted hands reaching for her ceremonial robes, tearing the sacred garments away to expose her divine form.

"Sing, Melodia!" Harmony commanded, her voice breaking as she witnessed another of her choir being defiled. "Sing through it!"

The priest threw Melodia to the marble floor with such force that the crystal cracked beneath her. Her wings splayed awkwardly as five corrupted souls pinned them against the fractured surface, pulling feathers as they positioned themselves around her.

Melodia's scream echoed through the Cathedral, a perfect high note of agony that somehow found its place in the protective harmony. Blood flowed from between her legs as the priest violated her with savage thrusts, his corrupted seed spilling into her divine womb with each brutal penetration. Yet somehow she maintained her part in the song, her voice broken by sobs but still contributing to the preservation of Heaven's wards.

"The song has to come f-urk!” Harmony’s plea cut off as a plague-riddled woman with festering tits grabbed Harmony's flowing silver hair and yanked. Pain shot through her scalp, but she maintained her grip through sheer force of will. Three corrupted men circled her like wolves, their diseased members erect and throbbing with unholy hunger.

Harmony kicked out with divine strength, sending one flying across the chamber to crash into a crystal pillar… and the horror of it hurt. That was a mortal soul… an innocent soul, a good soul. She had just harmed him. That was contrary to her purpose, and the pain that caused made her whole body shake. The weakness it brought on made it easy for the sheer number of other plagued men and women to overwhelm her faltering resistance, hands groping her sacred flesh through her robes. She maintained the crucial notes of the protective harmony even as corrupted fingers dug into her ass, squeezing the divine flesh with bruising force. Another set of hands grabbed her breasts through the thin fabric of her ceremonial garment, pinching and twisting her nipples until she gasped with pain.

Still, she conducted. Still, she sang. The harmony wavered but held, her voice rising above the cacophony of violation and corruption that filled the once-sacred Cathedral. Heaven's shield depended on her song, and she would sing until her last breath if necessary.

The corrupted souls pressed closer, their diseased hands exploring every curve of her body through her robes, their hot breath on her neck as they prepared to tear away the last barrier between their corruption and her divine flesh. Through tears of pain and outrage, Harmony fought against the plague-ridden hands that groped and tore at her ceremonial robes. One by one, the angels of the choir were dragged screaming to the Cathedral floor. The choir was falling apart around her, sacred voices transforming into screams as multiple infected cocks violated every celestial orifice. The raped angels were disciplined enough to maintain the crucial sacred harmony, their voices blending with Harmony's own as they were stripped and mounted by the relentless horde… but for how long?

Harmony watched as a once-virtuous mother, her face now a mass of suppurating boils, forced an angel's face between her corrupted thighs while three plague-ridden men used the angel's other openings simultaneously. Blood streamed from the angel's torn wings where corrupted souls had ripped out handfuls of sacred feathers, yet her voice still carried the crucial third harmonic that reinforced Heaven's shields. Another angel hung suspended between two corrupted souls, one forcing his diseased cock into her mouth while the other penetrated her from behind, their rotting hands digging into the sensitive joint where her wings connected to her shoulder blades. Her halo flickered with each brutal thrust, yet she hummed the essential counter-melody around the cock violating her throat. Even Melodia, pinned beneath the weight of the corrupted priest and bleeding from multiple violations, maintained her part in the protective song. Her voice cracked with each savage thrust into her torn sex, yet the notes were precise, the timing perfect — centuries of discipline holding even as her body was defiled beyond comprehension.

Harmony felt her own ceremonial robes being torn away, the sacred fabric shredding under corrupted hands to expose her divine flesh to the hungry eyes of the horde. Her magnificent breasts spilled free, full, heavy globes capped with rose-pink nipples that hardened instantly in the cold air. Unlike the diseased, pustule-covered demons surrounding her, Harmony's skin glowed with otherworldly perfection, alabaster smooth and untouched by corruption.

Cold, plague-riddled fingers groped her tits, pinching and twisting her sensitive nipples until she cried out in pain, her back arching involuntarily. Still, she maintained the melody, her conductor's rod moving in perfect time despite the violation of her body.

As the demons tore away the lower portion of her robes, they revealed smooth legs that seemed like they could wrap around the world, and the toned, silken limbs that trembled as rough hands forced them apart. Her rapid, panicked breathing made her luscious tits quiver and bounce, drawing even more attention from the demonic horde. The contrast between her divine perfection and their rotting flesh only inflamed their lust, their diseased cocks hardening as they circled her like vultures, waiting to defile Heaven's most beautiful voice and body.

A corrupted woman, her once-blessed face now half melted into a mass of pustules, grabbed Harmony by the hair and forced her mouth open, shoving festering breasts against the choirmaster's face. "Sing for us, pretty bird," the corrupted woman growled, her voice a wet gurgle that mocked the divine harmonies. "Sing while we fuck the purity out of you."

Two corrupted men seized Harmony's legs, their diseased hands digging into her thighs with bruising force as they spread her wide. The first positioned himself at her entrance, his plague-riddled cock throbbing with unnatural hunger as he pressed against her untouched pussy. Harmony had existed since the dawn of creation, her divine purpose focused entirely on Heaven's sacred harmonies: her body had never known anyone’s touch, not like this.

The pain when he thrust into her was blinding, a violation not just of flesh but of divine purpose. Her virginal walls tore around his massive girth, blood and divine essence mingling as he pumped into her relentlessly. Harmony screamed against the corrupted breast pressed against her face, but somehow maintained the crucial notes of the protective harmony, her conducting rod never faltering in its perfect rhythm.

The plague-carrier moaned in pleasure, his voice once belonging to a devout father who had earned his place in Heaven through a lifetime of kindness. Now it emerged from a throat half-eaten by corruption, the words mangled by a tongue swollen with disease. "The choirmaster's cunt is so fucking tight. Who wants her next?"

A dozen corrupted souls pressed forward eagerly, their diseased members rigid with anticipation as they waited their turn to violate Heaven's most sacred musician. The woman grinding against Harmony's face shifted position, allowing her to breathe but forcing her to look directly at the face of the man violating her, a face covered in weeping sores that oozed yellowish fluid with each thrust. The man violating Harmony finished with a guttural moan, flooding her sacred womb with corrupted seed that burned like acid inside her. Before she could catch her breath, another took his place, this one even larger, his cock distended with pustules that tore at her already bleeding walls. A third grabbed her silver hair, yanking her head back to force himself into her mouth, stifling her cries as he began to thrust into her throat.

Through the haze of pain and violation, Harmony saw it when a massive alabaster figure emerged through the Cathedral's shattered entrance. At first, her violated mind thought it might be a reinforcement from Seraphina — some powerful warrior angel come to rescue them. But as the figure moved into the golden light that still filtered through the remaining intact windows, horror beyond even what she had already endured filled her.

This was no angel, no heavenly savior. This was something far worse than the plague-carrying souls: a greater demon of immense power. Its towering form was pure white like bleached bone, multiple arms extending from its torso, each ending in crystalline hands capable of unimaginable cruelty. Instead of a face, it bore concentric rings of mouths, hundreds of tiny screaming faces arranged in perfect geometric patterns that mocked Heaven's sacred mathematics.

Harmony had seen descriptions of this monster in Heaven's archives — A Great Demon, Purgator. A leviathan of false purity, born from humanity's worst genocides and ethnic cleansings. How had such a powerful demon breached Heaven's outer defenses? How had it managed to infiltrate this far into the sacred realm?

The man violating Harmony's throat withdrew to watch the demon's entrance, allowing her to gasp for breath. He must have been the one battering down the door, she thought through the haze of pain and violation. If a greater demon had penetrated this far into Heaven, they were in much more danger than Harmony had even dreamed.

Purgator's concentric-ringed mouth of screaming faces chanted in unison, hundreds of tiny voices blending into a single terrible command: "Silence the divine. Purify the impure."

The corrupted souls parted before the demon like waves, many prostrating themselves in debased worship. The plague-ridden man still violating Harmony's bleeding sex continued his brutal thrusts, but his eyes were fixed on the alabaster demon with religious fervor.

"Hold the harmony!" Harmony shrieked between thrusts, her voice gurgling through a throat raw from violation. Her fluttering wings managed to knock the man off of her, but seconds later she was seized by three more corrupted souls. "The song is all that protects Heaven! Maintain the pattern!"

The remaining angels of her choir, each being violated by multiple plague-carriers, struggled to obey. Their once-perfect voices were broken by pain and terror, yet they still fought to maintain the music. Divine blood mixed with corrupted semen across the Cathedral floor, pooling around broken feathers and torn sacred robes.

Purgator moved with terrible purpose through the Cathedral, its multiple arms reaching out to caress the crystalline pillars that had amplified heavenly song since creation's dawn. Where it touched, the perfect crystal blackened and cracked, corruption spreading through the sacred architecture with alarming speed.

"Sing!" Harmony commanded as another corrupted soul forced himself back into her mouth, his diseased cock scraping against the roof of her mouth as he began to thrust. He tasted of rot and corruption, his pre-cum like acid on her divine tongue, but she worked her throat around him, desperate to maintain enough breath to continue the crucial notes.

She gagged as corrupted seed flooded her divine mouth, the taste bitter and foul, but she swallowed reflexively, desperate to clear her throat enough to maintain the song that protected Heaven. It wavered dangerously as more angels were overwhelmed by pain and violation, their crucial parts in the harmony faltering as Purgator's presence dampened their divine abilities.

The demon's alabaster form loomed larger as it approached the center of the Cathedral, its thousands of mouths speaking in perfect unison: "The song ends. The divine falls. Purity through cleansing."

Harmony stared in horror as Purgator reached the first of her choir angels still being violently raped: Melodia. The young angel's eyes widened in terror as the demon's shadow fell across her violated form, her voice faltering for the first time since her rape began.

"Maintain the harmony, Melodia!" Harmony screamed through her raw throat. "Don't stop singing! Heav—"

Her command was cut short as another corrupted soul forced himself into her mouth, silencing her words but not her song. Around the invading cock, she maintained the crucial notes, her eyes locked with Melodia's as, across the Cathedral, Purgator reached the young angel. The alabaster demon's massive form cast a stark shadow across the young angel's violated body, dimming the golden light that still clung to her trembling wings. Despite the brutal rape she had endured, Melodia's voice had never faltered from the sacred harmony, her discipline a testament to centuries of devotion. Now, as the demon loomed over her, her perfect notes wavered for the first time, fear overwhelming even her celestial training.

Purgator's thousands of tiny mouths curved into identical smiles as he surveyed the angel beneath him. With casual cruelty, he shoved aside the plague victims who had been violating her, sending them sprawling across the corrupted marble. "Insignificant carrion," the demon's many mouths spoke in perfect unison, the sound like a thousand whispers layered into a single voice. "Your purpose is fulfilled. The path is cleared for purification." Then the pale demon sank down upon Melodia, his multiple arms working with methodical cruelty. One set pinned her wings to the floor, the crystalline fingers digging into the sensitive joint where the divine appendages connected to her shoulder blades. Another set forced her thighs apart with clinical efficiency, exposing her bleeding sex still leaking the corrupted seed of her previous rapists.

It was the third set of hands that filled Harmony with the greatest horror, though. These reached for Melodia's halo, the sacred crown that marked her as a being of celestial light. Purgator's fingers wrapped around the golden band, which flickered and pulsed as if sensing the imminent violation.

"No!" Harmony screamed through her violated throat, the sound gurgling around the diseased cock that continued to pump between her lips. She thrashed, trying to free herself from the three corrupted souls that held her down, but they only tightened their grip, one forcing her legs wider as he positioned himself at her bleeding entrance and began yet another rape of the disgraded angel.

Across the Cathedral, Melodia's eyes widened with pure terror as Purgator began to pull on her halo, slowly, methodically, testing the resistance. The sacred band was not merely resting on her head but was fused with her very essence. It should be almost impossible to remove while an angle still lived…

But it should have been impossible for a Greater Demon to enter the Grand Gathedral, too.

"The impure must be marked," Purgator's thousand mouths intoned as he began to tug harder, his crystalline fingers digging into the halo's surface. "The defiled must be branded. The unworthy light must be harvested."

Melodia's scream harmonized perfectly with the sacred music still struggling to maintain Heaven's defense — a high, pure note of agony that somehow found its place within the protective song. Her wings beat frantically against Purgator's restraining hands, divine blood flowing where his crystal fingers cut into the delicate bones.

The demon's massive member ridged with crystalline barbs that caught the fading golden light lined up against her already-torn entrance. With one brutal thrust, he impaled her, driving deeper than any of the corrupted souls had reached. The size of him was impossible, tearing new wounds in her divine flesh as the barbs scraped against her celestial walls. Purgator began a rhythmic violation of the young angel, each thrust calculated for maximum pain and degradation. He raped her hard and brutally, slamming into her with such force that the crystal floor beneath her began to crack further, spiderweb fractures spreading outward from the point of impact. With each thrust, he pulled harder on her halo, gradually separating the divine crown from her essence. "Your music is foul," the demon's thousand mouths whispered, his voice somehow carrying over Melodia's screams. "Your purity is a lie that requires cleansing."

Melodia's voice, which had maintained the perfect pitch despite her violation by the plague victims, began to waver as Purgator's crystalline cock tore through her divine womb. Blood mixed with corrupted fluid flowed from between her legs, pooling beneath her in a growing stain that spread across the fractured marble.

Yet still she sang, her voice broken by sobs but maintaining the crucial harmonic that reinforced Heaven's shields. Her discipline held even as Purgator's relentless pulling on her halo caused visible damage to her divine essence, golden light leaking from the connection point like blood from a mortal wound.

Harmony watched in agony, her own body continuing to be violated by multiple plague victims. The corrupted soul in her mouth finished with a groan, flooding her throat with diseased seed that burned like acid going down. Before she could catch her breath, another took his place, forcing himself between her lips with brutal efficiency.

Between her legs, two plague victims fought over who would rape her next, their diseased cocks dripping with pus as they shoved each other aside. The winner, once a beloved father who had earned his place in Heaven through devotion to his children, forced himself into her bleeding sex with a triumphant howl, his diseased member stretching her torn walls further. Her eyes, though, remained fixed on Melodia: watching in horror as Purgator's brutal treatment of the young singer progressed towards its inevitable, violent conclusion.

The alabaster demon's thrusts intensified, the cracks in the floor beneath Melodia spreading with each impact. Her screams had transformed into choked gasps as the pain overwhelmed even her celestial endurance. The halo was now halfway detached, golden essence streaming from the connection point like blood from an arterial wound.

"Your resistance is insignificant," Purgator's thousand mouths whispered in perfect synchronization. "Your divine light is irrelevant. Your purity is a lie!"

With a final, devastating pull, Purgator tore the halo completely free. The angel's song died in a gurgling scream as her crown detached with a sound like shattering crystal, leaving behind a wound in her spiritual essence that no healing could ever mend. Golden light exploded outward from the separation point, temporarily illuminating the Cathedral in a flash of divine agony.

Melodia's body convulsed beneath the demon, her wings spasming against the marble floor as her divine essence was permanently damaged. Her eyes, once the color of Heaven's golden light, dulled to a flat brass.

And once the scream ended, she did not start singing again.

Purgator climaxed inside the broken angel, his corrupted seed flooding her womb as her divine light flickered and faded. The demon's thousand mouths opened in a silent scream of pleasure, the concentric rings of faces distorting with ecstasy as he emptied himself into the violated vessel beneath him.

The other angels still being raped across the Cathedral cried out in horror as they witnessed Melodia's mutilation. Their voices wavered dangerously, threatening the integrity of the protective harmony that Harmony fought so desperately to maintain.

Purgator stood, leaving the destroyed angel to suffer beneath the renewed attention of the plague-victims. They fell upon her like wolves, fighting over the chance to violate the crippled angel: a celestial being whose divine light had been extinguished. An eternity of suffering stretched before Melodia now, with little to no hope of healing or restoration. The demon held the stolen halo up to the fading golden light that still filtered through the Cathedral's few intact windows. The sacred crown pulsed with divine energy, though dimmer now that it had been severed from its rightful bearer. With terrible casualness, Purgator slid the halo onto his alabaster arm like a bracelet, a trophy of his conquest. "One purification complete," his thousand mouths intoned in perfect unison as he looked around the room, and his eyes fixated on a blonde angel who was still singing despite the three plague victims violating her simultaneously. "Twelve remaining."

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Only Harmony still sang.

Heaven’s choirmaster lay on the center of the Cathedral’s corrupted floor, her body lay violated beyond recognition and covered in the fluids of hundreds of plagued rapists. Despite that, her voice and her divine purpose somehow remained intact. Around her, the Cathedral that had stood inviolate since creation's dawn now lay in ruins, its crystalline pillars fractured and darkened with corruption, its perfect acoustics carrying the sounds of violation rather than sacred song. Twelve of her sisters lay broken across the Cathedral floor, their wings torn to bloody stumps, their bodies used as receptacles by dozens of plague-carriers who continued their violation long after the angels had their songs silenced.

Melodia lay nearest to Harmony, her once-radiant face now slack with permanent damage to her divine essence. Five plague victims continued to use her body simultaneously, forcing themselves into every orifice, and she just laid there letting it happen without resistance. Her wings, once gossamer appendages of divine light, now lay in tatters beneath her, bloody stumps with only a few broken feathers remaining. Near the shattered altar, three other choir angels had been bound together with their own torn wings, their bodies positioned for maximum accessibility as corrupted souls mounted them in turns. Their halos were gone, their divine light extinguished. Another, the golden-haired angel who had been the second target after Melodia, was pinned spread-eagle against one of the cathedral’s fractured pillars, her wings nailed to the sacred stone with shards of the broken windows. Plague victims took turns climbing the pillar to violate her, their diseased seed dripping down the crystal in profane rivulets.

Purgator had moved methodically between them, raping each angel with all the brutality he could muster before tearing away their halos one by one. Each new trophy had been added to the collection on his arm, a grotesque bracelet of divinity that clinked obscenely with his every movement. The protective harmony that had shielded Heaven's defenders had dwindled to a single voice — Harmony's.

Through split lips and a cum-flooded throat, she forced out the notes that might still save Seraphina and the other defenders on the walls… the song that might still preserve some fragment of paradise. The music was fragile and wavering, but somehow it was held intact through Harmony's sheer talent and force of will. Every second that Harmony maintained the song gave them a chance to repel the invasion and come to Harmony’s aid.

"Still singing. Your persistence offends me, songbird," Purgator growled as, finally, his towering form approaching her. The twelve halos on his arm clinked together like obscene bracelets, their divine light dimmed but not extinguished. "The choir must be purified. The song must be silenced. Heaven's defense will fall."

Around her, the corrupted souls formed a circle, their plague-ridden bodies swaying in mockery of celestial ceremony. What had once been virtuous humans brought to paradise now served as vessels for corruption, their blessed souls trapped within violated flesh that hungered only for desecration.

They parted for Purgator as he approached, his alabaster body towering over Harmony's blood-streaked form. The crystal floor beneath her was slick with blood and corrupted seed, the sacred geometrical patterns that had amplified Heaven's music now serving only to broadcast her violation throughout the realm. His multiple arms descended, two pinning her shattered wings to the floor with such force that the remaining intact bones snapped audibly. Two more arms spread her blood-slicked thighs, exposing her violated sex to his gaze. The corrupted souls around them moaned in anticipation, many masturbating their diseased members as they prepared to witness the final defilement.

Purgator's massive member, ridged with crystalline barbs that caught what little golden light remained in the corrupted Cathedral, pressed against her already-torn entrance. The size of it dwarfed even the largest of the plague victims who had violated her, the crystalline structure pulsing with unnatural hunger. “Your singing gives me a headache,” the demon hissed.

"I will sing until creation ends," Harmony defied him, though her voice cracked on the final note.

Purgator's thousand mouths curved in identical smiles, the concentric rings of tiny faces expressing satisfaction at her defiance. "Then creation shall end," he replied… and he thrust upward with devastating force.

Harmony's scream harmonized with her last desperate note as Purgator's crystalline cock tore deep into her and through her divine womb, shredding tissue never meant to know such violation. Blood fountained around his member as he impaled her with hideous violence, the barbs catching and tearing at her celestial walls with each brutal thrust.

In agonizing slow motion, Harmony felt the searing agony as Purgator's monstrous, crystal-tipped member tore through the inviolate barrier and into her untouched womb. The sensation of being split apart, of her very essence being shredded by his unyielding length, washed over her in nauseating waves. Her song faltered, the ethereal notes shattering into discordant shards as she arched her back, straining against the unbearable intrusion.

Her once-pristine wings, now a broken tangle of feathers and bloodied stumps, flailed helplessly against the alabaster floor beneath her as Purgator relentlessly pistoned his colossal girth into her ravaged core. The jagged barbs that lined his shaft caught on the sensitive folds of her angelic passageway, tearing and ripping as he brutally claimed what was never his to take. A bestial growl escaped his thousand mouths, a symphony of depravity that clashed with the last vestiges of harmony still hanging in the air.

Lukewarm blood, both hers and stolen from those before her, pooled around them in a grotesque imitation of a lover's bath. The metallic tang of it mingled with the sulfuric stench of Hell that had permeated the once-pure Cathedral; a noxious assault on all her senses. Her vision blurred, but through the haze of pain and tears, she could still make out the malicious glee etched on Purgator's twisted visage as he defiled her very existence.

Still she sang. She sang right up until he began to force his arm, still adorned with her sisters' halos, directly down her throat.

Her eyes widened in horror as his crystalline fingers pushed past her lips, stretching her jaw beyond its natural capacity. His fist scraped against her teeth, ripping several of them out as Purgator forced his arm deeper. "Stop that wretched singing," his thousand mouths cursed together. "Know when you are beaten, winged whore!"

Harmony gagged as the arm reached the back of her throat, her divine gag reflex triggering as Purgator continued to push inexorably deeper. She felt the halos of her sisters scraping down her esophagus as his arm reached impossibly deep inside her, stretching her throat until blood vessels burst beneath her skin. The taste of divinity mixed with corruption filled her mouth, a blasphemous communion that signaled the end of all she had protected.

Her perfect pitch faltered as her throat was stuffed full, even as Purgator's cock continued to burrow deeper into her sacred channel. The crystalline barbs tore at her celestial womb, ripping through the divine barrier to penetrate her abdominal cavity. Pain beyond anything she had experienced in her eternal existence flooded her consciousness.

Purgator's arm continued its obscene invasion of her throat, pushing impossibly deep, defying the physical limitations of her divine form. The stolen halos scraped against her internal organs as his arm reached her chest cavity, the metal of divinity cutting into the sacred flesh that housed her immortal heart. Simultaneously, his crystalline cock continued its devastating penetration, tearing upward through her violated womb, past her intestines, into her chest cavity. The two appendages stretched toward each other inside her broken body.

Her final note died in a wet gurgle as his fingers met within her chest cavity, wrapping around her still-beating heart. The corrupted souls around them moaned in debauched pleasure, many achieving climax at the sight of Heaven's choirmaster being destroyed from within. Some still rutted against the helpless forms of her choir sisters, while others masturbated their diseased members, spraying corrupted seed across Harmony's violated form.

"Your music ends," Purgator declared, his thousand mouths speaking at once. "And with it, heaven's defense."

As his diseased seed flooded her from below, his fingers simultaneously crushed her heart from above, a perfect synchronization of violation and execution. The last note of heaven's protective harmony died in a wet gurgle as Harmony's divine light extinguished, the golden glow fading from her eyes as her immortal essence was permanently damaged.

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Purgator smiled… the first expression other than contempt to cross his face. Harmony’s halo, his thirteenth and final trophy, detached with a sound like a universe weeping before it fell and clinking against the once-sacred floor of the Cathedral. The holy song that had protected Heaven since creation's dawn shattered completely, the harmonic shield that had reinforced Seraphina's defenses vanishing in an instant.

Purgator withdrew his arm from the dead angel’s throat, strings of blood, golden ichor and corrupted fluid connecting his crystalline fingers to her slack lips. He removed his barbed member from her ruined body with no care for the damage he caused to her dead hole, unconcerned with the divine blood and essence that flowed from her torn flesh.

With the same dismissive detachment that had characterized his entire assault on the Cathedral, he retrieved her fallen halo from the corrupted floor. The sacred crown still pulsed with divine energy, though dimmer now that it had been severed from its rightful bearer. He examined it with his thousand tiny faces, each mouth curving in identical expressions of satisfaction.

"The thirteenth purification is complete," he declared, adding Harmony's halo to his collection. "The conductor is silenced. The choir is cleansed.”

Purgator held Harmony's halo between his crystalline fingers, examining the thirteenth divine crown with clinical satisfaction. Unlike the rest, this one still pulsed with residual power — the choirmaster's essence had been stronger than her sisters', her connection to divine purpose more profound. The alabaster demon carefully slid the halo onto his arm, completing his collection. Thirteen sacred crowns now adorned him like obscene jewelry, their divine light dimmed but not extinguished, the power they contained now serving his purpose rather than Heaven's. The baker's dozen of divine light clinked together as he moved, catching what little golden radiance remained in the corrupted Cathedral.

Behind him, the circle of corrupted souls moaned in debauched unison, many falling upon Harmony's broken body to continue her violation even in death. Purgator's thousand mouths curved in identical expressions of satisfaction, the concentric rings of tiny faces all expressing the same clinical pleasure at a task well done. Profanus had done an excellent job creating an opening for Purgator to enter Heaven, and Pestilens had given him the raw material to start his pogram with, but he had been the only one who could shatter Heaven’s defenses from within.

Beyond the Cathedral's shattered walls, the protective harmony that strengthened both walls and defenders faded as the last notes of Lumina’s hymn echoed for the fi nal time. Without the choir's sacred song reinforcing the shields around Heaven's armies, the warriors of light found their weapons dimming, their armor weakening, their divine strength ebbing away like tide-waters at dusk.

Pleased with himself, Purgator turned away from Harmony's broken form, leaving her to the continued attention of the plague victims who mounted her lifeless body in turns. His purpose in the Cathedral was complete — the choir silenced, the protective harmony destroyed, Heaven's defenses compromised. Now he would proceed to the next phase of purification, seeking new areas of Heaven to cleanse through violation and destruction.

Purgator paused at the shattered entrance, his thousand tiny faces turning for one final survey of his accomplishment. The Celestial Cathedral, once resonating with divine protection, now echoed only with the sounds of defilement… a transformation from sacred to profane executed with perfect precision.

"Purification of Heaven will succeed," his thousand mouths declared in unison. "All angels must be purged."

He stepped through the ruined doorway, the stolen halos on his arm catching the last traces of golden light as he departed to continue his mission elsewhere in the failing paradise. Behind him, the corrupted souls continued their endless violation of the immortal angels, ensuring that the Cathedral would never again serve as a source of divine protection.

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