Well, I figure you took some liberties with the last prompt so I'm doing the same. This is way slower and tamer than most stuff on here but fair warning it contains awful perversions most of you probably haven't even heard of such as arianism, psilanthropism, millennialism and even a tiny bit of gnosticism (not the hardcore stuff though, even I have standards). You can skip the first section if you're only interested in the filthy stuff.

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Theophania. That was the name she'd been given last night. It had rang through her mind since. Why did that scare her more than being told that humanity's salvation lay upon her shoulders? Instinctively those shoulders slumped hunching closer to the scripture in front of her, staring again at the same sentence she'd been reading for the past half hour.

In the beginning was the word.

Memories of Father Jacob, the tall strict Jesuit school teacher, flashed through her mind. She'd had to make one or two confessions regarding her opinion of him when she was young but now her mind turned to his dry lessons on scripture.

"John was almost certainly referencing the Jewish-Hellenic philosopher Philo here, who was referring to the Jewish tradition of referring to god as a word or name. Indeed Jews most commonly refer to god as Hashem which translates as the name, however Philo introduced Hellenic ideas based on the Greek word logos having a double meaning of both word and reason."

Names. Was it a name that had spoke to her last night? She had a new name now. Theophania. It reverberated in her mind and resonated with her soul. For comparison, she forced the name Alice through her head. It was familiar, but small and weak even against the echos of that name still whispered in her skull. Theophania. The noise of it brought a shiver to her hands and as she looked down at the book in front of her. Usually a source of comfort, she slammed it shut as she saw that same sentence staring back at her. More of Father Jacobs lessons drifted into her head.

"The devil can disguise himself as an angel of light and those who hold the most faith in god are his most prized targets."

She steeled her resolve. She would not give in to this most vile of blasphemies. Not once before had she doubted. She had obeyed the nuns as a child, she had listened intently as Father Jacob talked for hours to explain just a single sentence of scripture and she had felt the presence of her savior when she had knelt before him and taken the eucharist on her tongue each Sunday. She swallowed down the bile that rose in her throat and threatened to cover the bible in front of her as she recalled the familiar ritual. While her memories were of a sublime communion with a compassionate god, a feeling that could never be put into words, now the word was clear. LIAR!

Her breathing was ragged as the same feeling that had visited her last night threatened to overwhelm her. There was a sense of light, of power, of majesty beyond measure against which she was the humblest of ants, of compassion and wisdom against which all dissent was only senseless but above all there was a sense of holiness. A divinity unlike anything she had seen before. She had spent her life in search of the divine. She had even fooled herself into thinking she'd seen glimpses of it during mass but now it threatened to overwhelm her. An ancient prayer rolled through her head.

"Rex tremendae maiestatis" King of fearsome majesty

She forced herself to her feet and as she rose the feeling fell away but she had a sense something of it remained. A knowledge of mysteries beyond words, a resolution of contradictions. That something so divine and pure had touched the filth of the world and come away not just unsullied but even yet more holy yet still unchanged. Her mind reeled at the impossibility and the thought that even attempting to understand this was blasphemy rose unbidden. How could that infinite light be reduced to something understandable, and yet to seek to understand god was the most holy of tasks. Her mind turned to the holy task she had been given the night before, but she quickly shook her head. How could god possibly want that? The answers came, licking at the sides of her mind beyond her understanding. Why is there evil at all? Why does somebody have to die in agony to redeem us? Why did god create the devil? Suddenly they all seemed connected, a juxtaposition of the profane and the divine. The mud and the name. The body and the mind. The heart and the soul. The bread and the flesh. The wine and the blood. The sin of sex and the innocence of new life. Her blissful ignorance and this tortured wisdom. The vilest of rapes made into the sweetest of hymns.

Is that what had happened with Father Jacob? When he'd left in a swirl of rumors she, like many of the other girls, had assumed the devil had got to him but was he acting in service of the lord? Again, the knowledge that all were in service of the lord, that even the devil was still his humblest slave rose unbidden but she collected herself and strode towards her room. Her resolve set that she would spend the night in prayer and ask that she better understand the lord that she may see the divine truth and deny the vile filth that rose inside her. Still a single word echoed behind her swirling thoughts.

Theophania.

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"Before the day is through one of you will betray me."

The twelve young girls looked at Theophania in shock before looking at each other. Eventually one of them worked up the courage to ask.

"Who?"

"The one among you who loves me most."

The girls looked almost excited for a moment, It was a title they'd have argued over in any other context but they soured as they realized the implication should they win.

"What's going to happen?" A small voice comes, nearly cracking from fear.

"Tonight you will dine well."

There's a grumble of stomachs and a flash of hope across their gaunt faces as she continues.

"Both in the flesh and in the spirit. For though they may destroy the flesh they cannot destroy the word and you will be the vessels with which my words cover the earth."

The quiet sounds of the city grow louder, until a roar of engines begins to reverberate around the dilapidated church they'd been hiding in for the past three days.

"They are here. Quickly, flee upstairs. They will not find you there."

The girls looked puzzled for a moment. They'd have nowhere to run and they couldn't hide there long, but they trusted their savior and so they filled quickly up the narrow stairway, until only one lingered behind.

"What will happen to you?"

"I will reap the fruits of what has been sown this day. Now go."

Theophania took a deep breath to calm the nerves that threatened to overwhelm her. Then she strode gracefully towards the altar removing her clothing as she went. Sitting on the edge she scooted backwards a little and raised her legs spreading them wide as she reclined backwards and allowed her feet to rest on the altar right as the heavy doors of the church begin to swing open.

"Welcome friends to the house of my father. Alas we have no bread nor wine but still in hospitality I offer you all the fruits of the earth and heavens that you may be sated in both body and spirit."

Miraculously, her words carried up to the clerestory above, audible even over the noise of the mob that began to pour through the church doors and as eleven of the girls huddled near the floor, the last peeked over the edge with her phone in hand.

"Harlot!" "Antichrist!" "Daughter of the Devil!"

"Why have you come here?"

Her words sliced through the noise of the crowd leaving only silence, followed by the slight shuffling of feet. Eyes turned towards a man near the front and he looked from side to side before he spoke.

"To-To stop you from corrupting our kids and spreading this degenerate filth!" A cheer rose from the crowd in response to this, their energy returning.

"Would you not rest in the house of my father first?" Theophania moved one hand from behind her to leave it lying lightly atop her waist, just an inch above her pussy.

"Stop saying that! Stop saying you're the daughter of god."

"Are we not all god's children?" Her finger slowly teases around the outline of her slit.

"You won't tempt me with your lies!"

"You have been fed on nothing but lies. Each week your soul has cried for truth and each week it has been deceived. You were promised flesh and given bread. You were promised blood and given wine."

"We'll have your blood you witch!" Comes a yell from the back.

"Let me have a go with her first."

"Yeah! She clearly wants it."

"And you know what she says about rape!"

"Oi!" The man at the front turns to look behind him for a moment before her turns back towards Theophania, "You- You are going to renounce your devilish ways or- or?"

"Or you're going to rape me to death?" Theophania raises her eyebrow and gives a soft moan as she rubs two fingers firmly down her slit.

The crowd broke, flowing around their leader as he tried half heatedly to hold them back. They quickly descended on the altar but as they drew close they slowed, their raucous aggression replaced by a reverence. They dipped their heads and a silence fell across the crowd. The first man to reach the altar stood between Theophania's open legs and stared down at her in awe. She was so beautiful and pure and yet he wanted nothing more than to ravage and defile her and his mind revolted that he would do such a thing.

"Come here my child," Theophania intoned before wrapping her legs around the man, "In me the filth of rape is made holy. In that which is defiled I am found."

The man's resistance evaporated and he tore his pants down and desperately thrust his hips forwards. Finding his mark, he gives a long groan of satisfaction. The rest of the crowd look on transfixed as he begins to slowly and gently rock his hips backwards and forwards. There's a sigh of relief up on the balcony as the older girl gives a knowing look of reassurance to the rest. This isn't the first time that Theopania's critics have become so supportive upon meeting her.

Down below the man's breathing grows quickly and spurred on by Theophania's soft placid smile and the gentle rocking of her hips he gives a low satisfied groan as he cums inside her. He looks down at her with a guilty expression on his face.

"I'm sorry-"

She interrupts him with a soft kiss to the lips. "I know. I forgive you and I love you."

A moment later he steps backwards and another man nearly pushes him out of the way to take his place. Over the next hour each takes his turn to slowly and gently make love to the goddess that lies naked before them. Finally, they all turn to look as the final man approaches the altar and Theophania is one again face to face with her first accuser. He steps towards her, as spellbound as the others, until... His mind flashes to the knife stashed inside his jacket. He'd told himself he'd brought it for self defense but now... Was he was about to have sex with her? Did they all just have sex with her? Oh god this was just like what happened to those exorcists! He thought to the knife again and in an instant he knew what must be done, but could he really?

He looked at Theophania and there was a moment of understanding before she nodded almost imperceptibly. He stepped forwards and began to reach inside of his jacket when she shook her head just as slightly. Of course! He had to be sure she was distracted. He unzipped his pants and she smiled as he stepped forwards. He was slow at first but quickly increased in pace and as his orgasm neared he knew this was the moment but...

"I'm so sorry"

"I forgive you."

He snatched the knife from his jacket and grabbing Theophania by the hair he yanked her head back and drew the blade firmly across her throat as his cock began to unload inside her. Stepping back he looks down at her battered cunt, stretched wide and oozing thick clumps of semen into the large puddle on the altar below. His eyes were torn upwards as the first of the blood begins to roll down her torso from the deep gash across her throat, just below her serenely smiling face.

The other men go wild and charge towards the altar, each of them trying to grab any part of Theophania they can reach and rub it against their cocks. Within a moment she has a cock in her cunt and mouth. Soon, knives, clubs and other implements come out and those men who can't find a hole make more and her body is stretched and torn as they clamor to make space. Only one man hears the quiet sobbing coming from above as he slowly walks out of the church, his mind wracked with disgust over his murder of young Alice.

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"There's literally video evidence."

"There's video evidence of a girl getting raped and murdered. That doesn't mean she came back three days later."

"There's video evidence of that as well!"

"There's no evidence it's three days later. It could even be a different girl."

"It's clearly the same person. Anyway, I never hear you complain about this stuff on a Sunday. I bet you won't be complaining in two weeks time either."

"Just because I'm a rationalist doesn't mean I don't understand the value of community. Like I can see how excited you are that you might be picked for Desecration day. That's not a bad thing. I'm just not sure why we need to go through all the ceremony just to have an orgy every Sunday or spend half the day reading old stories on Desecration day. It doesn't even make any sense anyway."

"What doesn't make sense?"

"Well after she died the disciples are meant to have been so hungry that they just ate Theophania's cum stained body raw right? And you can see on the video her blood and body is all over the place, but we carefully bleed her and butcher her and then store it for Sundays."

"You atheists are always so ignorant. We do it like that to honor Saint Jude. She was the first Desecration day sacrifice and anyway we need flesh and blood for the eucharist."

"That makes no sense either. Why is she a saint anyway if she's the one who led them to the church?"

"Because she redeemed herself by offering herself up willingly as the Desecration day sacrifice. That's why we try to choose the most sinful girl."

"Is that why I saw you coming out of Father Richards house yesterday morning?"

"I-I was just reviewing scripture, asking what Theophania meant when she said, 'I am the dirt and the rot in which sounds the name. In silence am I heard. When they speak of me they speak only lies.'"

"Well I have an explanation for that one. She did speak only lies."

"Hmmph, Father Richards says it comes back to one of the core tenants of our faith. That blasphemy is holy."

"That makes no sense."

"It's not meant to!"

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I guess I'm going straight to hell and if you made it this far so are you! If anyone has any suggestions on how to explain this on judgement day I'm all ears.

Name: Amy and Lisa
Character: Amy: Friendly, helpful, caring. Lisa: Demure, obedient, quiet.
Scenario: Your good friend Amy has noticed that you've been down recently so she went out shopping before your birthday and got you a present. She didn't mention that she spent five hours searching for the snuff doll that looked most like a younger version of her. She's more than happy to help you enjoy your present. Just try not to mix them up. Friends as good as Amy are hard to come by.