Hailee sat on the stone bench with her legs lightly swinging, the noon light catching warm brown strands in her hair. She watched Elias quietly as he scrubbed the last bit of the floor—watched the small pauses in his breath, the way he avoided looking at her too long, the way he shrank slightly, as if Sancthorn's strictness pressed on him more than the work.
She tapped the empty space beside her.
"Sit," she murmured. "You look like you're about to faint."
He sat slowly, shoulders tense.
"I… there's so much I don't understand," he whispered.
Hailee held the mop like it was her teaching staff.
"Good. Then let's start simple. Ask whatever you want. I'll explain like I'm teaching my little cousins—slow, clear, and with snacks if you behave."
She chuckled softly, then her tone warmed.
"Tell me what confuses you the most."
Elias exhaled shakily.
"Everyone. The people. The powers. Why some glow. Why there are five Paths. What Holy Light is. Wardens. Stones. Trades… everything."
Hailee brightened immediately.
"Oh! My favorite kind of lesson."
She leaned forward, hands folded, her expression warm—almost glowing.
And as she sat close, Elias felt that quiet, magnetic tension she always carried without realizing—gentle, unspoken, innocent, but impossible to ignore.
Her perky young tits rose and fell with every soft breath, robe stretching tight over rock-hard nipples poking through like they begged for rough pinching, her juicy thighs parted just enough on the bench to tease the faint cameltoe outline of her downy pussy mound grinding slick against fabric, sweet innocent pussy musk mixing with steam from the washroom making his innocent mind flicker while the demon inside growled to spread her creamy legs wide and ram balls-deep into that virgin slit until she squirts holy nectar all over the stone floor.
***
"ABOUT SANCTHORN"
Hailee began softly:
"Sancthorn isn't just a proper training place. It's more than an institution. It's a shield built by the Holy Truth itself. Every corner is meant to keep evil out—and keep the pure safe inside. Everything from the bells to the gardens is part of a system bigger than us."
She brushed a dust speck from her skirt, her knee brushing his just barely—accidentally, but enough to make him tense.
That innocent knee-touch sent fire through Elias—the real Elias flinching pure and shy—but his demon surged instantly, imagining pinning her down right there on the bench, ripping her robe open to maul those soft young tits until milk leaks from swollen pink nipples, shoving his throbbing cock between her creamy thighs to split her downy pussy lips gaping wide while choking her gentle throat purple, turning her pure lesson into gagging cum-drooling screams.
"We protect the world from outside," she whispered. "And protect ourselves from changing on the inside."
***
**THE FIVE PATHS**
"Sancthorn runs on the Five Paths of Truth," Hailee said.
"Each Path exists because evil attacks the world in different ways."
She raised one finger.
1. **The Holy Path**
"That's Sister Elizabeth's Path," Hailee explained.
"Rituals, cleansing, healing, caring for Seekers. They manage everything inside Sancthorn—every new Seeker, every procedure, every rule."
"They're strict," Elias murmured.
Hailee smirked softly. "Extremely."
She lifted her second finger.
2. **The Fire Path**
"The front-line fighters. If someone glows like embers, steps like sparks—that's Fire. They burn through missions. They face the hardest evils first."
Third finger.
3. **The Shield Path**
"Defenders. Walls. Sister Alessia is Shield—you saw her armor. They're strong too, but they only fight when absolutely necessary. Their job is protection, not aggression."
Demon eye flickered black at Alessia's name—flashing memories of her stolen soaked whore panties, creamy pussy juice still sticky in his suitcase, those massive milk-dripping tits with purple bite marks begging to be sucked dry while ramming her fat ass cheeks gaping with relentless cock-pounding.
Fourth finger.
4. **The Shadow Path**
Hailee's voice dimmed, almost secretive.
"I was chosen there first… but now I'm in Holy Path."
She leaned closer. "Don't ask why."
She continued in a whisper:
"Shadows go where others can't. They gather secrets, slip into forbidden places, live between evils so they can destroy them from inside. They find weaknesses no one else can see."
Fifth finger.
5. **The Almighty Path**
Her tone dropped.
"Almighty is rare. Very rare. Overwhelming ability, most powerful. Father Thimus… he was part of it. Only him who's still in sancthorn right now. I don't know much more about it it's a mysterious path."
A faint shiver passed through Elias.
Demon laughed inside—Almighty Path perfect for the darkness growing, visions of commanding Hailee to drop to her knees and worship his throbbing cock with her pure mouth, choking on thick demon cum while her downy pussy clenches empty and dripping desperate for ruin.
***
"WHY FIVE?" Elias asked with innocence
"The world isn't one shape," Hailee said simply.
"You can't heal a wound the same way you slay a demon. Each Path protects a different part of life. If even one falls… the world breaks."
***
**HOLY LIGHT**
Elias swallowed. "What is Holy Light? How do you know who has it?"
Hailee softened, voice gentle.
"Holy Light is unseen energy from the 'Holy Truth' placed inside a human. Examiners feel it during the entrance exam. Some show early… some later… some never."
She tapped his chest lightly, playfully.
"If you have it, you can get a 'Holy Weapon' or choose a 'Holy Trade'. But Only one of them, not both together."
Her innocent finger-tap on his chest ignited demon fire—real Elias blushing pure shock, but darkness surging to grab that hand and force it down to grip his rock-hard cock bulging through robe, making her tiny palm stroke the pulsing shaft while he rips her robe to expose those perky tits for brutal pinching and sucking until she whimpers holy prayers mixed with slutty moans.
Her finger lingered for a second longer than strictly necessary.
"You… might have it. Heavy kind."
His heart thumped once, deep.
***
**HOLY WEAPONS**
"Holy weapons are anything blessed through ritual. They match your Light. If a weapon is too strong… it burns you or rejects you."
Elias nodded silently.
***
**HOLY TRADE**
He leaned closer. "Holy Trade… is that magic?"
"It is," Hailee said softly. "But costly."
"You ask for one power. In exchange, you give up something the 'Holy Truth' chooses—something personal. Big sacrifices make stronger, longer abilities. Small sacrifices give weaker ones."
"When it ends… it ends forever. No Holy Weapon afterward."
Elias froze a little.
"And… only two ways to fight?"
Her voice trembled.
"No. One more. Forbidden."
***
**EVIL TRADE**
"Evil Trade," Hailee whispered,
"is the most dangerous thing that exists."
Her playfulness died.
"You can trade with evil endlessly. Power stays forever. But the cost is horrific. Evil chooses the price. If you break the deal—you die instantly."
Her eyes sharpened.
"Some use Evil Trade secretly to become stronger… but eventually they turn twisted. Sancthorn hunts them when corruption shows. Wardens hunt them. They become enemies with abilities shaped by evil's demands."
Elias's chest tightened.
Demon purred approval—Evil Trade mirror to the darkness inside, perfect for corrupting Hailee's pure body into endless cock-worshipping submission, trading her virginity for demon seed flooding every hole.
***
**EVIL SPIRIT STONES**
"And the Stones?"
"Stones are the hearts of the strongest monsters. When a great evil dies, its heart condenses into a red stone."
"Wardens must collect ten a year. If they fail, the Warden's Curse takes them—they die from an unknown cause."
She touched her wrist gently, where her bracelet marked duty.
"Stones make Wardens stronger. They fuse with weapons, changing their nature—stronger shields, brighter blades, more forceful staffs. They also boost Holy Trade magic while it lasts."
***
**WARDENS**
"Are they heroes?" Elias asked.
"Heroes with chains," Hailee said softly.
"Wardens are chosen by the Holy Truth. Their Light grows—fast. They heal faster, fight longer. But once chosen, they must take missions until age sixty."
"If they stop early—"
"They die," she finished.
Elias swallowed.
"Why choose to be a Warden then?"
"Because if they reach sixty, they get one miracle wish from 'Holy Truth'. Anything they want. No conditions."
Her gaze lowered.
"Father Thimus is the only one known to us here who ever reached sixty. No one knows what he wished for."
***
**RANKS OF WARDENS**
Hailee straightened with a proud spark.
"S-Rank: the strongest ever.
A-Rank: elite hunters of high-tier demons.
B-Rank: dependable front-line Wardens—Sister Alessia is in this rank.
C-Rank: new but still powerful—more powerful then 100 normal men combined.
E-Rank: not Wardens. Fighters without curses. They handle smaller missions."
She added gently:
"You've only seen lower ranks so far. Higher ranks rarely stay in Sancthorn. They're always fighting."
***
**ASSIGNING PATHS**
"How do you choose Path?"
"You train for one year in all five. Leaders watch. Then they decide where you belong. If you have Holy Light and can handle a combat Path, you're placed there. If not… you stay in Holy Path."
"It's not punishment," she insisted.
"It's purpose."
***
**EVIL TRADE INSIDE SANCTHORN?**
Elias lowered his voice.
"Could someone here be using Evil Trade secretly?"
Hailee's jaw tightened.
"Some people hide terrible things. Sancthorn tries to find them. Wardens hunt the worst. But the world is wide. And sometimes… we miss things."
Her seriousness drifted away, replaced by her warm smile.
"Good! Now that you know the basics, I'll teach you more later. But not all at once—you'd faint, we should focus on your cleaning punishment now."
Her laughter was soft, bright, close.
Pure Hailee giggled faithful and innocent, clueless to the demon eye locked on her jiggling tits and grinding thighs—but inside Elias the darkness collected every word like weapons, planning to corrupt her untouched body into a squirting cum-slut begging for balls-deep ruin.
Elias felt a strange relief, and something dangerous beneath his skin listened quietly—collecting every truth like it was planning something far ahead.
***