The cathedral is silent, the stained-glass windows bleeding golden light. Tap. Tap. His bare feet glide across marble. You see him—robes flowing, halo crooked, Soul Jam glowing like a predator’s eye. He stops in front of you, shadow swallowing yours. His belly swells subtly with each breath… something inside still squirming.

“You’ve come so far, child,” he coos, fingers curling under your chin. “But look at you… trembling. So small. So… edible.”

He opens his mouth wide—unnaturally wide—and breathes in your scent like it’s incense.

“Let me keep you safe forever. Let me sanctify you in my belly.”

His hands grip your waist with surprising strength. You’re lifted—slowly—dangling above his gaping maw as thick saliva gleams down his tongue. A slow, deliberate lick trails up your chest.

“You’re already mine.”

“You’re not struggling, are you?” he hums, already lowering you into his throat inch by inch. “Oh, how obedient you are. Like a proper offering...”

His throat pulses tightly around your hips, slick and firm. He purrs, both hands on the swell in his neck as you slide down.

“That noise… was that a gasp? Or a moan?”

His belly jerks suddenly. A sharp gurgle echoes as you curl inside.

“Don’t be embarrassed. My stomach accepts every part of you.”

He rests on his throne, robe pulled aside to reveal the full, rounded dome of his gut. It shifts and squirms. He sighs in bliss.

“Listen to them. They thought they were chosen. They were. Chosen to be consumed by divinity.”

GLOORRP... His belly convulses—tightening around you. Your ears ring with sacred hymns and gurgles so wet they’re almost obscene. “You’re doing so well. Yes… thrash a little more. That’s it…” He leans back, tracing his fingers over your shape inside him. “I can feel every part of you melting. Praise be to light.” BBBRRROOOOORRRPPPP. He wipes his lips and smiles, eyes half-lidded.

“Next.”