Priest Tier: Angel's Punishment

Serena, Angel Priestess of the Society, had been called into the Master's chambers a few times before. Sometimes it was to congratulate her or to give her the Favor she received each moon cycle. Other times it was to enact punishment or sometimes even the fulfillment of the other Priests' favors (Priest Michael usually). The room was rather elegant and simple, the curtains of red velvet reached up to the high ceiling, closed with no light coming in. The glow of candles flickered about the room, casting shadows that danced and seemed to move independent of their owners. The head of the Society stood behind his desk, looming over it as he seemed to be working on plans for some architectural expansion? Serena knew not to speak until spoken to, a lesson learned after spending a month as a squealing sow. 

"Do come in," the Master's voice called, speaking flatly as if she were only a second thought in comparison to his plans. "Have a seat," he gestured to one of his two armchairs that stood across from him. 

Serena obeyed.

She sat there for what felt like minutes as the Master quietly mumbled to himself, drawing lines and erasing them frustrated. Her wings flicked slightly, she was fine to follow the man's orders and respected his authority, but an Angel of Avacyn's Flight deserved more respect than this. She coughed slightly to try and learn why she had been called here. The Master looked up,

"Yes, Miss Serena..." He stood up, adjusting his collar before stepping around the desk, "It seems that our new Farmer has... flown the coup as it were," he tapped on the desk as Serena raised an eyebrow.

"Miss Eshu?" She inquired cautiously.

"Yes, the Dark Mist or whatever she has taken to calling herself now," He frowned, waving his hand, "She somehow found her amulet and regained her original form..." He glared at Serena, though her expression didn't change.

"Sir, I am aware of this, and I have been working with a few of my angels to try and get her back, however-"

"However, she remains at large!" He growled.

"Sir," Serena frowned, "My Flight is doing all it can to find this heretic and bring her back into the Fold. She is just a mortal, there is no way she could hope to-"

"Priestess!" His voice cut through hers, "This failure lies on you, a dangerous infraction given that the Heretic presently knows far too much about our Society's Secret Dealings," He stroked his desk, wiping away some dust, "Sadly, you will have to be punished,"

"PUNISHED!?" Serena gasped before standing, wings outstretched as her eyes flickered with rage, "I have done nothing but hunt for you! I captured her, I took away her amulet, and delivered both to you! That amulet was last left with you on that desk when I had completed my mission. I am your loyal Hunter and I have-"

"Failed to retrieve Ebonii. Your punishment shall be only a month, and I promise you it will be pleasurable," He pulled out a collar from his desk, a black lace collar with a Cold Iron latch. Serena growled and unsheathed her sword, 

"Do not test me Mortal, I am far more than you seem to think of me, and I will not hesitate to unmake you!" She growled as her blade began to shine. The Master frowned as he stepped forward, his eyes intently locked on hers as he held up the collar,

"Now don't be difficult, it will be over quickly and painlessly," the collar trembled as it got closer to her. Serena let out a howl and lunged at the Master, death in her eyes. However, she stopped short... She felt something holding her back, like a web of silken wires stronger than the hardest steel. She tried to break free, tearing and struggling against the unseen bindings but found herself locked in the air. 

"No matter the strength of the body, the shadow is always the same," he gestured to Serena's shadow, the lights of the flickering candles casting long thin shadows over it, shadows she could feel on her body! "An old binding trick," the Master continued as he stepped forward, "You must remember two things about me, dear Angel," he took another step, "I am not someone you should ever underestimate," another step and Serena felt the collar around her throat, "And I am NOT a mortal..."

The Angel's vision blurred as she felt a rush of energy pouring out of the collar. It slipped and warmed her from the tip of her nose to the end of her toes, filling her up as her armor began to crack. She began to lose feeling in her wings, they grew numb and shrunk as her feathers lost their divine luster. She moaned as her chest pushed out, cascading into oversized breasts that tore away her her armor. She felt her muscles start to shrink, her holy strength fading as new sensations began to run through her. Hunger, thirst, and a lust that burned like a furnace! She craved men, wanted to please and pleasure, to serve... she slipped to the ground as her mind was rewired, all divinity and memory of Avacyn's heavenly presence was sifted out of her leaving a mortal whore. The Master stroked her cheek, watching as her once proud wings became cheap feathered costumes, her bright fiery aura reduced to a child's wire halo. 

"Angel," the Master spoke gently as Serena perked up, "Do you know why I called you in here?" He grinned.

The curvy woman giggled as she twirled her long, light red hair, "Uhm, because Master wanted an Angel blessing?" She licked her full lips as the Master nodded.

"That's right, my darling," He unzipped his pants as Angel gladly fell to her knees. She was a proud servant of the Master after all, and she knew no greater joy than to please him.