Did the Priestess Slay a God Today? [Western Fantasy]

Aite'er transmigrated into the body of a priest's apprentice. The day he woke up, he stumbled upon a murder scene where someone was being killed to silence them.

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His teacher in name only sent him to the sacred altar. The city's governor pinned the murder on him, and greedy demons threatened to devour his soul.

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After the trial, no one ever saw Aite'er again. Everyone believed he was long dead.

Until the day when faith withered from the land, the apocalypse descended, and demons from the abyss swarmed forth.

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The god's most loyal priest, the god's sharpest blade.

Alone, with a sword in hand, he made the land his dominion, the sky his throne, and the stars his crown. He stood apart from the world, its ruler.

The floodwaters receded, angels paused in their tracks, and demons came to a halt.

Aite'er pierced the sky with his blade and pointed his sword straight at the gods.

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As a god, Kanas loved Aite'er's loyalty and his sharp edge.

He loved the confident, dazzling way Aite'er carried himself.

But when that blade obediently bowed before his knees, and Kanas couldn't help stroking the vulnerable nape of his neck,

Kanas realized he couldn't live without him.

Once, Kanas had thought about breaking that blade.

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As god and priest entwine their limbs and lose themselves in one another, the priest's sharp sword is always poised to pierce the god's heart, while the god's hands are always ready to break the priest's spine.

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Aite'er: Tch, I can't bring myself to stab him :)

Kanas: I can't bear to... I really can't bear to QAQ.

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P.S.

1. One-on-one, both body and mind. No pairing swaps, reverse pairings, dream stand-ins, or controlling any related characters.

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Here's a BL serial I'm currently writing!

★ Can't Win? Then Wait to Die [Infinite] ★

Han Yuanjing, a rookie agent at the Paranormal Investigation Bureau.

His past is unknown, his abilities are unknown, and his record is a blank slate.

He has a world-weary, indifferent face, with half-lidded eyes and little energy.

His catchphrase is, "Can't win. It's hopeless. Just wait to die."

Everyone thinks Han Yuanjing will die on the job soon.

Until that day.

Darkness fell, thick fog spread, and monsters ran rampant.

Someone walked through a mountain of corpses, crushed heaps of white bones underfoot, and snapped a monster's neck.

His eyes opened, pupils slit like a snake's.

A metal mechanical arm gleamed dark silver.

He held up a photograph for everyone to see.

"Have you seen him... an irresponsible bastard?"

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Ever since returning from the inner world, Han Yuanjing has felt that something is watching him in the dark.

While working, he feels faint touches. His hair stands on end, and strange bruises and bite marks appear on his body.

But no one around him can see anything. It seems as if it's all just his imagination.

His superior tells him that something came back with him, and sooner or later it will kill him.

That night,

A shadow pinned his leg, gripped his throat, and sank bloodsucking fangs into his neck.

Choking and losing blood, Han Yuanjing laughed out loud. His chest shook with laughter, and his face flushed crimson, yet his expression remained unchanged.

He looped an arm around the shadow's shoulders and nuzzled its cheek, breathing against its neck.

"Hey, you're not actually going to kill me, are you?"

"Darling."

Han Yuanjing could clearly feel the shadow go rigid.

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Theme: Hold on to hope and keep moving forward.