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[Draft] Holy New Life (Sword Maiden TG)
🕑 Added 2023-09-20 22:01:00 +0000 UTC“Finally, I can go into hiding.”
Ezekiel wandered through the dark streets, panting. Every little noise around him made him jump and turn to it with his bloody sword raised. Insects swarmed around him, nipping at his skin, but he had
Everything about his body ached. The cuts on his arms burned. Every muscle in his legs burned with how hard he had pushed himself. His right eye was filled with darkness, and he knew it was gone. Blood poured into it from the cut above it.
Bandages were wrapped around his body, stemming the blood. All of the concoctions he had snatched to hold his body together had done their part, but with how much fighting he had done, it would only hold him over for now.
With this last act, he could finally get out of the city, and try to go into hiding. There was no destination in mind. Every part of his body thrummed with pain that made him want to stop, but it was not an option. Only reason why he hadn’t assed out to the concoctions was his need to secure his safety..
The blood on his hands made him sweat. His breathing increased and he gripped the handle of his weapon tighter. Only instinct and necessity made him hold onto the weapon.
Images flashed to the image of a family, his last job before he made his move to try and get out of the game. A rich family who had been taking loans and refusing to pay back their debts. He had been told by the boss of his family to go and deal with a couple since they would not pay back their dues and had taken care of some of their members.
The child in the cupboard, hiding from him as if he was a terrifying monster.
It was a sight he had seen before, dozens of times, but this time, he could not suppress it this time. Every time he had killed someone because he had been ordered came rushing forward. The thefts and seeing some of the lives he had ruined because he had been told to do. All of them stood next to each other, screaming at him, looking at him in terror and loathing.
With it done, he ran out of the home, desperately needing to get out of there. Even though no guards were chasing him, his body acted as if they were right behind him. Only when he was outside the city did he slow. Yet he was still haunted by the memories. All of the terrible things, every monstrous act he had committed was at the forefront of his mind.
Yet despite what he had done to earn his freedom, he did not feel any better. But now he had the opportunity to get out of the life. Even if it would be for a small time before they would come at him again to take his life for his betrayal.
This night had been a bloody one, dedicated to cutting his ties and getting rid of all those who held his leash. Now he was paying the price for it, and all the effort it has taken to give him this opening.
‘I need a place. Somewhere I can just lay low and recover.’
None of the taverns would work. Informats and gang members, both who wore their colors proudly and those who preferred to blend in, resided there in droves. All of the safe houses he had were compromised already.
Rival gangs would either kill him to earn favor with the Barcelona family, or force him to join them instead, and he would be stuck with this life. Even now he just wandered around the area, having no clue of where he was going, letting his feet guide him as he pondered what he should do.
Even outside of the city, he felt as if he was walking through a crowded city with assassins waiting to strike him. The only source of light was the various torches meant to guide the travelers to the city for those brave enough to travel in the dark of the night.
Ezekiel raised his head and saw he was outside of a church. The building was covered in vines and moss. Its gate had a layer of rust. Cobwebs lined the windows of the place. No lights were on inside, the old appearance.
He could not recall how long it has been since he had stepped into a church. It was almost nostalgic and reminded him of the church he had lived in as a youth before he had been taken and taught how to survive the criminal underworld.
‘Perhaps…one of the gods can offer some insight into what I might do next. How I can gain some absolution? Does it still count if there’s no priest or someone to hear my confession?’
The mere thought of him being able to gain some measure of repentance for all he had done seemed like an impossible dream. Even now, the thought of entering it made him feel as if he would be staining a place of comfort with his presence. Another slight pang came from his body making him wince.
‘This place can work for a time. At the very least I can rest and hopefully deal with the rest of my wounds without any issue.’
Despite the aged appearance on the inside of the building, the inside was clean. No cobwebs or dust lining them. Wooden pews lined the sides of the room, with a red carpet in the center of the room. At the end of the carpet was a large statue of a woman, holding a pair of scales in her hand attached to a sword.
“Has someone been living here?”
There was no way it should be clean inside unless someone was doing something to help maintain the place. Yet if they only cleaned the inside, why would they ignore the outside. Yet he hardly cared.
Ezekiel walked closer, trying to find somewhere he could rest. He leaned against the altar. The burning in his lungs lightened. All of the pain running through his body eased now that he was against it.
He stared up at the statue of the goddess for the church. The stone eyes of the statue gazed at him, but he could not react.
“If this is to be my death, then it would not be so bad. After all that I have done, a nice grave would be far too good for a wretch like me. I do not know which one you are, but if you can hear. Please, tell me that there is a way to make up for all the wrong I have done in my life.”
A light came from the alter and he stepped. His hand went to the sword in his hand, while the other went to the dagger. Despite how everything in his body called out to him to stop, he raised his sword.
Eziekel’s eyes wandered around the room, looking for the source. With how the light filled the room, there was no one in the room.
“Be not afraid young man. You need not be afraid of me.”
“Where…who is speaking to me? Show yourself?”
“My shrine is in front of you.”
The sword and eyes of the statue stared at him, with the larter now filled with a golden light. Even though there were no pupils, he could tell they were gazing at him. Its stone lips were set in the same frown, yet he could feel a soft smile coming from it.
“I am the Goddess Themis.”
Ezekiel lowered his sword, his heart pounding once more. The blood on his hands made him pale.
Stories of adventures he had heard off from the tavern and when he was passing by the churches, stalking targets. They had talked about how they had been punished by them for various offenses they had committed and what they had done.
‘So this is how it ends.’
Ezekiel closed his eyes. All of the strength in his body disappeared as he closed his eyes and braced himself to be extinguished, or for all the pain he suffered to be magnified.
“Relax young Ezekiel, though you have committed many terrible acts, I wish to make you an offer.”
Ezekiel stared at the statue, wondering if he was hearing things. “What?”
“You are not hearing things. I wish to speak with you, because I have an offer I for you.”
“An offer? Is this some sort of prank on me goddess?”
“This is an offer I make in truth. There will be no falsehoods with my words.”
Even though there was no face for him to examine, the soft tone of her voice, carried with it nothing but truth. It did little to assuage his heart, which still felt as if someone held it in a vice grip.
He sighed. “What kind of offer would you be willing to make to someone like me?”
“An offer to give you what you desire most. Peace and redemption.”
Ezekiel said quietly, feeling faint. “What?”
“You have hurt and killed many, and even though you were ordered to do such, there is no denying it. You have killed those who deserved it, and many who have not. Yet you stand before me now, regretting everything, wishing to make amends. Unlike those who pretend, you genuinely wish to make amends and the sorrow you bear weighs your heart like an anchor. Despite what has drawn you here, it warms my heart to see you care about what you have done and wish to be better.”
Ezekiel looked away. Every word she said brought all of the terrors haunting him to the forefront but did little to comfort him.
“Would you be willing to accept? You need not do so if you are uncomfortable. I swear upon my name and honor that you will not be harmed. Though your body will be altered since you will become my Avatar, and the voice for my wishes on the mortal world.”
Despite the honesty in her words, a part of him couldn’t believe her. Yet a part of him called, yearned, dared to dream that her words werre truthful.
Ezekiel lowered his sword. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes. “Is redemption even possible for someone like me?”
“Of course it is. Anyone can redeem themselves if they are truly repentant and willing to do what they can to make amends.”
Tears poured out of his eyes. Hiccups came out. His sword fell to the ground, and he fell to his knees.
“Whenever you are ready, tell me and I shall begin.”
Ezekiel raised his head, staring at the statue’s face. “I’m ready. Whatever might happen to me, I shall walk it, even if I will no longer be able to recognize myself.”
The scales on the sword glowed, and Ezekiel braced himself for whatever might happen to him next.
“First let us clean you up. If you are going to work then let you be free of blood.”
Ezekiel examined himself. All of the blood and grime on his body was gone as if all his equipment had been cleansed. Some of the pressure on his mind eased with the blood gone. All of the wounds on his body glowed. Comforting warmth came over him, while the edges of light traced around them. Several faint white lines ran across his body. Even some vision returned to his eye, but everything in it was still foggy.
“I am sorry. I had hoped I would be able to fully heal your body, but healing is not my specialty. My sister Panacea is the healer between the two of us.”
“There is nothing to worry about my lady. Just removing the blood and healing my wounds is enough.”
“Within time your vision in that eye will return. If necessary, then I will go to my sister.”
“It will not stop me from doing my work. There have times where I have been forced to act without my eye.
With him no longer in and his mind no longer drowned, Ezekiel noticed something was different from his skin. All of the body hair on his body was gone. Even in his most private of places it was gone. Curiosity made him run his hands over his body, and velvety smooth skin greeted his digits.
“Ma’am, when you said my form would change could you clarify how it would change?”
“I suppose I should have done this beforehand. My apologies, I had not fully considered how your current state would affect your mind. Since I am a female Goddess, and you will be my Avatar, your body will be altered to better suit it. In your case you will become a woman.’
“Oh…”
Ezekiel looked down at his body, trying to imagine what it might look like as a woman. Since he had never known his parents it was impossible for him to imagine what he could look like.
Themis said, confusion evident on her voice. “You are acting less surprised and terrified then I thought you would be.”
“So long as I can be forgiven for my sins, I do not care what I will look like. All that matters is being better than what I am.”
“Indeed.”
More warmth came over his energy and he flexed his fingers. Ezekiel studied them as he watched his digits shrink. All were dainter more feminine appearance with sharpened and lengthened nails to further accentuate their new appearance. Some of the calluses on his fingers remained, despite their new softer looks.
The rest of his arms had gained the same feminine appeal with strength just barely under the surface. Even then the thin scars he had gained from the Goddess's healing remained.
Ezekiel flexed his arms and saw the muscle in them remained despite their new slender form.
“Are you pleased? I had wanted to keep the power in your arms, since I thought you would be happier with it. While justice isn’t always about getting physical, it can help from time to time.”
“Yes. It would be troublesome if I had to train to regain my strength. Seeing I still have some form of strength does make me feel a little better.”
“I would not seek to hinder any of my followers, especially one who will serve as my avatar in this world. It would not be good if I had taken anything from you in return without due cause.”
“Thank you.”
Soft buds of heat came over his legs as if he was standing in warm water. All of his toes wiggled as they changed. A light warmth came over his lower legs as they changed. Ezekiel ran his hand over his calves and admired how much thinner they were now. Tight muscle reverberated from them, despite their slender form. Smaller petite toes wiggled.
When the gentle warmth reached his thighs, they ballooned, the leather and fabric he wore becoming taut against his body. They became twice their size with a gentle curve appearing to them.
Ezekiel blushed at how tight his pants were. The hem of them dug into his body, making him squirm slightly.
“This isn’t quite what I was expecting as thing progressed my lady.”
“I apologize. Right now a majority of my focus is spent on altering your body to better suit my power. Once it is done then I will be able to alter your attire.”
“Thank you. I am not particularly close to these clothes so it will be no loss for me.”
Pressure formed on Ezekiel’s back as if someone was pressing her hands into it. He was forced to push the front of his chest out. Right when it settled, he ran his hand over it, and was shocked by the arch his body had now.
“I apologize for the sudden discomfort I caused, but it is unavoidable.”
“Don’t be. This is just a small trial. It is nothing compared to what I have gone through before.”
“I know but still, I do not like to cause discomfort like this if it's not deserved.”
“Then…don’t treat it like that. Think of it like… the first step to redemption.”
“A…peculiar way to look at this situations, but if it brings you comfort then you should. I hope you will continue to look at things with that outside the box feelings as well when it comes to others.”
Right when she said those words, the world seemed to fade. Once more the victims of his past deeds rushed forward. All of them
“Please calm down. There is no going back now, Ezekiel. Though your past endeavors have done much harm there is still time for you to do the right.”
Ezekiel moaned, struggling to “It's…hard. Everything feels weird.”
“Think of happier times. All of those small moments that brought you joy. It will make it easier for you to process the changes happening to you.”
“I am sure there is something you can think of. Something that ill bring you joy if you think on it hard enough.”
Ezekiel tried to recall the happier memories she spoke off. At first all of the fights, and killing came to the forefront. A pained whimper came to him as the voices again surged in his ears.
Yet just beyond them happier times surged to the forefront of his mind. Back in his earliest memories before he had been taken in and done terrible things. The scent of fresh bread and potato soup. Taste of pastries he had been given when he had done a good job during his training.
“There we go. Do you recall any times where you helped someone? What was it like?”
Small moments came forward, like when he gave some food to an orphan, or some money to a poor family so they would be able to travel to their family. Tears trailed down his cheeks.
“It felt… good.”
“It does, doesn’t it? In another world if you hadn’t been taken in by others, I feel you would have found a different path. One that you would have been happier with. I hope this path will give you the fulfillment you seek.”
“I didn’t have time to think about other paths when I never knew what tomorrow might be like. There was so much going on, so much fear that I…I just wanted to feel safe, and know I could get through things.”
Again Ezekkiel thought about the person he wanted to be with this new life. The people he had helped came forward, but this time so did those who he hadn’t helped. All
‘I want to help people and ensure they would never suffer the way I did.’
A small smile blossomed at the thought of helping others and bringing smiles to the world. Of making a positive impact. The thought of being the cause for them brought a smile to his face.
His face gained a dust a pink as it altered. A low pop came from his cheeks as they rose, and his face softened. The small scar he gained on his lip vanished. Just from the touch alone, he knew his face now mirrored the statue’s to the smallest detail. The small nose and soft lips. It was as if he had become the statue made flesh.
Ezekiel noticed something was different between his legs. A distinct lack of something between his legs made him pause.
“Is it?” With a deep breath, Ezekiel reached down. Gone was her manhood, and new folds had taken their place. Dumbfoundment resounded through his mind. “How did I miss this change?”
“You were so lost in your mind, you never noticed the transition. Whatever it was, I hope it was nothing bad.”
“No, I was just lost in thought and focused more on those good times and my hopes for the future.” Ezekiel blinked. Gone was the rough voice and a softer melodious voice that soothed her nerves came from her mouth. After a moment, she raised her hand to her throat and was surprised to feel her Adam's apple was gone. “This is my voice now. It’s so strange to hear some one else’s come from it.”
“Hopefully such oddness would pass in time. Especially since there are more demanding parts to come.”
Ezekiel felt pressure come over her lower body. With a sudden snap, her hips widened, straining her tight pants. For a moment, her sense of gravity had been altered. Instinct made her reach out and touch the alter to steady herself.
Everything about his posture had been thrown out of order. Wide girthy hips shaped her lower body, giving her a bottom heavy figure. She placed his hands on them and was surprised by how well his hands fit on them. Yet hot pressure on her lower body remained despite the girth of her new broad hips.
The back of her pants tightened as her underwear dug between her cheeks. In an instant, all of the pressure from her lower cheeks ceased.
Ezekiel brushed her hands against her rump and marveled at its curves. Even though it was larger and had far more cushion than ever, the strong tone it had remained.
“I understand it is quite a shift, but it's just a butt. It does not deserve to be ogled at like how you are doing now.”
“Oh sorry my lady! I was just surprised by how different it was. Considering how large it was, I didn’t think it would feel quite the way it did. If anything, I thought it would be rather flabby.”
Themis laughed. “My dear, the strength you had in the rest of your body remains. There are muscles in your butt as well, even if they aren’t quite as defined, or as noticeable as the rest of your form. Why don’t we give you a small reprieve for the moment.”
Ezekiel said. “What do you mean my lady?”
Something soft brushed against her cheeks and the back of her neck. Ezekiel grabbed them and saw brightening locks. Strands of hair tickled her back and billowed past it. Even when they tickled her rump. Only when they reached the bottom of her thighs did their growth stop.
“Do you like your new hair?”
Ezekiel grabbed her long silky golden hair. With every slight pull on her scalp, it felt wonderful. It called out to her. A small childish part of her wished to keep playing with them.
“This feels so good. I did not think you would put so much attention to my hair.”
“It is a point I take some pride in, so I would like for your hair to be just as magnificent as can be.”
Ezekiel grabbed a handful of hair, enjoying the softer locks. “I will endeavor to take good care of it.”
With how different her body was there was no way anyone would be able to recognize her. Now she would never have to worry about any would be assassins, criminals or mob enforcers coming after her.
Again tears came forward. Ezekiel looked at the monument with a bright smile. “Thank you, my lady. I can…I can live in peace.”
No one would think that Ezekiel the Bloody was the Sword Maiden of the divine.
“Just continue to live your life and focus on bringing good into the world and it will be enough.”
The sins gnawing at Ezekiel’s heart dispersed while the weight of her chest increased. It pulled her forward, but she adjusted for her stance. Her armor struggled to hide the growing mounds of her chest. Ezekiel stared at her bust, surprised by how large they were becoming. Gone was the sight of her feet and her stomach. Even through the cloth the soundness of her developing breasts continued to develop as they expanded into a hearty DD-cup to rival apples.
A blush adorned Eziekel’s. “This will probably take the most getting used to.”
“I’m sure, and I will do everythingI can to help you adapt to your new form. And with it, should come a new name. From henceforth you will no longer be known as Ezekiel. From now on your name is Eleanor.”
Ezekiel nodded, accepting the new name. Tension in her stomach dispersed. The weight of her old existence, disappearing as thoughts of the future came forward. A tinge of pain went through her body, bringing her out of her musings.
“My lady, could you alter my clothes please? I don’t think anyone would believe I’m a priestess of yours if they saw me in this state.”
“Of course.”
All of the armor she wore, along with her normal clothes shifted. They melded together, the armor seeping in. The belt around her waist gained a golden metallic shine that rested gently on her hips. Both of her pants legs melded together into a long flowing robe. Adorning her body now were white and blue robes, with a golden trim. A black cloth formed on her face, hiding her eyes.
“When you are performing your duties, that black band will obscure your vision of who they are, but show you who they are as a person. No lie shall decieve you, and no matter their looks, you shall be fair. And one last thing. What is my Archbishop, my avatar without a weapon worthy of their station?”
Light consumed her bloody blade. The guard of the sword leghened and formed two scales hanging onto the end of it. Its dark metal shifted and became a pristine white and gold.
Eleanor lifted the blade, and held it in front of her. Despite the oddity of fighting with scales attached to it, everything else about it felt perfect. The weight, the balance, and especially the slight warmth it gave off.
“Thank you, Lady Themis, for the opportunity you have given me. I will do everything I can to live up to your expectations.”
There was much to do, if this place was going to be ready for people to visit. While the inside of the building was pristine and would be ready for people to come visit.
“You should rest now.”
“No, I want to work now. Besides, I doubt people will come if they are afraid of the outside.”
Eleanor went through the rest of the estate, looking for any cleaning supplies and tools. There was much work to be done, if they were going to have things prepared.
Epilogue
Eleanor watched as the priests and priestess began to get everything ready. Some of the children they had taken in helped them get everything ready. Off in the distance, she could hear the children they had taken in laughing and having fun with the blessing Themis had given her.
One of her priestesses, a younger woman with golden blonde hair that went down her back and bright blue eyes stared at her. “Excuse me Archbishop. Ella is breaking down again and wants you again.”
Eleanor’s heart clenched at the name. “I’ll be right there, Stella.”
Stella took the lead and Eleanor followed right behind her. Eleanor’s heart thundered through her chest as she imagined the
They entered one of the bedrooms and Ella twisted around on the bed, tears in her eyes. Again the
Eleanor said, her voice cracking. “Ella, its me.”
Right when she spoke, Ella launched herself at her and wrapped their arms around her in their strongest hold. Eleanor picked up the child and held them against her chest. Ella nuzzled against her chest and cried.
Out of all the children, she was the one she feared the most, because she was the one who killed her parents before. Now, she could see the damage she had done that night. Every time she cried was a reminder that she was the cause why her life had turned out this way.
“I dreamt about that night again. With mama…papa…and that man.”
“It’s okay dear. I’m sure that man regrets what he has done and that Lady Themis will help him repent.”
Another sniffle came, wetting the front of her clothes. Eleanor’s throat constricted and she held Ella tighter, as if she would disappear if she let go. “It’s ok…You’re safe here now. That man will never hurt you again. You can live happily.”
Ella’s sniffled died down as she continued to be held by her.
A woman asked. “Is everything okay in here?”
A woman with a body meant for sin with how curvaceous her frame was. To accentuate her bountiful curves, she wore little, with her cleavage exposed and a skirt which exposed on her thighs.
“Thank you for letting me stay the night. I didn’t want to take a risk with how dark it was.”
“It is no problem, I hope you are able to find a way to reverse your curse. If you ever need help then perhaps the church might be able to offer some support. So long as you are willing to do your part around here. I’m sure some of the boys would be more than happy to see you again.”
The witch groaned, making her laugh. “Yeah I’m sure they would. Especially since they would get to stare at…these pillows again.”
Eleanor laughed. “Thank you for watching your mouth.”
“Yeah, the last thing I need is to anger the head of a church who has a god’s blessing.”
A priest came forward. “It's about time for the first service Archbishop.”
Eleanor look down at Ella. “I’m sorry little one, but duty calls. I promise we will play together later with everyone.”
Ella lowered her head, disappointed. “Okay.”
Stella took Ella from her. Ella looked at her with sad eyes, but understood, she had to go.
“Please be back soon.”
Eleanor said. “Don’t worry, as soon as we can play I will.”
She summoned her sword, the symbol of office. The warm metal in her hand brought relief to her. With a deep breath, she went back to the main hall, standing tall.
The front doors of the building opened and people stepped inside. Her lips curled into a soft smile, brimming with warmth. “Welcome everyone, I am prepared to help you all in the name of Lady Themis. Tell me how can I help all of you?”
