"My friends... they won't lose!" Akemi, leader of the Star Sentinels cried, her heart already sick with worry. "They're strong! You'll see!"
"Oh, you pretty, foolish little thing," Lust giggled. "I'm counting on it."
Akemi's eyes shifted around nervously, hoping to catch a glimpse of one of her friends. But no; they were gone. How had things gone so wrong, so fast? One moment, they'd had Lust cornered and outnumbered, and had been ready to banish her and save Akemi's boyfriend. The next, Lust had unleashed all of the Seven Sins Demons upon them, spiriting away Akemi's friends and leaving her utterly alone. Akemi had faith in the other Sentinels, but she was also under no illusions about the fact that they were far stronger together than they were apart. Alone, she wasn't sure if she was going to be able to defeat Lust and save Darien.
Darien... Akemi looked past Lust to where Darien was still kneeling on the stone floor of the debased church, mewling and shivering in a small puddle of his own ejaculate. Akemi couldn't bear to see him in such a state. Whatever Lust had done to him seemed to have utterly ruined him. He had been left weak and unmistakably feminized, and from the dazed, enchanted look in his eyes, it was obvious that he would be of no help at all if it came down to a physical struggle. He might even take Lust's side. Akemi was determined to save him, but that would have to come later. First, she was going to have to deal with Lust.
"They're stronger than you think, demon!" Akemi insisted, taking a firm stance, ready for battle. "And so am I! In the name of the stars, I'll punish you!"
Springing off from her heel, Akemi flew at Lust, launching herself across the church. She swung for the demon's face, fists blazing with ardent starlight and her sailor uniform miniskirt billowing, but her blow made contact with nothing but thin air. Before Akemi could close the distance between them, Lust had back-flipped out of the way, unfurling bat wings of shadow on her back to allow herself to glide further out of harm's way. Once she landed, she crossed her arms with an air of superiority, and made no further movements.
"What are you doing?" Akemi cried furiously. "You're going to run? Now? Seriously?"
"Oh no, I'm not running," Lust corrected. "I'm stalling."
"Stalling?" A cold shiver ran up Akemi's spine. "Stalling for what?"
"For your friends," Lust explained, grinning sadistically. "Time passes differently where they are, and I'll wager their beautiful transformations are almost complete. You see, I'm not going to defeat you myself. They will."
As if on cue, six clouds of midnight-black fog appeared in the church, surrounding Akemi. Each one was a swirling, inky orb, but within seconds, they started to dissipate, revealing humanoid figures cocooned within. For a brief moment, Akemi was overjoyed to see her friends returned unharmed, but then she took a closer look, and her joy curdled in her chest.
The other sentinels had changed. That was obvious from just a glance, but the more Akemi looked them over, one by one, hoping to see a familiar face, she saw instead the indelible marks of corruption. None of them were untouched by it. Each one of Akemi's friends now had horns sprouting from their foreheads, and when they opened their mouths, they revealed long, forked, demonic tongues. There were countless other differences too, but those were individual; eyes, body, skin color, outfit. Akemi was left to accept one, horrifying conclusion: her friends had all fallen prey to the rest of the seven sins.
"No... no!" Akemi cried out, wishing against all her better judgment that she could deny the undeniable. "This... no... you can't have all... what happened?"
"They showed us the light," Lian said, stepping forward, a cruel smirk fixed on her now-inhuman face. "Ironic, isn't it?"
Akemi could only stare. What had her friend become? Lian had grown to an unnatural height, and her body was greater and more perfect in every way. Her magical girl outfit was completely gone, replaced with a fine, lavish dress that perfectly accentuated the sentinel's new stature. A crown of horns grew from her head, and as she moved, she carried herself like a queen. Aside from the unmistakable resemblance in her face, Akemi might have struggled to believe that this avatar of pride had ever been Lian.
"The light?" Akemi paled. "What are you talking about?"
"It's simple: we don't need you. I don't need you." Lian preened. "Some leader you've been. You led us right into this mess. I think it's time to let someone else take charge."
"I... I..." Her words pierced Akemi's heart like an arrow. "Lian... I'm sorry."
"Sorry isn't good enough!" snarled Mary Anne. Akemi had never heard such a fierce, guttural sound coming out of her gentle friend.
Akemi was lost for a reply, shocked at the sight of Mary Anne, her body tinted red with both blood and corruption. Mary Anne's face was contorted with rage, and she bit down on each of her words with the ferocity of a feasting wolf.
"That's right," added Nea. "You need to give us what you have, Akemi."
"What I..." Again, Akemi was stunned. Nea was yet another victim of corruption. She was always so mild and so nervous, but there was none of that left in her eyes, only hunger. Her body was somehow even more impossible than Lian's; her proportions defied all imagination, with breasts, hips and an ass that anyone would envy. Yet still, there was an insatiability written on her face that made Akemi tremble.
"Power. Control. Leadership." Nea licked her plump lips, rolling her hips slowly to show off her body through her twisted, scandalously-revealing uniform. "It should be mine."
"Ours," corrected Zaina. When she stepped forward, Akemi's eyes went wide and round at the sight of her, although not as wide and round as Zaina's new, luscious body. Along with all the tell-tale signs of corruption, she had become astonishingly fat and curvy, and Akemi had never seen her look happier or more confident. "It should be all of ours. Even yours, Akemi! Why don't you share with us, and let us share with you?"
"That's right!" Tomi piped up. "Share the wealth, right? That's what we want."
Her appearance was undeniably the sluttiest and most depraved so far. Perhaps more so than any of the others, her outfit was a twisted parody of her former magical girl uniform. The skirt was so short it was utterly redundant, with her slutty thong completely visible both above and beneath it. Her blouse was a crop top so short it did nothing to hide her breasts, and her thigh-high socks had morphed into torn fishnets, worn beneath high heels. She had bills of cash tucked into the waistband of her panties, and a price list of sex acts tattooed on her exposed stomach. There was no other way of putting it. She looked like a whore.
