Becoming The Strongest Angel With A Saintess System

So, if Grace was going to save the town, and also save Meridian now that she’d pretty much decided to trap herself, she needed to learn more abilities.

And that meant...

"Focus on the energy flow," Diana said, with the stupidest grin, sitting cross-legged opposite Grace. "Imagine the light taking shape."

Grace closed her eyes, concentrating on the divine energy swirling through her body. After telling Diana about Meridian getting tentacle-napped, Diana had immediately insisted on speeding up her training. No time for breaks when your nerdy acquaintance was getting probed by a water spirit.

"I’m trying," Grace muttered. "It’s not working."

"Cause you’re thinking too hard." Diana reached forward, tapping Grace’s forehead. "It’s not up here." Her finger trailed down Grace’s body, stopping right at her crotch. "It’s down there. Feel it."

[Feel it. Super helpful advice. What am I supposed to do? Masturbate this thing into existence!?]

"Maybe if you demonstrated again," Grace suggested, hoping to buy some time.

Diana grinned.

"Nice try. You’ve seen it plenty. Now make your own. Seriously, it’s not bad. Just... treat it like any other ability."

Grace sighed and closed her eyes again. She pictured the divine light, golden and warm, gathering between her legs. Forming, solidifying, becoming...

"Holy shit," Diana said.

Grace opened her eyes and looked down. Between her legs, a small golden glow had appeared. Not quite a glowing light penis, more like a...

Well, a sad little glowing blob.

"It’s... something, right?" Grace said, trying not to feel like a total failure.

"I... guess. A tiny carrot is better than nothing, I suppose." Diana leaned forward, examining Grace’s pathetic creation with way too much interest. "Try again. Think about the shape you want. Be specific."

[Specific? Okay. Well... I’ve only ever seen one of those in light form, not exactly my cup of tea, but I maybe I should try to imagine Diana’s? Best idea I’ve got, really.]

Grace focused harder. The blob elongated slightly, taking on a more recognizable form. Still looked like a weird glow-worm, but at least now it had direction. A certain sense of purpose to it.

"Better," Diana nodded a bit, still smirking. "Now, think about how it connects to you. How you want to feel through it."

Grace channeled more energy, picturing the divine construct as an extension of herself. The glow brightened, the shape became more defined. She could almost feel it now, like a phantom limb.

"I’m doing it!" Grace exclaimed, then immediately lost concentration. The half-formed light-dick fizzled out like a sad birthday candle.

"Crap."

Diana laughed.

"Not bad for a first day. It took me weeks to make one that didn’t immediately disappear."

"We don’t have weeks." Grace stood up, stretching her stiff legs. "The new moon is tomorrow night."

"Then we practice more today." Diana rose too, creating her own light-dick with casual ease, like she was just flexing a muscle, sticking her tongue between her teeth. Grace blushed and looked away. "The trick is maintaining it while doing other things. Like fighting, or fucking, or—"

A loud commotion from the village interrupted her. Shouts and the unmistakable sound of wings.

Lots of wings.

"Oh great. Now what?" Grace groaned.

[Because we definitely needed more complications right now.]

They hurried outside their tent to find a squad of blue-robed angels landing in the village square. Ten of them, all with the distinctive blue wings of the Ascended Choir, all looking ready for battle (and a good book club).

[Great. Just what we need...] Grace grimaced. [Divine nerds with attitude.]

"What the hell is this?" Diana muttered.

The lead angel, a tall woman with short silver hair and piercing blue eyes, stepped forward. Her face was all sharp angles and disapproval, like she’d just caught someone scoffing at a sacred text.

"I am Variel, Captain of the Ascended Choir Guard. We received a distress signal from our faction leader, Scholar Meridian."

Grace and Diana exchanged looks.

"Distress signal?" Grace asked.

Variel nodded curtly.

"All Choir members carry emergency beacons. Meridian’s activated approximately three hours ago."

[Well, at least she tried to call for help before getting herself tentacle-captured. Maybe she’s not a complete idiot after all. Just a partial one.]

"You’re too late," Grace said. "The Tide has her."

The angels tensed, hands moving to weapons. Variel’s eyes narrowed.

"Explain."

Grace gave them the abbreviated version: The Tide, the underwater temple, Meridian’s capture, the countdown to the new moon. She left out the part about The Tide’s tentacles exploring every hole in Meridian’s body. Some details weren’t relevant to the mission. Or appropriate for angel book club.

"So your plan is to... seduce this water entity?" Variel asked, her tone suggesting Grace had proposed fighting The Tide with turnips.

"That’s right," Diana cut in, crossing her arms. Her light-dick was thankfully dismissed, but her toplessness still drew stares from several Choir angels. "Got a problem with that?"

Ariel ignored Diana, turning back to Grace. "The Ascended Choir will join your operation."

It wasn’t a request. It was a statement, like "the sky is blue" or "Meridian is annoying."

"Look," Grace said, "I appreciate the backup, but The Tide was clear—I come alone, or Meridian gets turned into a fish person."

"We have no intention of interfering with your... approach," Ariel said, the word ’approach’ dripping with so much distaste you could bottle it. "But we will position ourselves strategically around the village to counter any mass transformation attempt."

Grace glanced at Diana, who shrugged.

"Fine," Grace said. "But stay clear of the beach. I need a direct line to The Tide without any blue-winged interruptions."

Ariel gave a stiff nod. "Agreed. Now, brief us on the current situation."

And just like that, the Ascended Choir integrated themselves into the operation. They set up their own command post, sent scouts to monitor the sea, and generally acted like they were taking over.

Grace rolled her eyes as she walked back to her tent.

"You okay with this?" Diana asked, falling into step beside her.

"Not like we have a choice," Grace replied. "At least they can help protect the villagers while I’m busy with The Tide."

"Speaking of which..." Diana nodded toward their tent. "Back to training?"

Grace nodded, determination hardening inside her. She thought of Meridian, suspended in those watery tentacles. Of the villagers with their blue-tinted lips, ready to walk into the sea tomorrow night.

"Let’s do it."

---

Three hours later, Grace stared in triumph at the fully-formed golden appendage between her legs. Not as big as Diana’s—she wasn’t that ambitious—but solid, glowing, and most importantly, still there after five minutes of total, complete concentration.

And the System let her know she’d done it, for confirmation.

Love: 50/100

「Technique Acquired: Divine Extension - Ability to create a divine phallus for application during morale boosting.

"I did it!" She looked up at Diana, who nodded approvingly.

"Not bad, rookie. How does it feel?"

Grace concentrated on the sensation. It was strange—like having a new limb, sensitive and responsive. She ran a finger along its length, shuddering at the unexpected sensation that shot through her.

Crazy.

"Weird. But good weird. I-I don’t know how to describe it."

"Oh, I’ll bet. Now for the hard part," Diana said, dropping to her knees in front of Grace. "Maintaining it while distracted."

"What do you-"

Before Grace could respond, Diana took the light-construct into her mouth.

Grace’s knees nearly buckled.

"Holy—"

"Focus," Diana mumbled around her mouthful. "Don’t let it disappear."

"ACK!"

Grace’s jaw hit the floor. She grabbed Diana’s shoulders, fighting to maintain the divine construct as waves of pleasure threatened to break her concentration. It was like trying to recite the alphabet while someone set your crotch on fire—but in a good way.

She was in disbelief, to an extent. Diana felt this every time she used it? The wet heat of Diana’s mouth. The sight of her head bobbing. The obscene sounds. All of it worked against Grace’s concentration, threatening to shatter her focus and send her light-dick fizzling back into nothingness.

She felt like if she used this thing often it would basically end in her losing her damn mind.

[Don’t disappear. Don’t disappear. Think unsexy thoughts. Turnips. Old Lady Maple’s warts. Seraph’s morning breath.]

Outside their tent, they could hear the Choir angels drilling, their voices raised in what sounded like battle hymns. The contrast between their solemn preparations and what was happening in this tent was almost funny.

Almost.

Because tomorrow night, it wouldn’t be Diana testing Grace’s focus. It would be The Tide, with Meridian’s life and the village’s safety on the line.

Grace looked down at Diana, at the golden glow between them, and made herself a promise.

[I’m coming for you, Tide. And one way or another, you’re going to let these people go.]

Even if she had to have sex with a water spirit to make it happen.

[Not exactly what I imagined when I signed up to be an angel. "Save the world with your divine penis" wasn’t in the brochure but oh well.]