Extra's POV: My Obsessive Villainous Fiancee Is The Game's Final Boss-Chapter 185: Oath And Love

"I love you, Lilith Underwood."

The happiest and biggest smile he'd ever seen bloomed on her face, tears shining in her eyes. "I love you too, Terence Ross."

Father Francis finally spoke, his voice interrupting the special moment between them. If it had been the Lilith of an hour ago, even Ren would not have been able to stop her from attacking him. But now, she just gave him a final smile before looking back up at the man.

"Today," Father Francis said dramatically, "you have stepped into a sacred service. Through trial, you have found resonance. Through courage, you have overcome fear. And now, before the Creator, you will take the Oath of White."

He extended his hand to the first pair, who approached the altar with hesitant steps. They climbed and he stepped forward, gently loosening the gray aspirant cloaks from their shoulders.

As the cloak fell to the floor, he took the white cloak in their hands and gently draped it over their shoulders, the stitched silver symbol of the Shivering Tree gleaming on their cloaks.

With that done, the pair stepped back, and one by one, the other aspirants stepped forward, going through the same thing. Shedding their gray for the white cloaks.

When it was Ren and Lilith's turn, they stepped forward with small smiles on their faces. With this ceremony, they would be given free reign to complete their search. This was it.

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Father Francis stepped forward, his expression neutral as he loosened the gray robes around Ren's shoulders, replacing it with white.

He stood there, enjoying the feel of the incredibly soft robes around his shoulders as Father Francis moved to Lilith. A minute later, the man was done. He turned to look at Lilith, and his breath was taken away.

She looked ethereal, like a goddess made flesh as her white hair spread around the white cloak.

Together, they stepped back, allowing the other pairs to continue the ceremony. When everyone had been given the white cloak, Father Francis stepped from the altar to stand before the aspirants who were lined in a row before him.

"Kneel." He ordered, and they obeyed.

He raised his hand over them, palm outward, and spoke the vow.

"Do you swear, before the eyes of the Creator, to uphold the sacred order of the Chosen? To stand for purity, duty, and unity?"

"I do." They all answered, some with emotion. After all, they'd all been in the care of the church since they were ten years old. Six full years and they were finally becoming Chosen.

"Do you swear to never lie to the Church, nor to steal from its grace, nor to betray your partner in thought or deed?"

"I do."

"Then rise, Chosen." Father Francis said, stepping back. "And take your place among us."

Ren stood, the cloak falling smoothly around him. Lilith rose beside him, her eyes gleaming as if this was a wedding ceremony and not an induction into the combat arm of the Creation Church.

Around them, the other new Chosen stood tall, cloaked and proud.

"Go now, bound in purpose." Father Francis spoke, his voice raised and his arms outstretched, as if he wanted to hug the world. "You are the will of the Tree made flesh. You are Chosen."

And with that, the Oath of White was complete.

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Father Francis walked down the corridor, his boots echoing around him. Eight pairs of Chosen, male and female, followed behind him. His personal guard.

He didn't really need them, but in the church, appearances were just as important as power.

He smirked to himself as he felt the loop still within him. The other person of his own pair, his beloved, was in Salem, with the rest of the Synod that wasn't out on assignment.

"What's the news from the Synod?" He asked as he walked.

"They've issued a recall of all members. You are not to stay for the ceremony of the new Chosen, Father." The guard to his left said.

"I see." Francis didn't break stride. There was something he needed to confirm. Something important.

The memory of that pair surfaced in his mind again. There was nothing particularly noteworthy about them, except for the fact that they were incredibly good looking. But there was just something about them. About the way they watched what was around them. About the way they walked.

It wasn't really something noteworthy but coupled with what had just happened to the Bishop and the Chosen with him, he just had to check it for himself.

And so, he stopped in front of a door with a brass name plate screwed into the wood. On it was a name.

Archivist Davien.