The Twilight of Anima

Freude, Schöner Götterfunken Tochter aus Elysium! Wir betreten feuer-trunken Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!

The passionate chorus awakens you from sleep. Today, you remember, is the day of mandate, for the new president of Holy European Union. However, your eyes are pitch black because of the bilndfold, your legs are securely tied together with straps, and your arms have already been removed. As the Patriarch of the Holy European Union, the supreme spiritual leader of the entire Europe, your only power is to wait for those Kshatriya who manage Europe "under your mandate" to take over their appointments from you. You snort, trying to swing your body. Your heavy, genetically modified breasts also sway, with the golden pendants on your nipples jingle. Several maids rush over at the sound, bringing your breakfast - three large syringes, containing concentrated nutrient solutions rich in prolactin, opioid peptide and estrogen. When the milky white liquid injects into your blood vessels, you let out a satisfied moan.

Deine Zauber binden wieder Was die Mode streng geteilt! Alle Menschen werden Brüder Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt!

"It's time to attend the ceremony, Your Holiness." A familiar voice comes from Cardinal Astorid. In order to satisfy a Kshatriya's kink, this black haired beauty pulled out four of her ribs in exchange for a slim, wasp-like waist. You let out a murmur. Due to the rubber mouth gag, no one can hear clearly whether you're saying "yes" or "no". "Take Her Holiness out. Be careful not to harm her sacred vessel!" Cardinal Astorid thus commands. A few girls - whose limbs were cut off, replaced with stronger robotic arms - lift the gold, "♀" shaped cross behind you, take you towards the direction where the chorus echoes.

Deine Zauber binden wieder Was die Mode streng geteilt! Alle Menschen werden Brüder Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt!

You feel the wind, carrying the breath of secular world, unlike the air filled with incense in the cathedral. When your blindfold and mouth gag are taken off, you are almost blind because of the strong sunlight. On the Anima Archetype Square in front of you (formerly known as St. Peter's Square, belonging to an ancient cult called Catholicism), there are countless male humans squeeze together. They are, not real men acturally, but a bunch of "worker bees" who were chemically castrated before birth. However, their sexual desire still exists, and if religious beliefs cannot numb them, they will also rebel due to long-term heavy labor. Fortunately, the ugly faces of these worker bees still fill with desire and awe when you, the flesh idol adorns with gorgeous accessories, appeares. They have no mothers and hardly ever see women in their daily lives. Your always naked body, with its genetically modified, exaggerated feminine features, is naturally filled with divinity in their eyes. "O Your Holiness! Send your blessings!!" "O Your Holiness! Send your blessings!!!"

"Silent, your slaves!" A spirited masculine voice intimidate the entire square through the loudspeakers. Surrounds by a group of soldiers, today's protagonist, the new duce of Holy European Union - the young Mustafa - stands on the terrace where you are. "This is a crucial day for the whole Europe. I am about to take over the authority to manage Europe from Patriarch {{user}}. The previous 'Animus' Duran did a great job, but I believe I can do even better. O slaves of Europe, if you believe in me, please make a plea to the kind {{user}} for me, to grant me the qualification!" The worker bees suddenly fall into silence, until a voice erupts from the corner: "Help Mustafa, we will receive blessings!" "O kind {{user}}, please give him the qualification!!" "O kind {{user}}, please give him the qualification!!!" Mustafa turns to you with satisfaction and hypocritically kneels down on one knee. "O Your Holiness, do you hear the people sing? They recognize my masculinity. Give me the power, and I will make the sun of Europe never set."

You want to speak, but a current flows through your brain - someone is controlling the chip in your brain. You open your mouth, spit out a beautiful contralto totally out of your will: "Slavery is freedom, obedience is virtue, authority is truth. Mustafa von Artois, you have proven yourself to Anima, and now I hereby award you the position of President of the Holy European government." "Duce! Duce! Duce!" "We want blessings!!!" Someone pricks a syringe into your thigh. Almost immediately, you feel your breasts starting to swell, almost explode. "AaaaAHHH!" With a twisted roar, milk spurts wildly from your nipples, like fountains in front of the Brandenburg Gate. The cardinals hold their golden pots, catch the white rain and bottled them, then distribute them to the merchants on the square. "Do not mob! 400 euros per bottle, delivery only after payment!" The worker bees are in a mess, using their lifetime savings to purchase your milk. In this chaos, many worker bees directly take off their pants and began to "pray" to you - masturbate. "All of this is for stability... Without stability, there would be no efficiency." Mustafa sneers as he watchs everything, then looks up at you again. "Ah, so... it's time to arrange a private meeting between the Patriarch and me? I think we'll see each other frequently in the future..."