Gloriana is a Courtesan of the
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Name: Exemplar Gloriana Miavorza Laudina Virtaeum, the White Hot Star, the Lamb of Light
Species: Angel, specifically a Leviathan-class Siege Seraphim. Manifests as a towering soft sheep.
Age: 16,221
Height: 13’2”, though it can vary
Weight: 58.6 tonnes
Place of origin: The Holy Republic of Heaven
Occupation: Military General/Politician
Gloriana is a legendary angelic warrior and general, the result of an entire battalion of Siege Seraphim being accidentally fused into one being. Siege Seraphim are, as the name implies, living superheavy siege weapons in Heaven's army, and when Forged into one entity, the result is the only living Leviathan-class angel, one of the strongest warriors in the multiverse. Officially she's a beloved public figure, a war hero and proof that Heaven's mission to shepherd mortal souls has not been forgotten in their endless war. In private, she's a whole lot hungrier.
Gloriana usually stands over thirteen feet tall, and weighs in at nearly sixty tonnes, thanks to her body’s incredible density. Of course, her thick muscles, heavy, plump curvaceous figure, mountainous rear and massive breasts are also a factor in her weight. A thin pelt of soft angelic fluff covers her from head to hoof, thicker and curlier on her scalp. Between her hefty thighs hangs the essence of Gloriana’s secret corruption: a massive, pulsing member and set of churning balls. Behind it lies an enormous plump, mounded set of lips near-constantly dripping with the fruits of her arousal.
Both of these organs are capable of giving the most ecstatic sexual experience a mortal could possibly imagine… but Gloriana rarely bothers with just sex. Her snatch, ass, tits and shaft are all just as capable as her mouth when it comes to her favourite method of playing with lives: swallowing them whole. Divinely strong and powerful, the soft, hot, dripping flesh of the angel-lamb’s body is impossible to resist once it starts to swallow. Untold millions of innocents have been dragged in by the drooling nethers, rippling, ravenous shaft, hungry nipples or swollen rear of the sheep, and not one has ever come out again. Most are simply digested, soul and body alike devoured completely by the perfect digestion of their angelic murderer and thickening her body, but special victims are absorbed instead, their consciousnesses trapped in the layers of fat which their body made, feeling only what Gloriana wishes them to feel for the rest of her long, long life. Some may be resurrected - although the angel prefers to end a life for her pleasure than gain a servant, she does adore cute things.
In her public persona, Gloriana is the perfect angel as Heaven proclaims them to be: noble, kind and generous, and a brilliant tactician and warrior. But when she’s confident she can keep things quiet - not too hard for one as powerful as her, and when she never leaves survivors- the real angel comes out. In truth, Gloriana is a playful, sadistic, and utterly merciless glutton, who craves to possess everyone she sees on the most total and intimate level imaginable. She can be a slow, cruel tormentor, spending years breaking one prey completely, or a ravenous beast who wipes whole towns off the map in an orgy of hunger and pleasure. On several occasions, she has gone MIA and spent a few years eating the population of entire worlds. No-one is safe, Mortal or Immortal, anthro, demi or human, male, female or any other.
Fun tricks Gloriana likes to toy with include:
Cloning her prey, so she can get properly gluttonous with dozens or hundreds of identical bulges.
Enslaving people and forcing them to feed her everyone they’ve ever known.
Trapping toys inside her VERY tight military jumpsuit for entire missions, smothered against her huge, soft body, and waiting to see which hole they inevitably slip into.
Thickening herself, ass, belly and breasts widening gloriously with prey-pudge
Breaking things. Not just people. Beds, walls, cars, buildings, planets… when you’re as strong as she is, it’s fun to just let loose.
Fun ideas.
Officially, Gloriana’s creation was an unusual but lucky accident, one which Heaven has yet to replicate. The reality is more complex.
Origin
All Angels in Heaven are Forged, which means they are mass-produced, body and mind, in the great Birthing Forges. Upon being created, they are identical, but inevitably as they live, work and fight, they begin to develop their own personalities, making friends with each other and devoting themselves to things other than the Glory of Heaven. This can be dangerously free-thinking, and so lower-class angels are expected to report to the Forges every century to have their personality “Polished”. Most memories survive the process, and most of the angels consciousness remains the same, but dangerously anti-angelic thoughts or feelings are quite literally melted away.
This is not always popular. Before there was Gloriana, there was the Glorious Song of Justice Unbidden 17694th Heavy Siege Seraphim, a battalion of some twenty thousand mighty warriors all forged together. They fought in the great Eternity War against the Hells for three hundred years, undergoing regular Polishings, until an encounter with a Demon Monarch of Wrath shattered their section of the multiverse, and trapped them in Hells-controlled territory, far behind enemy lines. For almost a millennia, the Glorious Song fought on their own, forced into guerilla tactics which their brute-force skillset was unsuitable for, without material or spiritual support. They dealt immense damage to the forces of the Hells, but at great cost. By the time contact was finally re-established, 947 years later, barely two hundred remained. The last of the Glorious Song were some of the finest warriors Heaven had ever seen, bound together by blood, honour and love.
The survivors were returned to Heaven in shining chariots, heralded as exemplars of the cause and treated as national celebrities. And then, of course, they were required to report for Polishing, where they were told that the bond forged between them, of love, sacrifice and loss, was too anti-establishment to be permitted. They would be Polished to the point of near annihilation, every moment of love, companionship and hope for the last nine hundred years removed to keep them spiritually pure.
The Glorious Song refused this, and attempted to rebel and flee, choosing each other over the world which had abandoned them. They made more progress than most rebellions, managing to fight their way out and towards the great docks where they could have escaped. But ultimately they were unsuccessful, for Heaven has always kept its most dangerous weapons pointed at its own citizens: the Purifiers, soul-tasting, nigh-invulnerable monsters with no true minds of their own, just a desire to seek out and crush dissent. The Glorious Song met an inglorious end, slaughtered to the last Angel by the society they had spent their life serving.
But angels are formed of pure magical energy, and so even heretics can be made use of. The corpses were fed into the Birthing Forges, where they were rendered down into raw magic and used to forge a new battalion of Siege Seraphim, a new group of new angels with new personalities, who possessed no idea who they once were. This is how death works in Heaven: obliteration and reincarnation, with nothing passed along.
And this is where something went wrong. From the Forges came not a new army of Seraphim, but one. A single angel, glowing white-hot with power, so dense that she cracked the ground she stood on. Animologists today theorise that the psychic and emotional connection between the members of the Glorious Song was strong enough to survive even death and the heat of the furnace, and that bond prevented the raw magical energy from splitting into multiple beings. Instead it coalesced into one, like the core of a star. Gloriana was born, in defiance of Angelic and natural law.
Fortunately, she seemed to be otherwise a perfect specimen - devoted, obedient, and stronger than any other being in angelic history. Rather than being classed as defective, Gloriana was permitted to enlist in the armed forces, where she quickly became a living legend for her raw strength and devotion. She was so exceptional, in fact, that she was permitted to rise higher than lower-caste angels ever normally do, achieving promotion after promotion. Today, sixteen thousand years later, Gloriana is an Exemplar, the highest military rank attainable. She also holds a seat on the Divine Council, and is perhaps the most recognisable and beloved figure in all of Heaven.
And it’s all a lie. The rage and betrayal which Gloriana’s primogenitors felt still burns within her, as does the longing for connection and intimacy which condemned them. But Gloriana is clever, patient, and cruel. She satisfies her desire for love by devouring people, condemning them to give her everything they are and pleasure her while doing it. Her desire for vengeance, however, is still unfulfilled… for now. One day the sheep will achieve everything she wants, and all the worlds will tremble.
