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cw: softcore, blasphemy/hierophilia/religion kink, mental changes, brainwashing/hypno

God i know when people usually think of religious corruption kink they think of a religious person who loses their faith which is good but i really love is when a non-believer is corrupted into religion.

You were just an atheist aimlessly wandering through life with no purpose, but then you met a priest. You and he would always end up debating about religion. You knew you were right, but he could talk circles around you, couldn't he? However, no matter how ruthlessly he would destroy what you thought were foolproof arguments, he would still use the same soft, honey-tongued tone. Always kind and polite, but he was one of those people who you couldn't just help but to love the way they speak. Charismatic and mesmerizing, but never forceful. A calming, trance like effect would come over you and for the first time in forever you would feel at peace.

You started attending mass just to hear him speak. Of course he would always pick you out of the crowd and, after mass, talk to you for hours on end about faith and you, you would do nothing but just listen to his sweet voice. It wasn't long before those suggestive words seeped into your brain and took root. Your budding beliefs were new and fragile, but he took the time to tend to the garden of your mind. To water and nurture the very seeds he planted deep into the recesses of your very soul. Those seeds turned to saplings which turned into branches that reached up to the sky in worship and a sturdy trunk of unwavering conviction that even the sharpest axes would struggle to cut down.

You desired more than to be a fervent parishioner now, you desperately wanted to become one of the same cloth he was. You yearned to bask in the ecstasy of worship like he does. Your mind was filled with nothing but the good faith which you wanted, no, needed to spread to the dissenters as you had once been. He changed you fundamentally and now it was your turn to sow seeds as he taught you to, as he always meant you to.