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"Ha ha," Sirzechs laughed. "I didn't expect it myself when I first started it with the children of my household's servants, just to have a good time. Now, they get invited to perform in other cities in the Gremory lands."
The red-haired demon smiled humbly, but you could see the pride in his eyes. He never took his gaze off the red-eyed demoness with the silver hair.
Standing next to them, a short, black-haired girl with purple eyes puffed out her cheeks in annoyance.
"Hey, you two!" she said loudly. "Come out of your little world and stop ignoring everyone else. You're not the only ones here, you know."
"Serafall," Grayfia said calmly, quickly looking away from Sirzechs. She tried her best not to let her blush show. "I am simply following the orders of the descendants of the Rulers to watch over the heir of the House of Gremory."
Sirzechs looked up at the ceiling, trying very hard to hide his own red cheeks. The heiress of the House of Sitri, one of the 72 Pillars of Hell, just smiled a sneaky smile.
"Yeah, right. Who's going to believe that nonsense?"
An icy coldness spread through my chest. My black heart seemed to pulse with a dark energy. I moved to the side, pretending to be interested in the snacks on the tables. I couldn't let my overbearing presence ruin my mother's enjoyment of the party.
But I could stay close enough to hear what was being said, without drawing too much attention.
That was getting harder to do these days, as my reputation as a "genius of alchemy" had grown in the past few years.
The slow, gentle music that had been playing in the hall changed to a faster tune, and the demons in the room began to pair up and move toward the center of the floor.
Seeing a chance to escape the embarrassing conversation, the red-haired demon turned to the silver-haired girl and held out his hand.
"Would the birthday girl be so kind as to have a dance with me?"
"I suppose I will," she said, taking his hand.
The knife I had been holding in my hand turned to dust. I had accidentally released a burst of black qi mixed with my demonic power.
The girl named Sitri flinched and quickly turned her head to look at me. I just smiled politely, hiding my hands behind my back and using my special power to pull the last little bits of the knife into my aura.
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With an empty look on her face, the woman who used to be called Beatrice sat on the floor of the cell. Her new owners had brought her here a few hours ago.
She didn't think about who would want a broken "toy" like her. She knew they would probably just throw her out on the street to die soon.
She tried not to think. She tried not to pay attention. She tried not to hope. Hope had only ever brought her pain when she realized, again and again, that it was useless.
The "toy" wanted to lose herself in the memories of her other life, the life when she was Beatrice, a simple peasant girl from a small French village.
The name of the village was already gone from her memory. It was a life where her body wasn't covered in ugly scars from the "games."
A life where her skin was firm and tan, not wrinkled and pale.
A life where it was easy to think, and her chest wasn't filled with a crazy emptiness that had come after she made a contract that "sucked your weak little soul dry, silly girl."
It had been a hard life, full of difficult work in the village, but it had been her life.
That was before the handsome young nobleman had come, wanting to hire servants for his mansion.
Hoping for a better life, Beatrice, along with many others, had gone with him. And then, they had become "goods."
The handsome nobleman had turned out to be a demon, and the mansion had turned out to be a brothel in the middle of Hell.
And she had become a Toy for the demons, creatures who seemed to have come straight out of the old priest's stories.
They were beautiful, immortal, and cruel creations of darkness.
The cell door creaked open. The Toy flinched in fear and looked up.
"There is nothing that makes people hurry like a focused desire to kill, mixed with the pressure of a soul, which makes them feel like they are about to die," a black-haired boy said with a small smile as he walked into the cell.
She knew that demons could change their appearance, so the boy in front of her could be an ancient monster who had taken the form of a child for fun.
But for some reason, she couldn't take her eyes off him. He was so… captivating. It was as if by touching him, she could finally get what she had wanted for so long.
"You want to die, don't you?" he asked.
Peace.
"But this magic collar won't let you kill yourself. Or are you afraid that if you die, you will stay here, like a sinner who has committed such a terrible act, instead of going to heaven?"
The "toy" stared into his mesmerizing red eyes and said nothing. The creature who had come to her was too powerful for her to speak to.
The boy's hands reached for her neck and closed around the small, delicate collar. With a crackle of electricity, the slave-control artifact broke in two and fell to the side.
"I can give you death," he said. "With a body like this and a soul that has been torn apart by having its spiritual energy drained, you only have a year or two to live anyway. Maybe, after all the suffering you have been through, your soul will be allowed to go to heaven, instead of being reborn or going to purgatory. But do you really want it all to end like this?"
The "toy" froze, looking at the boy who was now very close to her. His quiet whisper filled her mind as the world around them faded to black, leaving only the two of them.
"Don't you want to let out all the hatred and rage that have been building up inside you? Do you want to run away, to forget the despair they made you feel? Do you want to forget your suffering and leave those who caused it alone, thinking that the lord of heaven will punish them?"
"But could he and his angels save you? And if they couldn't, do you think they can punish those who are to blame for your suffering? Will your anger, your sadness, and your tears just get lost in the river of time, vanishing from the pages of history?"
"I…"
"I will not save you," he said. "I will not get revenge for you, and I will not give you the power to go and take revenge on those who did this to you right away. But… I can guide you. I can give you a push and show you the way. After that, you yourself can make your abusers feel a suffering that is equal to yours. You can get your revenge. You just have to give up this useless, short life and follow me."
The boy's eyes filled with darkness, hiding the white parts and the red irises. He touched the broken girl's solar plexus.
She was trembling from the emotions and feelings that had been pulled to the surface, feelings she had been holding in for years.
Remembering the smug face of the demon who had tricked her, Beatrice whispered her answer.
"…follow…"
A flood of Death Qi poured into the woman's body.
She felt the pain leave her, and the emptiness in her chest was filled with a burning anger and hatred that became a part of her very being.
She watched as her scarred and broken body withered away, falling to the floor of the cell in a pile of dust, revealing her new form.
She took a reflexive breath of air, which she no longer needed. Now an undead spirit, Beatrice let out a piercing scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
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