My head goes numb, not understanding how am I still alive. I was hit by the sword on my side, cutting through flesh, only stopping in my spine. Feeling pain and the object in my stomach, I still managed to stay conscious. Losing my ability to think, I jump straight into the window, breaking outside.

The perfect environment I saw before was gone, everything in the world looks like filth. Why do I deserve this? Why do I must feel such pain? I slowly realise my power is weak beyond comparison. I’m barely breathing, yet somehow still running. Where to? I can’t even open my eyes anymore. The only thing I know is I’m still inside this scum town.

The only way my basic regenerating ability can save me is by pulling the sword out. That way I’ll die from blood loss. I’m losing so much blood already. Isn’t there any other way?

My pace starts to slow down. Not knowing where I’m, I touch the nearest object. A wooden roof? How did I get up here? Slowly crawling forward I fall down, damaging my body even more.

Hearing the sword resonating after clashing with the ground, I’m sure it fall out. Concentrating my magic power directly on wound, I try to increase the regeneration speed. I don’t know how to use magic, but my body knows. It’ll consume it surely.

Not being able to move I sit in a dark alley, covered in blood. They will follow my blood trail so I have to run quickly, but no matter how much I try, I know the regeneration won’t be able to keep up.

My wound stopped bleeding, but I lost too much blood, my organs are also severely damaged. I manage to open my eyes, only to feel terrified.

(Strange guard) “Hello sleepyhead. Before I kill you let’s have some fun. You filth only know how to kill and breed, so do what you should do bitch!”

Feeling terrified I try to move, only to find myself unable to. He grabs my neck with one hand, making me suffocate while ripping off my clothes with the other.

(Strange guard) “So you really are this weak. You whore don’t even deserve to be alive”

Finished removing my clothes, he frees his dick from his pants. Not releasing my neck he forces his thing in me, dry. Penetrating me I only feel huge pain. Since I’m a demon even my hymen regenerates. Adding all of these completes a level of pain I never felt before. Attacked, raped, tormented, my heart begs for help, yet on the corner of my eyes I only see a girl crying miserably held down by others. What was her name again? Ahh..

Maybe I’m punished. Maybe I really committed evil. I remember how I wanted to kill Wellfed. He didn’t hit me, he did not torment on me. His eyes did not show lust nor disgust. I could have killed the bandits without a problem, yet I didn’t. Is he even alive? I remember the bandits capturing him for ransom, but I've not seen him after that.

And the bandit leader. What was his name again? He cared for me as his own sister, yet I tormented and almost killed him.

And there was this girl. Char… something. I swindled them, I bribed them, yet she’s crying for me. She’s suffering because of me.

These are all my mistakes. But it’s not like I was at fault? That was what seemed the best at the moment. Why would anyone hate me for that?

From the intense pain I can’t think anymore. I should not care about anything anymore. If I die I won’t be able to achieve anything. I can only follow what’s the best choice in the moment.

Finishing ejaculating inside me the man laughs wildly. He slowly grabs his sword and leisurely prepares to swing at my neck.

Strange. I feel the same power as last time. I have to accept the fact that I’m really a whore demon. His power is a speck of dust in the ocean compared to the robber leader’s. But it’s enough. I only need one attack. Power to attack once.

Noticing my body twitching, the man swings down his sword hurriedly, but it’s too late. Faster than eye can see my hand pierces his chest, grabbing his heart. I tear out and hold it towards the moonlight, a second later I nonchalantly start devour it like a gourmet.

I have to admit, this trash’s heart is delicious, yet holds almost no power. Useless trash.

Every member of this audience of mine trembles in fear. Utterly useless trash. All of them. At the moment I can’t be picky though, I have to repair my body. My senses notice no one in the vicinity but the 3 trash and the trash woman.

Shiftly jumping towards them . Not even trying to run, they await their deaths trembling. Instantly acquiring their hearts I impatiently gobble them. While doing the same to the third, the woman trash hugs my leg, begging for forgiveness.

(Charlot) “Please! Stop! It’s my fault! Just stop please! Kill me if you have to vent your anger, but don’t kill anyone else! I beg you! I know that you are not like this!”

Finished the third heart I grab the neck of the trash woman, who’s trying to hide her tears. Hardening my grip slowly I notice that the girl is smiling. Why? How can she smile? Is it a trick?

While deep in thoughts I don’t even notice she's already gone. Why did I even kill her? Just what did she do? She did what I made her to do. She fucked up. I see. So that’s why! That can be the only truth! Everything else is a lie. A complete lie I said! But why am I shedding tears again?!!

Mad laughter echoes through the night, coming from the mount of a crying little girl.

This moment when she finally realised, she never wanted to accept the truth. How could she accept something she knows nothing about? She was born weeks ago yet possesses so much intelligence but no wisdom. A body that feeds only life energy. The power of a Succubus, a whore demon inhabits her.

There is also something entirely else, an even more frightening power residing deep inside. It should be imposible for her possessing magical power since it only resides inside some of the humas and the dragons, even in this world. This raises so many questions. As for why, she only knows so little the bandits told her. “Magic is given to us by heaven to save us from the demons”. Ironic isn’t it?