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This is... too much work for my old bones. A labor I wouldn't have to do if these ungrateful brats had enough courage to take on their own problems.

I can't continue like this. My body can't take it anymore. I only moved a little, but now my back and feet hurt too much. It's not fair. They are no longer children in need of comfort. They should accept reality as the women they are.

I will have to begin training one of them to inherit my position, but who will want to do that? They're all such fearful women that they run away when I talk to them. Although, maybe I'm a little to blame for that.

Still, by now, they should know that the rough handling I give them is for their good. After all, since I took over the leadership, deaths have gone way down. It's been decades, and I've done well, but I'm tired.

I'm sick of it all, and they don't help me with it, as when I went to check on them today, I had to put up with their screaming or whining right after entering the room.

... Well, although they have annoyed me with that, I can't blame them entirely either, because this time they faced a situation that even I would be nervous about.

I wasn't present when it happened, but piecing together what they told me between murmuring voices and sobbing, it seems it all started when they heard knocking at the door.

At first, the knocks were gentle as if calling on them to open it to receive it, which, of course, they did not do.

Although I do not commend them for it, as I believe they could have acted in any other way than simply staying still and silent, waiting for it to go away, their behavior is something I can understand. After all, they have never had a visitor in their room.

In this hell, no one looks for us because in the eyes of the demons that inhabit it, we are nothing more than mere useful tools that raise and feed them. Also, for their two leaders, we are not even that.

It has been so long that we, and our predecessors, have served them while hiding under numerous garments that they have ceased to see us as living beings. A good thing since that allows us to fulfill our functions without the harassment that could come from such lustful and sick beasts.

Then, that knock could only come from a third person, someone who has shown interest in our existence.

That's why, when this monster saw that they didn't open the door, tired of waiting, it entered the place with a kick.

Silly girls, I remember telling them to do everything possible to avoid it or at least not to bother it, but it was too late for that, and although I did not see what happened, the smell of urine was still perceived within the four walls. So, they probably greeted it with screams, and perhaps, one of them could have threatened it to leave.

With that said, they were lucky that no one was killed because, in that situation, I wouldn't have been surprised if that thing attacked them to shut them up. Besides, even if it did, it would not be recriminated since it is the favorite of the chief of the beasts.

However, the fact that it did not kill anyone does not diminish how dangerous it is.

I have not forgotten it, nor do I believe I ever will. I heard it clearly when it communicated with undecipherable words. Moreover, it squeezes my heart to think I am the only witness still alive.

That thing is different from the others. I may not have understood what it was trying to say, but its confident tone and the twinkle in its eyes were enough for me to realize that it spoke in a cursed language, one that only made sense to it.

Yes, that shouldn't be possible, but I don't doubt my memory or sanity. I am sure it knows something.

I thought so since I saw it fight like a human, but this event proved my suspicions.

That thing is cursed. That thing came here to take us with it to its lands.

Poor wretch. So young you were, and you had to be the first victim to fall under its dirty tricks.

I wanted to help her, but it was impossible. It planned each of its steps well, for not only did it urge her to slap it, but it also brought its chief close by so that he could see what she did to it. That is why I could not inflict a lesser punishment on her.

Worst of all, knowing that everything would turn out the way it wanted, it had a creepy smile on its face.

Damn profane and aberrant thing.

But, while the demons of hell exist, so do the gods of heaven, although those had never helped us, not until now, not to anyone but her.

They saved the girl who was haunted by the devil from a fate that was worse than death. Yes, she died, but that is what saved her.

A sad fate, but not far from me.

Soon I will die, and there may be no one who can replace me in time.

I do not fear death, although I do not desire it either. After all, if I did, I wouldn't have sacrificed so much to stay alive until now. Still, I know I deserve to die.

I accept that, even though I do it in silence, without anyone listening to me or wanting them to, I was to blame for six young women dying and countless babies suffering before and after their deaths.

I do not regret it. I cannot do it, as that was something that had to be done, that must be done even if we had to bear the sin.

What a pity. I want to live, but the crazy man will kill me.

Damn old man, why are you still alive? When I was freshly caught, you looked older than I do now, so why aren't you dead yet?

Damn magic, it gives power to the worst monsters.

It is so aggravating to think that, despite my efforts, I will die before him, but even if he kills me, I will not allow him to torture me as he did others. So, when the time comes, I will have something ready to take my life immediately.

. . . . . . . . . .

Stupid bitch. I'll kill her. I will. I will rip her apart, tear her to pieces and make the other slaves cook her flesh for the simpletons to eat...

It's what I would do if it weren't for the fact that my time is too valuable to waste on her. Besides, her ignorance and boldness, in the end, helped me a little.

Who knew that dealing with a phenomenon of such magnitude would make my wait shorter?

Thank you, dear lady. Thanks to you, I only need one more procedure to achieve this. Also, since the subjects to use are already growing and the arrival of the merchant is near, I can now feel the power in my hands. Just a little bit. Just an infinitely small amount of time more.

Insignificant creature, your luck is remarkable. You will live because I do not yet wish to kill you, but you do not deserve it, and so, when I succeed, I will end your miserable life... yes, I remind him.

My perfect memory forgets nothing. Therefore, I remember the day when number seventy-six informed me about a singularity.

Poor ignoramus. He looked so cheerful when he told me about something I had noticed a long time ago. Although, contrary to what he thought, that thing is nothing but a mistake, just as he himself is.

At the end of the day, if he wasn't, he wouldn't have put up such an embarrassing fight as he did.

A transcendent cannot be like that. A transcendent should not fight with his hands because that is a barbarian thing. A transcendent must erase his enemies using the most refined magics, but he did not do it, nor could he do it.

An unfortunate failure.

Of course, even if I could have, I would not have been able to reach my ankles as far as power is concerned, for mine surpasses all fantasy creations and nonsense of insane writers.

Still, garbage will always be garbage, so it will also be deleted to avoid that stain on my reputation being discovered.