"All is fair in love and torture"

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(Warning: 18+ Szene includes gore and torture.)

Oriana pov

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" A deafening scream echoed through the hallways. It was the result of my attention that I had gifted this man; he was not enjoying it much, but that was to be expected. After all, no one liked to be tormented, but as this man had done a similar thing many times, he was not the one who had the right to question my decisions.

"Ihihihihihihihihihi" I giggled and pressed a long, pointed needle under his fingernail. Hearing his sreams helped me release my stress and made it easier to control my anger. The consequence of this was another scream that this man let out. He was really not good at being on the receiving end of torture. Did he not know that you had to be as quiet as possible, so that the torturer lost interest in you?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" apparently not; the fingernail that I had worked so hard on fell to the floor. I walked in the direction of the operating table to pick up another tool. My fingers flew over the displayed torturer instruments until they stopped on a strange hock. 

I felt a strange feeling in my chest; it was joy mixed with confusion. Until now, I had not done something like that. The knights in the village, Nigun's man, or even the bandits that had interrupted our travels to the theocracy. All of them I had killed sure, but at that time it was different, until now. If anyone got on my nerves, I just swatted them away, like the anoying flies they were. I had not enjoyed it, but I also did not hate it. It was like a human stomping on an insect that had disturbed them; there was no joy but also no dislike in it.

I loosened his chains and pulled him up until he was half standing and half hanging in front of me. With a quick motion, I jammed the hock in his back, pulling him up in the air on a chain. He was crying and screaming, but I did not stop. I felt joy and excitement in seeing this insect suffer, and finally, my stress left. I really did change, did I? 

Why did I have fun doing it?

Was this truly all right?

These questions were running through my head. I knew it was wrong; that was what I had learned in my previous life, but did these ideals still count in my new life? I was another person; I was in another world; hell, I was not even human, but did things really change that much? Living in my old world was also not pleasant; we, the working class, had to do everything, while the rich enjoyed the fruits of our labor. 

I looked at my hands; they were stained red from all the torture that I had inflicted on this hated man. This hand's done all that; they had moved on my will to make this human life missrabel; that was a fact. I did not feel remorse, nor did I concern myself with the screams of my victims. 

I was rather enjoying it.

I'd really become a monster, hadn't I? I thought

But apart from these questions, there was one thing that was much more important than my questioning of the current morality system, and that was...

A tingly feeling was growing inside my stomach. It had started small and was growing with each second and with each scream my prisinor let out. 

I want more; this unconscious thought was all my body needed to act. With a quick movement, my fingernail severed his arm, which instantly fell off. The scream that was produced by this action made the feeling in my stomach even more pleasant.

No, this is wrong.

Even though this person before me was anything but a sincere citizen, it was not right to do something so horrible to him. 

It was wrong. 

I should not do this.

Although I did not feel any remorse, although it would not have even moved my heart if I had killed him right here, it just did not feel right.

I wouldn't want the same to happen to me.

Yes, that's right. I will stop... I thought about it and put the tongs that I had picked up earlier back on the table, but the moment I laid the tool down, the wonderful feeling in my chest vanished.

Just once more... I do it just one more time...

I steached out my finger until it reached his eyeball and let it remain just enough before his eye to make him realize what I was going to do.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaah," I let out a relieved sigh, as if a huge weight had been lifted from my chest. I felt so free, as if anything was fine. I looked at the suffering human and felt another giggle bubble up from the bottom of my stomach. I could feel it; there was something inside... And it wanted out; although I had fought it previously and suppressed it, now it felt all right to let it out.

"IhiHiHIhihIHIHHihIHIIiiiIII" 

My fingers gently traced over his back, searching for his rips, then stopped; I had found them...

"Cracks" 

"AHHHHHHHHHHH"

I had inserted my finger into his back and ripped his rib out. The tingly feeling in my stomach spread; it felt as if it could cover my whole body, and...it felt so good. The black mud was back, now even more agitated than last time. It crawled over my arms faster than ever, taking over space as if it were its own, but I did not care... because it felt good. With each centimeter covered by the mud, the tibgly feeling spread. It had long grown out of my stomach and spread over my entire body.

With the mud came the eyes. Whereas last time there were just a few eyes, this time multiple of them opened in just one moment. I looked down; my arms had become black tentecals with razor-sharp edges on the end, mimicking claws.

I felt my jaw grow along with my teeth; the mud was already at my neck, and it quickly started to cover my face like a mask. My vision became red, and I knew what was about to come, for I had already seen my real form in the game. 

"AhaAHAhaHAHAHAHaHAHaHAhahAHA" A booming voice echoed through the hallways. 

I felt my consciousness slip, but I did not fight it. Red was all I could see, with the outlines like faint hints for what could be. It felt like a dream where you knew you were sleeping but couldn't wake up.

Because it felt good.

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Mariana pov 

After being ordered back from the Slane theocracy, she started to aid Demiurge in his task of completing the 'base' of this evil organization. Planned was something akin to the great tomb of Nazarik, just much smaller. Yes, it was more of a bunker than a tomb, but with enough space for a large meeting room and a few smaller rooms for storing various items, it was more than enough. It had no entrance or exit and was only able to be entered by a teleportation spell.

The reason for that was that only council members were allowed to enter; a blood seal created by her misstres would then be able to block any teleportation; only the rings the sins wore that her lady had created with her magic would then be able to bypass that seal. Of course, enough force was also able to tear through that seal, but not many in this world possessed that much power, and even if they did, they first had to force their way a few hundred meters down because the bunker was located deep underground.

Thanks to this design, the "Sins" would be able to safely escape if necessary before the enemy could even enter the briefing room. The base was in the Abelion Hills, an area where Demiurge was currently... experimenting. She was in the middle of doing some finishing touches, like adding large seats, a large table, and magical lights that gave off an ominous glow, when it happened.

Something deep inside her... The connection to her misstress—it was just as usaul, but there was something off; it was like that time where she had witnessed her lady lose control in the theoracy. But at the same time, it felt different. She had felt the rage and the anger for Shalltears Betrail; she was sure any vampire had felt it. But now it was more subtle, much more refined, and... happy?

like a dam breaking, like a glass overflowing, like a caged animal let loose, and although she was happy for her misstress, although she loved her deeply and wanted nothing more than to serve her for enternity, she felt an emotion, one she had forgotten for a long time, one that was almost foreign to her.

She felt fear. 

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