According to some sketchy history books I happened to find in the Duke's library, there are three different worlds: the world of Divinity, the world of Mortals, and the world of Blasphemy. In the world of Divinity, God rules over the Angels as they guide us, the ones who live in the world of Mortals into righteousness, however, the devils that follow Lucifer's rule on the world of Blasphemy try to lure us into sinful actions guided by greed and lust.

It is said that the type of Relic one finds is based on the power imbued into them: if a being from the Divinity world placed its power inside then it becomes a "Blessing", on the other hand, if its a being from the Blasphemy world then it becomes "Wicked".

Nowadays there are barely any Relics left, the crown tries its hardest to erase the existence of this magic, even then, the majority of people know they exist and still go to extensive extents to find them.

"Where are we headed master?" his throat was hurt deeply, one could tell from his extremely rough voice.

"To buy Orchids," I smile as he looks at me puzzled without understanding the logic behind my words. It was to be suspected since he had been trapped in that prison for so long, "Remember, three years and you can do whatever you want but until then, don't do anything stupid," I warn him as we begin passing through the cells filled with slaves.

After arriving on the main floor I head towards one of the merchants who was selling small recipients with weird-looking contents inside.

"Are you an Orchid seller?" I question the old lady that grinned at me happily with her leftover teeth.

"Indeed child, what type of Orchid are you looking for?" she asks me while beginning to rumble through the small glass recipients.

"One that kills and can't be tracked," a smile appears on my lips as the lady removes several poisons from a hidden black bag behind her back.

"Those are...!" the slave gasps after understanding the situation.

"Poisons, a woman's deadliest weapon," I finish his answer and he grows quiet. He was a smart boy and he knew he had to keep his thoughts to himself, at least in this place.

"A new flower came from the East, it is quick and effective," she shows me a beautifully yellow recipient.

'That's too good for him,' I thought to myself.

"Do you have anything that will take its time? I want to have some fun first," her dark eyes glitter with excitement.

"Well then, take this one. After taking it, one will lose the strength in their body gradually as they feel their veins sting. The person will be dead from three to five hours," her proposition was alluring.

I wanted to kill Terrel Wharton, however, I also demanded some satisfaction from that act. I can't just kill him with a simple poison, no. He needs to beg, he needs to suffer as much as I suffered in his hands. My memories of that night are still as bright as daylight and my body still remembers every wound that beast created.

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「 Ophelia's memories, 1st Life 」

I've been here for three months yet I don't think I can get used to this place. Duke Wharton is such a kindhearted man, even the maids that serve me are caring and respectful.

'I can't remember the last time something like this...' I blow onto a candle, allowing the darkness of the night to engulf me.

Everything was quiet, too quiet. The moon was hiding behind the clouds and the only sound heard were the rattling of the leaves as a soft Blistering breeze passed through them. Suddenly, a low sound echoes through the dark halls. I didn't know what it was and so I headed towards the door.

"What was that?" I ask to the maids stationed behind my door. No one replied.

'Did they leave...?' questions ran through my mind as silence embraced me, 'I'm sure they heard it, but why aren't they answering...?'

"Ophelia... Open the door," Terrel was on the other side of the door, speaking roughly, almost as if he was trying his hardest to speak correctly. Some hiccups are heard as well as the characteristic sound of moving liquids in a glass bottle and that's when I knew something was not right.

'Should I yell? No... No one is here... What should I do?' I started considering all my possibilities as I moved away from the door, 'He's just slightly drunk, he won't do anything bad...' I concluded that reason ruled over alcohol.

"You should get some rest Lord Terrel, you sound exhausted," I state politely from the other side of the door. I hear him growl in anger, almost as if a beast had come over his senses.

"Open the fucking door!" he yells while banging on the door loudly. Panicking I grab the doorknob, pushing it against me with all my strength. The sounds became louder and louder, however, they soon stopped.

The knob turns and I feel the corner of the wooden object hit my forehead, forcing my body to fall onto the floor, right before seeing him, holding on to an alcoholic beverage while trying to regain his footing. His clothes swing as the air current from my window passes and, right after that, he looks less insane. In this house, the doors were never locked but, as I look at the state of his sanity, I don't think he remembered.

"Let's do it, Ophelia, I'm tired of waiting," his voice was just like a nightmare, it made me scared, frightened. In this land, when a woman loses her virginity, she loses her power and I knew that without it, I was nothing but a slut, ready to be discarded at any moment by these men.

"Lord Terrel, I'm sure you are eager to do so but it's wiser to wait until marriage..." I got up while placing all my strength on the wooden table. My head felt like it was being pounded by several hammers, continuously, even then, I tried to persuade him, however, much to my dismay, the stench of alcohol that surrounded him blinded his reasoning. His dark brown eyes looked numb, facing me as if I was nothing more than an object that he owned as if I wasn't even human anymore.

"Please my lord... I'm sure that we can..." right as I was about to finish my sentence, Terrel heads towards me quickly and soon I feel a sharp pain on my left cheek after being hit by his pure brute strength. My head pounded even harder after that slap, making me lose my balance slightly.

"Shut up. You women are all the same," his body grew closer to mine as he grabbed my arms strongly, straightening me, right before throwing my body onto the bed. My chest was facing the sheets and I knew how vulnerable I was. The moment I tried to turn my body I am greeted by his rough hands on my back, pushing my body deeper onto the sheets.

"Terrel please stop!" at this point I was yelling, screaming while holding to a small strand of hope that this was nothing more than a nightmare with the monster under the bed. Deep down, I kept on hoping that the maids and butlers would hear, hoping that someone, anyone, would hear my plea.

"I said shut the fuck up!" I try to turn once my body once again but I am greeted with his fist on my cheek. This was the first time I tasted the sweetness of blood as it began gathering inside my mouth.

As I was dumbstruck he grabs my hips again and turns me right before grabbing my black hair and pulling my torso up.

"I've seen the way you look at me, you whore," he whispered into my ear as I smelled the intense fragrance of alcohol coming from his insides.

"Terrel, stop! Stop!" I kept on yelling with all the strength left in my lungs as I fought him with every single bit of power that remained. I clenched my nails onto his face as my back hurt from trying to move around. Even then, my strength was failing me, as my whole body was consumed by pain and despair.

"I said... Shut up, you filthy wench!" I feel another punch, even stronger than the first one and I struggle to remain conscious. Everything in my sigh was rotating even though I was clearly lying down on the, now red, bedsheets. I couldn't bear any more of this.

'Why...' I kept on thinking inside my head. When the Duke sent me to this house I was happy, thrilled in fact, as I thought that I would finally be able to do something good for my family. I thought that everything would go as the Marchioness had taught Amanda: you will marry the one you love and then you will carry their children in order to continue the lineage. I might not have become engaged to a man I loved but I, in the least, hoped the rest would be true.

In a futile attempt, I tried getting up and fight him but he just grabbed the back of my neck and pressed it against the bed harshly. My lungs begged for air as I struggled to breathe.

"Now be a good girl," without noticing, my dress had already been lifted, and soon after I feel something entering me. A sharp pain runs through my insides and I yell, even though no one could hear it. I wanted to throw up, I wanted to die every time he moved, every time I felt his member penetrate me over and over again.

'It hurts...' tears ran down my face but soon found their way onto the already wet sheets. I kept on yelling while moaning in pain.

"Take it off! It hurts! Stop!" his grip becomes weaker and I manage to face upwards, getting a chance to speak properly, even then, it didn't make any difference. He didn't care about bringing me any pain as long as his needs were satisfied. After I spoke he became rougher and I began to feel my insides burn, almost as if someone was purposedly touching them with fire.

I wanted to throw up as the world around me rotated again and again. Eventually, the pain turned into numbness and my soul became empty. I didn't yell, I didn't moan, I could only feel the leftover tears run down my face.

Terrel began to curse loudly as he found himself troubled. He wasn't able to finish the job due to the amount of alcohol in his system. I didn't know if I should feel thankful or hateful for it.

After one whole hour, it finally ends. Something warm flows deep inside me right before Terrel leans his body on top of my back. His touch made me want to die while his smell made me want to throw my guts out.

"It wasn't that hard was it Ophelia? Ah..." he begins catching his breath as his sweat falls onto my body, "Don't look like that dear, I know you loved it as much as I did," he stated as he fixed his attire slightly. Without any remorse, he leaves the room, leaving me exposed, lying half-naked in the bed, without any force left inside.

I don't remember anything else after that. My conscious finally gave in and I was thrown into the world of dreams, except that, this time, the only thing I saw was nothing but bright red.

The next morning arrived and the maids woke me up. None of them looked shocked from my attire, or even from what happened. That's when I knew that they were the ones that allowed this to happen.

A bath was prepared for me and a doctor called to tend to my wounds. Due to Terrel's punches, I had to drink fluids for a whole week as my mouth was too sore open. During the bath, I sent the maids away and ended up washing my body myself. I don't remember how many hours I stayed in that water crying and rubbing my body over and over again as I kept on feeling the necessity to peel off my disgusting skin.

Just like Terrel had said, I felt like a whore. I couldn't forget his touch, his smell, his voice. I couldn't forget him, no matter how much I struggled to, how much I wanted to. I was nothing more than a piece of garbage that had lost his worth, a woman who became a whore because of a devil who escaped the world of Blasphemy.

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「 Back to the present 」

"Master?" I hear the slave's voice and notice I was gripping onto the recipient strongly.

"Yes?" instantly, I reply just to see the old lady waiting as she smiled, waiting for her payment.

"You can mix it with food or any liquid," she stretches her hand as I give her ten gold coins.

For a moment I thought I could question her regarding Duke Wharton's sudden symptoms but soon gave up on that idea. It isn't something I needed to bother myself with. We end up leaving the building and, as the sunlight is seen, the slave immediately covers his eyes. I knew that feeling, not seeing the light, becoming desperate due to the overwhelming darkness... That's what I felt when I was trapped in Terrel's cellar.

"Let's get you something to eat," I begin walking and he follows me quietly.