Watching her life play out from a third person's perspective caused Gwendolyn's heart to throb and ache. Memories she had long since forgotten resurfaced; her mothers cruel education which turned into manipulation and control after several years of giving birth to her, the person she called father gaslighting her whenever she speaks about how he treats her wrongly–neglecting her emotionally and mentally, while physically abusing Gwendolyn for questioning his way of doing things. The person she called sister copying her father only harsher due to her inferiority complex of not having been Blessed; abusing Gwendolyn any way she can to the point of having shoved rotted food down her throat, only to say it was a prank and disregarded her health right after, since her blessing naturally healed anything Gwen could’ve used as evidence.
The only family member who had pitied and helped her recover was her fraternal twin brother, Lysander. But as years passed, he became more reluctant in helping Gwendolyn due to the fact their older sister would unleash her wrath onto him if he interferes.

Tears had started to flow out her eyes as the memory of when she was forced to starve for two weeks came, hearing her parents' cruel words. "You've been eating like a pig all this time and now your clothes won't fit. You had to lose the extra weight somehow, do you want to starve again if you're going to keep complaining?" 

"Did you forget my teachings already? Being quiet will make you more beautiful, my dear. A perfect lady is obedient to her family–but not only that, she should also be respectful to her peers, Gwendolyn. Must you make me repeat myself all the time?" Gwendolyn was merely a child at this time, barely the age of ten when she learned it was best to keep her mouth shut, rather than instigate an argument that wouldn't be in her favor.
She had to be the "perfect daughter" in others eyes in order to survive, while forcing to hide her true emotions so they'd never see the light of day.

The scene changed to when her parents were out for the day, a vase being thrown against the wall mere inches away from Gwendolyn's face, caused her to flinch both in the image and in the current–hearing her own shaking voice apologizing, she kept her gaze stuck to the ground as she felt a glare with immense hatred begin to suffocate her. 

These memories of her upbringing felt as though they were going on for far longer than it should have, until her sliver of hope appeared; the day Gwendolyn received an acceptance letter from Cilbora Academy two years later.
A weight no matter how slight was lifted from her shoulders, knowing she would be safe as long as she stayed within those school walls.
She held back tears of relief as the memories continued with Gwendolyn having stayed at the school for three consecutive years and had not gone home once, using the excuse of wanting to focus and better her education rather than going back home. It was within the three years she stayed and made almost no contact with her family that she was able to make friends that she felt had understood her—even if they had no idea who she was and what her home life was like, she had a better idea about what she wanted for herself.
But as the memories moved on, Gwen noticed that there were more bad moments of her life than good. Questionable people she had considered her closest friends, and actual friends who cared about her were slowly pushed away as Gwen was manipulated into thinking they hated her, and no longer wanted to associate themselves with her.

When her memories finally stopped after showing how she died, Gwendolyn had no more tears to shed for her previous life. She felt pathetic, hollow and cold with a haggard expression on her face from the excessive amount of crying, and her throat hoarse from having screamed out in frustration, agony, and anger.

She felt worthless and heartbroken at her sad and miserable life.

"Azarios...will you answer the next question I'm about to ask truthfully?" Whispering her words while being careful as to how she says it, Gwendolyn’s gloomy face caused Azarios to feel guilty at having shown her the memories she tried to bury without noticing.

"...yes. I will."
Bitterly smiling in contentment, Gwen wiped her already damped sleeves against her still runny nose, and used whatever part of her clothes that were still dry to clean the tears from her face. Releasing a groaning sigh while staring at the ceiling in despair, Gwendolyn’s voice wavered while speaking.
"You've seen my life, but even still I'm so unsure of myself...so please answer me...was I ever truly happy? I don’t mean whether or not I had a few good times with friends, or when I was happy but scared when my family didn’t abuse me for a few days to weeks—that’s not what I mean...throughout my whole life, from the beginning of when you saw my start to its end...was I ever ‘actually’ happy to be alive?"

She half-turned to him with a bubbling rise of anger and depression from the pit of her stomach, he stared at her eyes that looked half alive and arms that hugged herself tightly in an attempt to keep her from breaking down. Azarios chose his words carefully, trying not to hurt Gwendolyn’s feelings while still being truthful. He looked down, his voice barely above a whisper but can still be heard due to the silence of the room.
"...it didn't seem like it. To me, you looked exhausted."

"Exhausted..."
Huffing out the word with a dry chuckle, Gwendolyn started to sob once more; the palms of her hands covering her eyes while her fingers clenched the root of her still tied hair.
"I am more than exhausted. I'm frustrated–angry. I have so many unknown emotions swirling inside me, that I cannot even begin to describe them!" Her voice rose little by little until it became shouting.
She wanted to die, but knew she was already dead. With this in mind, she wanted to disappear. To simply not exist and have her feelings completely erased from her being along with her horrid memories that felt like shackles to her.

But it was in death, where her bottled up emotions broke free. Knowing she was finally free to express herself without any harm or consequences.

The guilt from before began to eat him alive. Azarios watched as Gwendolyn hunched forward while her sobs and screams echoed through the room again, which caused his eyes to water but no tears shed as Gwen fell to her knees, hugging herself tightly to the point of bruises appearing and disappearing quickly.

It was at this point he could no longer just stand by and watch. He knew he had to do something—to ‘show’ her something different...to try and cheer her up as best he could. Even if these were orders from Marat themselves, he wasn’t an all emotionless being that everyone in this realm made him out to be because of his punishment. Even if he couldn’t express his emotions anymore through facial features, or use more words than he’d like, he still had other ways of showing he cared.

"...I don't know if it'll help ease your pain, but..."
She half-turned while harshly wiping away her tears, staring up at Azarios confused. "What do you–?"
Hearing an agonizing scream behind her that wasn’t of her own, Gwen didn’t have the energy nor strength to stand, so she turned her head back around and stared up at the screen of where she previously witnessed her depressing life.
Her eyes widened while her blood ran cold from who she saw.

"NO...!! No, no, no!" Allison Cherith; one of the extremely few truest friends Gwen had kept by her side. Her sobs echoed through the halls of her manor; holding herself as she cried out. "Why-why...why he-her? It could've-could've been anyone else but her!"

"It's okay, Milady. It's going to be okay..." The words flew past the butler's mouth, but even he didn't believe it.

"How do you expect-expect me to think that this is–," the word "is" turned into a jumbling fit of sobs as she tried to spit out what she wanted to say, "is all okay?!" The butler held his tongue, knowing there was nothing he could say to ease the blow of the sudden loss.

The moment changed quickly which caused Gwendolyn to lightly jump, seeing her cousin who was the only person from old blood she kept in constant contact with.

He looked distraught, the color on his face slowly fading away as another badly beaten guard barely made his way to him, informing him of what happened.

"Cousin is...no–NO! She was the only one...the only one who understood." Gwendolyn began feeling sorrowful for him, her chest aching at his words. "How am I supposed to go on?" Sobbing at the words he said, Gwendolyn shook her head knowing exactly what he meant.
The scenes kept changing to others who genuinely cared for Gwendolyn and were heartbroken upon hearing her death. They cared not because of her money or statues, but because of her earnest loyalty as their friend.
"These were the people who truly cared for you..."

As if knowing what he was going to say right after, Gwendolyn braced herself before Azarios showed her the ones she thought of as her friends, making fun of her when she was both alive and dead. She felt humiliated and disgusted with their behavior while the greed of the ones she was tricked into thinking had loved her had their true intentions showing.

But he knew this wasn’t enough to get Gwen’s brain to change its horrible thinking pattern. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy–to have her simply accept that those she held close to for years were just using her and nothing more.
He needed to show her something that would open her eyes once and for all. Azarios wasn’t sure if she could handle it, but he noticed that time was running out for the both of them. He watched as the golden ring given to him by Marat was turning rose-gold, meaning his time to use his powers fully were almost up.
He saw the self-doubt cross her face, knowing she was thinking that those “friends” of hers would never betray her when in fact, they’ve already done it. Azarios desperately clenched his teeth while closing his eyes.
He inhaled to gather himself, taking the possible risk of Gwen hating him before swiping his hand across the blue system screen in front of him, exhaling shakily and showing what her family was doing after her death.

Gwendolyn’s brother, Lysander, looked at his watch worriedly before going over to the balcony. “Where is she? I’m starting to get worried.” Hearing a servant call for him urgently, Lysander followed them to a private room where he saw his older sister and parents. “Is Gwen here yet? I wanted to show her something while we waited for the royal family to come.”
Before anyone could answer him, a butler of the mansion appeared through the doors and informed the family of Gwen’s unfortunate incident. The only person here who seemed to be truly devastated after hearing of her death, was her twin brother.
“Gwen’s...dead?”

Lysander slowly began to panic after the butler gave his condolences and left. Tears clouded his vision as his lips trembled. But no one comforted him.
“No, but I just–I just saw her not that long ago!” He turned to his parents, a feeling of remorse drowning him from the inside.
It wasn’t until the tears shed down his cheeks that their father glared at him and stood. “That’s enough. There’s no need for you to cry.”

“I LOST A SISTER–A FUCKING PART OF ME IS DEAD!!” Lysander began, baring his teeth as anger rose from his chest. “YOU–BOTH OF YOU LOST A FUCKING DAUGHTER! HOW CAN ANYONE HERE LOOK LIKE THEY’RE NOT GIVING A SHIT!”
“Because we have eyes and ears on us expecting us to crumble like you.” Their older sister, Melrose, sneered in contempt. “To the rest of the Empire it’s not a daughter or sister we lost. It was a Chosen One. No one gave a shit about her when she was alive, but now that she’s dead they’re going to be on our asses waiting for us to fall.”
“Melrose is right. Her words were harsh, but she’s right nonetheless.”
Sitting back in his chair, their father sighed while placing a hand over his forehead. “Both of you head home first. Your mother and I have things to discuss.” Waving both of them away, Melrose left but Lysander stayed. “What do you want?” Lysander stared bewildered while observing his parents.

Their mother didn’t shed a single tear and instead looked solemnly on the ground, while their father’s irritated expression showed more anger than anything.
“Did you even love her?” Those weren’t the words he was going to say. Those words flew out of him without realizing and it made his parents snap.
Their mother stood and slapped him hard across the face while their father cursed at him. “HOW DARE YOU SAY SUCH A THING TO YOUR PARENTS!! JUST BECAUSE NO ONE PROCESSES GRIEF AS QUICKLY AS YOU, DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO JUDGE EVERYONE ELSE!”
Lysander shook in regret and anger, biting his lips before opening them and spoke in such a broken tone, that it left his parents speechless. “How are we going to arrange Gwen’s funeral?” Seeing how they weren’t answering nor looking at him anymore, Lysander excused himself out of the room.

Huffing a long sigh, her mother sat back on her chair before pressing a hand against her head.
"Who will take the title now? It can't be Melrose or Lysander since they do not have Kessem’s blessing, and father is too stubborn when it comes to a successor.''
“Not to mention Lysander reacts to his emotions without thinking clearly about the situation.” Agreeing with her husband, Gwendolyn gave a disgusted scoff with a look of disbelief.

'Of course that’s what they’re worried about the most. The only child that was blessed by Kessem is gone, so they won't be able to take over the Dukedom. What else did I expect?'

The blessing of a God became important when the rise of the Fourth Empire; the Ehno Empire, came to be. Because of how important a Blessing from a God was, detailed information on it was not disclosed to the public.
Instead, the most important parts were only known through the direct descendants of the Imperial Family and the Zamora Family, who were explicitly chosen by their Gods.