I will be a demon in this life!

In a dark, damp, cold room, chains can be heard being forced.

A heart beats, the body trembles as if it had nothing to cover it.

"Why are they torturing me? Why are they abusing me? I didn't hurt anyone. Mother, father, I can't take it anymore, I want to die. I just want to die," thinks a female voice, coming from a body lying prostrate due to cold chains that prevent it from moving.

Metal doors can be heard opening. A man barely visible due to the darkness of the room asks her:

-Are you going to make the demonic pact voluntarily and without demands?

-No, I mustn't. -Exclaimed the female voice, hiding the fear she felt.

The man who spoke to her exhaled with annoyance and said to another man:

-It will be two copper coins. Do whatever you want to her. She still believes that a demon has the right to be called noble.

"Thanks, thanks, I'll have fun with this bitch," said the second man.

The metal doors closed, and the smell of their stale sweat and something like fish spread through the air.

"Bitch, I'm going to try your noble hole, ha ha ha," said the man maliciously.

The prostrate person felt her insides fill up, the foul-smelling man began to move, in and out, it wasn't the first time someone like that had done that.

She clenched her fingers, gritted her teeth, but couldn't hold back the tears streaming down her face. And she knew that this man was only just beginning, because they had already done worse things to her.

...

Thin, pale feet, a weak body aching all over, chains on her wrists, barely any thoughts in her mind, as she is dragged down a corridor with rocky walls, floor, and ceiling, lit by a few lamps. In the background, she hears cries of despair, moans, and weeping.

A metal door opens, and she can see a human sorceress of exceptional beauty, with black eyes, black hair, and black-painted lips. The sorceress is wearing a sensual, low-cut black dress, and on her head is a tiara with black gems.

The human sorceress is sitting in front of a metal desk, and next to her is a man dressed in a black robe and hood.

-Did they destroy her ego? She must be devastated to be able to fragment her mind enough to induce her to agree. -said the human sorceress, showing no sign of displeasure at what was happening.

-She's already been through twice as much as the rest of the damned demons. -said the figure in the black hood and robe.

The human sorceress now looked pleased, smiled, approached, and placed the palm of her right hand on the forehead of the person who had suffered countless abuses and tortures.

-Don't worry. You won't suffer anymore. -said the human sorceress with a slight tone of mockery.

The sorceress's hand glowed, and the body of the tortured and abused person began to shake.

The thoughts of the tortured and abused person began to fragment.

"Father... Mother... them... them... why do I have to suffer... it hurts... it hurts... I hate them... I hate them... God, demon... is there a God for us... we are the evil of the world... die... I hate..."

••••

Mart opened his eyes, and through his thoughts he said to the staff:

-I will make them pay, I will eradicate them. Lend me your power. In the future, I will not leave a single one of them alive.

[Anger trait activated]

[The host's strength temporarily increases by +50]

Mart inhaled and exhaled to calm himself, having witnessed the last remnants of the consciousness of the worthy demon with whom the demonic staff he held was created.

-May they all die! -was the last murmur from the demonic staff, whose violent and unstable demonic energy calmed down.

Mart nodded and, after being recognized by the staff, stored it back in his demonic bag. He then devoted himself to relaxing his mind and body, as he had experienced vivid memories of the demon woman with whom they had made the staff.

"That human sorceress. I must not forget her," thought Mart as he took out a sheet of Fertzal paper and began to write a demonic diagram with which he could activate a demonic projection spell that would allow him to see the image of the human sorceress.

"If I can, I will record her image on a demonic crystal," thought Mart, who had just stored the Fertzal paper with the demonic diagram in his demonic ring.

Mart looked out the window and saw that the sun had already risen. Since he was in no hurry and didn't want to appear anxious when visiting the locations of the demon god's energy sources, he approached the bed where Iristel was sleeping, with the book Mart had given her beside her.

Mart took the book, which was open almost halfway through, took out a blank sheet of Fertzal paper, folded it, and used it as a bookmark. He closed the book and placed it on a nightstand.

"It seems she was practicing the demonic spells from the book she chose until she fell asleep; she must have been waiting for me," thought Mart as he lay down next to Iristel and soon fell asleep.

••••

When they woke up, it was already past noon. Mart and Iristel bathed together, creating violent waves in the bathtub, and finally emerged dressed in white bathrobes.

Mart dressed in a casual white outfit with some black details, and Iristel dressed in a casual white dress with black lace.

The two of them went together to the room where the three maids were staying. Mart wanted to hear Nestia's report on what had happened at the small auction and on the items that would be auctioned at the big auction.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Nestia opened the door to the room, and the other two maids looked at Mart cautiously as he and Iristel entered.

"The infamy of the real Mart is overwhelming; they still fear he will do something to them," thought Mart as he sat down on a chair he took out of his demonic bag, because even though the room was spacious, and had two beds and a bathroom, it didn't have much else, since what justified the price was not the luxuries, but the demonic barriers that protected the rooms. Mart, who had sat down in front of one of the beds, asked Nestia in a calm tone:

-Tell me what you saw at the auction and what kind of products will be auctioned at the big auction.

Nestia seemed to be the most confident of the three demon women, as she responded to Mart in a respectful tone and with a calm gaze. After observing Mart over the last few days, she was the first to realize that he did not seem to be interested in them in a lustful way:

-Young master. Twenty items were auctioned off at the small auction, with the highest bid being 380,000 gold coins for a high-level demonic wand. The rest of the items were mid-level artifacts or grimoires and a female beast of the canine race for which they offered 1,000 gold coins because they said it was very used, so its value increased due to its magical potential which could be exploited in the Sinister Colosseum, where monsters sexually play with the female fighters who lose until they kill them, and devour the male fighters who are defeated. Regarding the items to be auctioned, only three items were presented, which are a sample of the rest of the items to be auctioned. A high-ranking grimoire, a high-ranking demonic staff, and a human woman who was covered the entire time in fine white fabrics that allowed her attractive figure to be appreciated without revealing her identity, but who, according to the auctioneer, was a beauty in the human world, who is currently pure and possesses outstanding magical potential.

"You did a great job," thought Mart as Nestia returned the purse he had given her to pay for the tickets to the small auction. Mart took out 50 gold coins and gave them to Nestia, and he gave Zania and Anelia 20 gold coins each.

-You did a great job. -said Mart, getting up and then storing his chair in his demonic bag.

Mart and Iristel walked out of the room, and the maids sighed when he was gone.

••••

"A human with the characteristics Nestia mentioned can only be the daughter of a high-ranking noble, or at least that's the most likely scenario. It seems they are trying to start a war using honor as an excuse, in case she is a noble," Mart thought as he walked through the hotel corridors with Iristel by his side.

"Is there any way to see the products in advance? I need to confirm the identity of that human. No, I can't. If she is a noble who was used as a sacrificial pawn to orchestrate a larger conspiracy, there must be many eyes watching," thought Mart as he left the hotel with Iristel to head to the restaurant "Forbidden World."

Shortly after, the warrior Sitan hurried out of the hotel to follow and protect them.