The Breakup of Love

The Shattering of Love
Late at night, on the border of the Lance Empire, outside the Valley of the Dead. The sound of hooves grew louder and louder, two figures becoming
clearer as two knights swiftly charged towards the Valley of the Dead. Soon, the two knights reached
the mountain outside the Valley of the Dead. Looking down from the mountain peak, they could see nothing in the valley, only endless stretches of
darkness that seemed to swallow a person whole. The two knights looked at each other, nodded simultaneously, then lifted a cloth bag from their horses
. With a few shakes, they quickly released the bag, which plummeted into the depths of the Valley of the Dead,
disappearing from their sight without a pause. Having done this, the two knights did not stop, turned
their horses around, and quickly departed along the path they had come from.
In the year 524 of the Imperial Calendar, a major scandal erupted in the Empire: the Duchess of Traga, shortly after her marriage, assassinated
the Duke of Traga. This incident shocked the Empire's high command and became the most popular topic of the time. Later, due to
pressure from the Church and several nobles, coupled with the fact that the Traga family had no direct descendants and the Duchess was pregnant
, the matter was suppressed, and the Imperial Supreme Court did not order the Duchess to receive any punishment.
Due to the high-level control, those below knew only limited information, but news like this couldn't be kept secret
forever; rumors still circulated widely, each seemingly detailed. The most credible version
was that the Duke of Traga forcibly separated his wife from her lover, then used the lover's life as leverage to
force her to marry him. This was common among nobles and not unusual, but the Duke of Traga still executed his
wife's lover. Unfortunately, the matter wasn't kept secret, and his wife learned of it. Overwhelmed with grief and anger, she assassinated
him.
In the year 530 of the Imperial Calendar, outside the Valley of the Dead, a soul that had been dead for many years awakened, determined to
avenge its past.
I sighed, looked at my body, and felt a sense of unease. My body remains
exactly as it was when I died, truly a mangled mess. The numerous wounds, large and small, are bad enough, but one
leg is unusable, my fingers are incomplete, I only have one eye left, and my tongue is gone. If I were a normal person,
I truly wouldn't be able to use this body anymore. But my dear Duke Elpha of Traga, you would never
have imagined that your meticulous care for me would not have allowed me to die, that I could still crawl out of hell again. Thinking of
what I suffered, even though I can no longer be considered human, and shouldn't possess human emotions, that overwhelming
hatred cannot be extinguished from my chest. It still crashes against my chest like ocean waves, making my heart
ache terribly. It reminds me of my irreconcilable hatred for that son of a bitch of a duke, the hatred of having my wife stolen and killed.
If it weren't for my research involving death and my deep understanding of necromancy, and my desperate
gamble at the moment of death, deciding to strike at the root of the problem, and being thrown into the Valley of the Dead,
I would probably be dead beyond dead by now. However, I ultimately took advantage of the Valley of the Dead's unique conditions, forcibly
opening a passage between the two realms and receiving the great God of Death's blessing, giving me another chance to return for revenge.
When did I become such a sentimental person? Even looking at myself like this
, I can still make such sentimental remarks. Instead of wasting time on sentimentality, I should do something more meaningful. I dragged my body slowly away from the Valley of the Dead.
Once outside the valley, considering how terrifying my appearance was, and unwilling to abandon my current
body, I could only do what those vulgar mages did: conjure a full-body black robe, covering myself
completely from head to toe, and then use a small illusion spell on my face, so that no one could see me clearly.
Not far from the Valley of the Dead was the territory of Duke Traga. I was eager to know
everything that had happened to me while I was asleep, and the best place to gather information was, of course, the tavern. I
entered the small tavern in this remote border town. The dim lighting, the unpleasant smells, the noisy crowd—
everything was unchanged. It seemed that this was how taverns were supposed to be, no matter the time or
place. I sat down at the bar and casually said to the bartender, "A glass of ale, please." The bartender promptly
handed me a full glass of ale. I tossed him a silver coin and, still casually, asked, "What
year is it in the Imperial Calendar?" The bartender was surprised, clearly puzzled by my question, but for the
sake of the silver coin, he answered, "Imperial Calendar 530, sir."
I fell silent. I remembered that I died in Imperial Calendar 523. Seven years had passed. I had slept for seven years.
Would everything still be the same? Would I ever see that pure, beautiful, and innocent girl again? Would that
ruthless duke still be waiting for me to seek revenge?
After a long silence, letting my thoughts and questions wander through my mind, trying to soothe my parched soul,
I finally spoke. "Who can tell me what has happened here in the past few years?" Perhaps because my
voice was too loud, people paused, looked at me, and then went back to their business. I continued
, "Tell me what has happened here in the past few years, and this money is his." Several gleaming gold
coins appeared on the bar counter in front of me.
Instantly, the bar erupted in noise, everyone crowding around me, shouting. I knew,
I knew. Seeing their reaction, I suppressed my displeasure. "I only need one person to tell me
; I can't hear so many people." Then a brawl broke out in the bar; it seemed that force was indeed
the only solution. Fortunately, these kinds of fights are usually small-scale and not very fierce. Soon,
a victor rushed up to me, stuffed the gold coins into his pocket, and said respectfully, "Sir, you've
just returned home, haven't you?" I gave him a cold glance. "Let's get straight to the point." He chuckled awkwardly. "It's
been peaceful here for the past few years, nothing major. If I had to say something, it would be that six years ago, something
shocking happened that rocked the empire. The lord here, Duke Traga, was murdered by his wife."
As soon as he finished speaking, my heart sank. That damned duke was dead? Killed by his wife?
Who was his wife? Why did she kill him? Could it be…? I didn't want to think about that question too much.
I asked for the address of the Duke's mansion again and then left.
After I left, the people in the bar were all talking about how strange my appearance and
behavior were. I had no mood to lecture them; I just wanted to confirm whether my lovely
Aina was indeed the Duchess of Traga who murdered her husband.
Meanwhile, at the Duke of Traga's suburban villa, Aina Traga lay in a comfortable bathtub,
also thinking about her unfortunate experience. Hot water was poured into the bathtub, and as the water
was poured in, steam rose from it. The steam lingered above the bathtub, still reluctant to
leave the Duchess's delicate body.
Aina gently stroked her fair body, her slender fingers tracing its contours.
The thought that this delicate body was not possessed by her beloved, but forced upon that detestable
Duke filled Aina with sorrow. Even more tragically, Aina felt her lover's face becoming
increasingly blurred in her mind; she was almost forgetting what he looked like. He seemed to be turning into
a symbol, a symbol that had sustained her life and had also supported her in killing her husband.
But now, Aina was a long-suffering widow, a young woman who desperately wanted
a strong shoulder to lean on each day, so she wouldn't have to bear everything alone. She also longed for
a warm body to comfort her cold heart every night, for a solid presence to fill her
emptiness.
But she couldn't be careless. That past incident had made her a paragon of fidelity and chastity, a
model that had brought her countless benefits and solidified people's impression of her. She couldn't easily shatter
that image; she couldn't enjoy the love and happiness she should have experienced. Who knew the bitterness in her heart?
She had now become a complete noblewoman, spending her days idly,
experiencing the intense boredom and emptiness that comes with it. While other noblewomen could seek lovers, she couldn't,
dared not, and didn't want to.
As Aina pondered, her fingers unconsciously slid to her petals. Her slender fingers
deftly parted, and with a swift, snake-like movement, slipped inside. Aina's fingers moved back and forth
within the most mysterious passage of her body, sometimes
fast, sometimes slow, occasionally scraping the inner walls with her fingertips. At the same time, her entire palm covered her petals, her other fingers also actively exploring. Aina
felt a surge of pleasure; she grew increasingly excited. She withdrew her fingers, parted
the petals, and pulled out the clitoris. Her fingers followed suit, gently pinching and kneading this tiny bud
. Her other hand wasn't idle either, moving upwards to reach Aina's own breasts
. Aina's breasts were beautifully shaped, resembling perfect mountain peaks; while not the overly voluptuous type, they were certainly
not small. The skin of her breasts was a pale pink, looking like perfect peaches,
tempting anyone to take a bite. Aina's delicate nipples had hardened, like cherries.
Aina grasped this peach in her palm, pinching the nipple between two fingers, and began to slowly rub it.
Aina's mind was in turmoil. Her upbringing told her that such behavior was sinful,
disrespectful to God, yet she was powerless to resist this pleasurable feeling. Her body was honest; the surging
pleasure told her she needed this feeling, she liked this feeling. She vaguely felt the need for a man,
the need for something hot to fill her empty lower body. She felt as if a strong body was
pressing down on her, making her feel even more comfortable, and her fingers moved faster and faster.
Aina felt as if she were seeing her beloved Trod looking at her tenderly,
his strong body completely enveloping her. Aina felt she couldn't control her feelings; she began
to moan softly, "Ah...ah..." As the pleasure intensified, her moans grew more
rapid, but...Aina vaguely sensed that the person before her had changed. This person was no longer the Trod she
had longed for, but had become the beast who had forced her to marry him, her husband,
Duke Traga. Aina shook her head in agony, her moans growing louder and more rapid, but all of this
not only failed to help her escape her damned husband, but instead reminded her of how he had
"tortured" her years ago. Even in her agony, the pleasure in her body grew stronger under the combined effect of her fingers and the hallucination before her eyes
. That soul-shaking pleasure attacked her brain again and again,
rendering her unable to think, completely surrendering to this instinctive pleasure.
As the face in her hallucination became clearer, Aina's movements quickened, culminating in
a loud, rapid "Ah!" A warm current flowed from Aina's core, past her fingers, and
beyond her petals. Aina awoke, the hallucination shattered, but
contrary to the exquisite sensation, she felt no pleasure. Pain, guilt, and negative
emotions overwhelmed her. She was powerless to resist the wonderful feeling, yet she was filled with
hatred for her actions. What she couldn't forgive herself for was that, in the moment of her greatest pleasure, she had
n't thought of her lover, but of the evil duke who had forced her to marry him and taken her virginity.
This made Aina unable to forgive herself, unable to help but loathe her own body. Aina felt only regret;
tears, no longer able to be held back, silently streamed down her face.
I easily found Duke Traga's castle; such an obvious target, unless you're blind, it
's not easy to miss. After casting an "invisibility" spell on myself, I wandered around the Duke's castle,
searching for the person I was looking for. Unfortunately, I wandered for two days without any results. I lost patience and
didn't want to waste any more time. However, my two days of wandering weren't entirely fruitless; I discovered that the Duke's castle...
The castle was sparsely populated; a normal castle would never have so many people. It seemed abandoned by its owner.
I also noticed that there was a steward-like figure leading the way. Without hesitation,
I extracted what I needed from the steward's mind, learning most of the truth. I couldn't contain my excitement
and headed towards the suburban villa where my beloved Aina now lived.
This not-so-short distance was agonizing for me; my feelings were conflicted. I was happy that
Aina hadn't betrayed our love, yet I felt uneasy that she was still living with the Duke
. But regardless, the thought of seeing my beloved Aina soon
filled me with happiness, even though my heart had stopped beating!
The journey flew by, and soon I would see the villa where Aina lived. But the closer I got to the
villa, the more uneasy I became. Was Aina alright?
Would she be surprised to see me like this? I couldn't predict the outcome of our meeting. My heart was filled with
anxiety and uncertainty because I had overthought things. Suddenly, I didn't want to see Aina so soon. I wanted to stay by her side,
watching over her and protecting her. I was afraid that appearing directly in front of her like this would frighten her.
Again, I used an "invisibility" ability to easily enter the beautiful little manor. It was
a very elegant and unique little manor. The blue lake, the green lawn, and the verdant trees
filled the manor with a sense of tranquility and harmony. Even though I vehemently hated Duke Traga and his family, I had to
admit their aesthetic sense. It was truly a wonderful place for seclusion. Here, one's heart seemed to
be calmed, and my anger seemed to have diminished considerably.
After drifting around for a while, admiring the beautiful scenery, I remembered my important task: to find
my Aina. Without much effort, I found my beloved reading under a tree.
Aina, my dearest Aina, after seven years, I finally saw my beloved Aina again.
Aina was still so pure and beautiful that I dared not look directly at her. Her long purple hair cascaded casually
over her shoulders. Her face showed almost no signs of age; she was still so exquisitely beautiful—her delicate nose
, her pretty red lips, her bright eyes, her adorable ears—everything about her was exactly the
same as when I left her. Yet, on her serene face, one could still see a faint sadness.
Aina, why are you sad? I would give anything for just one smile from you. Her skin
was flawless, like the finest porcelain, seemingly radiant with a dazzling sheen. Today, she wore a rather
formal white dress, the kind worn by noblewomen. The white dress, the long purple hair, the exquisitely beautiful and serene face—sitting under the shade of a tree
, leaning against a large tree, what an indescribable picture of beauty.
I gazed at her silently, not daring to disturb the scene before me. Aina, oh Aina, seeing you
is like possessing the whole world. For you, I would give up everything. As long as you are by my side, I can
devote myself entirely to you, casting aside all hatred and worries, just to be with you.
I silently admired her for a long time before finally snapping out of my reverie and paying attention to Aina's surroundings. Clearly
, Aina was currently reading under the shade of a tree. Although the sun was bright outside, and much of it
filtered through the leaves, dappling Aina and her surroundings, this did not disturb her
concentration. She remained engrossed in her book; in this respect, Aina had not changed.
Several warriors were scattered not far from her. These were clearly Aina's retainers, her bodyguards.
Although I felt no one would harm Aina in this place, these warriors were obviously still loyal
to their duty, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings. Although I felt they were very responsible, I could say that if I
wanted to act, no matter how many of these warriors came, they couldn't stop me.
It was just a little strange; they didn't seem entirely vigilant about their surroundings, but rather seemed to be observing them,
as if searching for something. Was there something or someone worth noticing here?
I paid a closer look, and sure enough, there were people. I sensed two presences not far away, which I judged to be a
person and a horse. Who were they, that they were worthy of their attention, and that they could roam so freely here?
A pang of sadness welled up inside me. Had Aina already found her knight, her lover, here? I was still
lost in thought, but the answer was about to be revealed. I felt them getting closer and closer, soon to
be in my sight.
With the clatter of hooves, the answer was revealed. A small white foal appeared
before me. It was a thoroughbred, and although still a foal, its excellent pedigree was already evident
: its tall stature and strong muscles proclaimed its strength and beauty. Sitting on it was a
person, or more precisely, a child, about five or six years old. This child was very
cute, possessing almost the hallmark of imperial nobility—blonde hair that flowed freely in the wind, quite
beautiful. His porcelain-like face proved he was exceptionally well-nourished. He wore
the vests nobles wore when riding horses, and held a riding crop in his hand. Clearly, he was a young nobleman. And the more I looked at his face,
the more familiar it seemed.
This face looked more and more like someone, and here it was at this time… Could it be…? My
heart ached more and more. Could this be the child of my first love and her legal husband? Could this be
the son of my pure and innocent Aina? Could this be the flesh and blood continuation of that despicable person who caused my death?! Looking at
this child, I couldn't describe the feelings I had. A mix of emotions, but I think the strongest
was a deep-seated resentment.
Yes, it's pure resentment. What else could it be? My most beloved woman and my most hated enemy
have had a child. What other emotions can you expect from me? Do you expect me to love that child? Don't give me
that bullshit nonsense about the child being innocent. Maybe he is innocent, but does hating someone require considering their innocence
...?
What happened next confirmed my suspicions. The child dismounted and ran towards Aina,
arms outstretched, calling out "Mama, Mama!" It was truly irritating. Aina, however, completely shed her initial
resentful expression; her joy was genuine. She stood up and went to her child. In an instant
, the child was in Aina's arms, and Aina's expression of affection was undisguised; she
genuinely loved her child and picked him up.
What followed was a heartwarming scene of mother and child bonding, fully demonstrating to me what true maternal love is.
Watching this happy mother and child, I didn't know how I felt—jealousy? Hatred? Perhaps all of those, but
in my current state, I certainly wouldn't offer my blessings.
I watched them silently, enjoying their family bliss, pondering my own next move. I
had struggled back from the brink of death, solely to avenge Duke Traga. Now, though the Duke was dead,
he had ultimately taken my lover, even bearing his son. I had failed. The only
way for me to exact revenge was to erase all traces of Duke Traga's existence, including his
offspring.
Looking at Aina and her child, two equally beautiful faces side-by-side, a mother and
child, one large and one small, created a striking visual impact—a true aesthetic experience. But I didn't see it that way. I deeply
loathed this sight. Perhaps I once loved it, longed for such a future, but
now, I knew such a future was impossible.
I didn't want to watch any longer. I was afraid I'd lose control and take action. I didn't want
to act before even communicating with Aina. Although I hated that Aina had the son of the Duke of Traga, I knew it
wasn't her fault. I still held high hopes for my Aina, even though I was no longer human. I
still fantasized that Aina could accept me. I felt I still needed to talk to Aina.
Finally, night fell. Aina and the others went to bed early, probably because there was no entertainment. That
was good. If she had stayed up all night partying, I wouldn't know how to deal with the changed Aina. Aina's
simple life proved she hadn't been corrupted by that damned duke. I still had a chance to win back
my pure Aina.
These warriors had probably been living in peace for too long; their sentries were completely unguarded. Although they weren't asleep yet
, they were clearly chatting rather than guarding. I was very worried about Aina. As I floated
in, I also gave them a chance to sleep. Sleep well, dreams are more enjoyable.
Aina's bedroom wasn't hard to find, or rather, I didn't need to search for it; I just followed the scent Aina left behind
. I quickly found Aina's bedroom, moved to her door, gently opened it, and silently
floated inside.
The bedroom was dark, but that wasn't a problem for a dead person like me. Even in a dark bedroom, I
could still see clearly with a little light. Aina was asleep on her bed, but she
didn't seem happy, even in her sleep. Her body was completely turned to one side, her face also tilted to one side, and her
hands were outside the covers, both resting on the side her body was facing. Even in sleep, her expression
wasn't happy or relaxed, but rather an indescribable melancholy, a melancholy that broke my heart.
Aina, I know you haven't wronged me. This isn't the life you wanted; it's all because of that
Duke. Aina, I'm back. I'm sorry. Last time I failed to save you, and instead caused you to lose your virginity
to that son of a bitch Duke. This time, I will never make that mistake again. Aina, I will definitely take you away from
here and give you a happy and stable life.
Aina's little face suddenly twitched, her nose and eyebrows furrowing. Aina, what's wrong? Even
in your dreams, are you still frightened? Can't you still have a good dream? Aina, do you know how much it
breaks my heart to see you like this? I stood before Aina's bed, gazing deeply at her face,
touching her with my soul. Time seemed to stand still at that moment; seven years of longing erupted at that instant
. Aina, do you know how I've endured all this time? Aina, do you know what kind of inhuman torture I've suffered
? Aina, do you know how many times I've almost died, but my love for you kept me connected to this
world, bringing me back. Aina, I didn't give you happiness back then, but this time I'm determined to give you happiness.
As I gazed intently at Aina, making up for my longing, she seemed to
sense something in her dream. Her expression relaxed, no longer so sorrowful. And her eyelids
began to twitch. Aina seemed to sense my love for her; she was about to wake up.
Sure enough, with a few twitches, Aina's eyes slowly opened.
I had to admire Aina's composure. A noblewoman of her status, upon seeing
an unidentified person at her bedside, would first scream, then frantically call for guards. By the
time these idiots realized their lives were in someone else's hands and begged for mercy, all that would have been over, and
these fools would have sobered up considerably. When Aina woke up and found
a strange, unidentified person by her bedside , she didn't scream, call for the guards, or
beg for mercy. She just quietly looked at me.
Looking at Aina, I slowly realized she seemed to be in a strange state; she
didn't seem to be fully awake. But she also seemed to sense the changes around her. Aina looked around blankly
, her lifeless gaze finally settling on the dark figure before her—it was me. Then I heard Aina
softly speak: "Trode, is that you?" I looked at Aina quietly, my cold heart gradually
melting. Even after so long apart, Aina hadn't forgotten me. Even in this strange situation, Aina
still recognized me. No, or rather, what Aina longed for, what she couldn't forget, was still me. So,
in this situation, the first person Aina thought of was me.
I remained silent, my body gradually shifting forward, drawing closer to Aina.
Aina, you are still so beautiful, so flawless, while I am no longer the same. Aina,
how I long to be near you, yet I fear I might frighten you. Aina, can you understand my feelings?
I saw Aina; I was only a hand's length away from her face. I could clearly see
her exquisite features, her skin flawless and radiant, as if glowing. Her hair
cascaded loosely down her back, its purple hue evoking an indescribable allure. She wore a white silk nightgown
, but I believed her skin was even smoother than that silk from the East. Aina, you are still
so perfect.
I'm certain that Aina is still in a state of semi-consciousness, somewhere between wakefulness and wakefulness.
Even in this state, she's thinking of me, feeling an indescribable happiness. A love that
remains so steadfast even after seven years of her disappearance makes me feel that my suffering has been worthwhile;
the one I love is ultimately worthy of my love.
I reach out my withered hand and gently stroke Aina's cheek, feeling that touching warmth, experiencing a temperature
I no longer feel. What a moving warmth it is, a feeling that makes me want to cry.
With that touching warmth, from my fingers, through my arm, and straight to my chest, I
once again experience the beauty of love. This is the feeling, ah, this is the feeling. This is the taste of love.
Back then, for this love, I was willing to go against everyone in the world, just to protect this
warmth. Although I ultimately failed to hold onto it, now I have finally found that warmth again
.
With a heart full of excitement, I gently stimulated Aina, bringing her fully awake. Aina finally
regained full consciousness, her bright eyes shining with their former brilliance. My beloved Aina was back.
Aina looked at me, repeatedly murmuring my name, as if trying to release all the emotions she had accumulated over the years
. Although I knew that Aina couldn't see me clearly now, only a sinister
black shadow, my spell was for her own good. I didn't want to expose my current terrifying appearance to Aina;
I still wanted her to retain those beautiful memories from back then, or at least not to frighten her upon first meeting.
I gazed at Aina with deep affection, though my eyes might not now hold the same depth of feeling as they once did, but
I believed that at this moment, my feelings remained the same.
I said to Aina with certainty, "Aina, I'm back."
Upon hearing my words, Aina finally let her emotions overflow. Tears streamed down her face as she leaped from the bed
and rushed towards me, throwing herself into my arms and clinging to me tightly, refusing to let go.
My hands trembled as I reached out my withered, broken hands and embraced Aina just as tightly.
Seven years. After a long separation, after seven years, we, the purest of lovers,
were finally embracing again.
At this moment, neither Aina nor I wanted to speak, neither wanted to spoil the atmosphere—an
atmosphere I had longed for but could never have, and I believed Aina felt the same way. This warm atmosphere
filled the room, transforming it into a joyful paradise.
I gently held Aina, listening to her recount her experiences over the years, her longing for me, and her
memories of our beautiful past. Aina told me how much suffering she had endured over the years, how
she had even contemplated suicide several times, but the power of her memories sustained her, allowing her to
fight against those maddening days. Now, she had finally waited for my return, something she had never expected,
because she had indeed heard Duke Trafalgar admit to murdering me.
Aina raised her head, her gentle eyes sweeping over me, and she asked softly, "Trode, what's
wrong? Why haven't you spoken after all this? Why can't I see your face? Why
can't I sense your presence even though you're right in front of me?"
Aina, this intelligent woman, finally sensed the unusual nature of this meeting. She had always been a clever
woman; how could she not have any questions about my sudden appearance before her? The initial
joy of seeing me had masked all her doubts, but now she was finally asking.
I avoided answering Aina's questions and began to tell her my story.
Aina, do you know how gentle, beautiful, and elegant you were back then… You
were the epitome of perfection, showered with love and affection. In my eyes, you were my whole world. I once firmly
believed that we would be the most perfect couple in the world. Although we were both servants of God, in my eyes,
you were my God.
Aina, do you know how single-mindedly you wanted to spread God's light throughout the world, to let all
the helpless feel God's mercy, and to let God's believers feel God's justice? To achieve this goal, you tirelessly
preached, even establishing your own missionary organization. How innocent and happy we were back then
! Because we had a goal in our hearts, we only felt the joy of achieving it, oblivious to everything around us.
Before that bastard appeared, we always lived such a hard but fulfilling and happy life.
But everything changed with the appearance of that bastard. That guy was a nobleman, with an incredibly
illustrious family background, handsome looks, and elegant aristocratic manners. We all thought this guy
was a truly idealistic nobleman. But we were too naive. How could we, in our simplicity, have imagined that this
beast was only after taking a liking to you? How could we have imagined that after being rejected by you, this animal would resort to
such unscrupulous means?
Aina, do you know, when that beast secretly captured me, I knew what my fate was
. It seemed that from that moment on, I lost all hope for my future. I knew that he,
to achieve his own ends, would absolutely not let me go. And indeed, as I predicted, he became a beast.
What he did. First, I was subjected to whipping and beatings. He didn't seem to want to kill me all at once, but
rather to do it slowly, step by step. I am a priest, and my body is not strong. The whipping and beatings already
left my body covered in wounds, not a single patch of unscathed flesh. However, that was only the beginning.
This duke was in high spirits. He actually abandoned his dignity as a high-ranking nobleman and condescended to come to
this secret cell. He didn't just want to kill me; he wanted to do it himself. This beast was
exceptionally skilled in martial arts, and his handling of the whip seemed to be no less than that of the professional jailers. His whip skillfully and deftly targeted my
vulnerable parts, and with each strike, I had to endure excruciating pain.
After the whipping began came the branding. They used red-hot iron rods to slowly grind over my body. The
pain of my skin being torn open is indescribable. Just imagine watching my flesh gradually turn into charcoal;
the fear from the bottom of my heart was enough to crush my strong faith.
In my deepest anguish, I fantasized about a miracle. I was a devout servant of God,
showering His glory upon humanity. God shouldn't abandon this faithful servant; He would surely send a miracle to save
me. However, my faith shattered. God didn't notice me, this insignificant servant. In that moment, I knew
I was destined for hell, for I had sworn that whatever it was, even the most wicked devil,
whoever could grant me the power of revenge, I would serve him with all my might, offering my life as a sacrifice
to gain his aid.
After that, there's not much more to say. That beast gouged out my eyes, cut off my
tongue, chopped off my hands and feet. After he had completely lost interest in me, he ordered his men to throw me
into the Valley of the Dead, a place from which no living person could ever escape.
Yes, I emerged. What you see is me, of course. But I couldn't escape
the fate that no living person could leave the Valley of the Dead. Now, I am no longer a true human being. Aina, there's nothing to be surprised about.
I once swore that I would pay any price to avenge myself. Perhaps
the resentment of the Valley of the Dead was powerful enough, for my soul never truly left that place, forever calling out from there. My
efforts finally bore fruit; a great being heard my cry.
Lord Mephisto, one of the three Lords of Death, heard my furious plea. He granted my
request, granted me the power of revenge, and allowed me to return for my vengeance. My price, however, was that I became
a member of his undead legion, and my soul would never ascend to Heaven. Perhaps for me in the past, this
would have been a punishment more painful than death, but what does it matter now? The great god has never
shown favor to even his most loyal followers; I no longer dedicate my humble life to him.
"Aina, you are the one I loved most in both my past and present lives, but that damned god made us suffer so much in this world
. Now, I have enough power to protect you from all these worldly troubles.
Aina, come with me. After I've taken my revenge, we'll return to the peaceful land of the dead. Though it lacks
the beauty of the human world, it possesses the safety and tranquility that this place lacks. Aina, wait for me."
Aina seemed to awaken from a dream, staring intently at me, at my face, at my ravaged
features. Fearless, she touched my face, her fingertips gently tracing
every inch, not missing a single detail.
I continued speaking to Aina with deep affection, "My greatest wish upon returning to the human world was to
make that beast suffer the same torment I endured, and to take you away from here. My hatred for him and
my longing for you are the source of my strength to return." But now that beast is dead at your hands
, all I have left is the wish to take you away. Aina, let's leave this noisy world together.
I'll take you to a peaceful place, where we can enjoy eternal peace and joy. Aina, let's
go.
Aina nodded adoringly, and my heart was filled with peace and joy. My purpose in returning was finally about to be
fulfilled.
I suddenly asked Aina again, "By the way, Aina, did that beast leave behind a bastard child?"
Aina paused noticeably, then nodded gently. I smiled and said, "That's wonderful!
I thought I wouldn't be able to deal with that beast myself, but I didn't expect he left behind a little bastard .
I won't have to worry about who to deal with him.
" Aina's breathing quickened, her whole body tensed, and she gripped me tightly, saying, "Trode, that's enough. It's all
in the past. Hyde was just a child who didn't understand anything. What happened back then had nothing to do with him. You
yourself suffered such harm back then, how can you bear to let a child suffer the same?"
"Aina, I once swore that I would personally torture that beast to death, and I would destroy
the glory of that beast's family. Only then could I, now a death avenger, return to the dark world in peace
. Unfortunately, that beast died young, and his family is now dwindling, which has diminished
the joy of my work. But it's alright if it's not too much trouble. After dealing with these minor issues, I can leave with you in peace
. Aina, from now on, the affairs of this world will no longer concern us."
Aina hesitated before saying, "Trode, we've had enough of what we've experienced over the years. I don't
want to see anything cruel happen again. Why must we always seek revenge like this? Let's leave this place together
and never concern ourselves with such things again." "Trode, I beg you, let's go now. Let's forget about dukes
and family feuds. Let's leave this place and go to the peaceful place you spoke of. Let's spend the rest of our lives together
. We've suffered too much in the past."
Aina, it's because of the suffering we've endured that I won't be at peace until it all ends
. And now it's easy to end it all. Just wait a moment, I'll finish it all soon.
Then we'll leave. Don't worry, it'll all be over quickly.
Trod, please, no, no! Hyde is just a child who doesn't understand anything; he is my...
My child. All these years, I've survived because of him. He's my heart and soul. I beg you, please let
him go.
Aina, I've finally heard you tell the truth. You know, before I returned to this world, my
desire to find you overwhelmed everything. I came back to find you. But the wise Lord Mephisto saw through everything
. He made it clear to me that women are the most fickle creatures. Seven years is enough for
you, Aina, to forget our past feelings and indulge in the life of a noblewoman, enough for you to find new solace.
And I am just your past. When a past version of yourself appears before you, you might be
moved for a moment, but ultimately you will choose your current path. But Aina, you haven't completely disappointed me. You
can still abandon everything you have now and leave with me, even though we still have some minor conflicts. Aina, please don't
let these conflicts trouble us.
Aina's body gradually cooled. She looked at me, her eyes seemingly filled with disbelief. What couldn't she believe
? My suspicion, my indifference? I still can't believe I'm no longer
the person who once idolized her. In short, the atmosphere is tense now, the
harmony that started earlier is gone.
Aina looked at me sadly. "Trode, I never imagined you'd become like this." Aina, don't
judge my actions by your own standards. What do you consider reasonable? Must I forgive
everything they did to me, silently stay by your side, watch that little beast grow up, and even help you
uphold your family's reputation? Is that what I should do? Why can't I vent my anger and
hatred? Why can't I cause destruction?
But the Lord says to forgive.
Then, where was the Lord when I was tortured to death?
You can't deny your faith in the Lord because of your misfortune. The Lord is omnipresent; He is the Almighty Father.
It seems there's nothing more to say between us. Aina, I'll ask you one last time: do you agree that
I kill that little bastard and then take you away?
Trod, hatred has completely blinded your mind. Wake up!
Aina, I'm so disappointed. I never imagined we'd have to come to this.
Aina, you've given up your chance to live. Don't blame me. You chose to become
a member of the Duke of Traga's family, you chose the title of Duchess, so I have no choice but to destroy you too.
Trod, what nonsense are you spouting? Are you insane?
I'm not out of my mind. I just want you to experience hell again. This was your choice. I
've done all I can.
Footsteps came from the corridor, growing louder until they reached the door, which was then violently flung
open. A bloodied figure walked in, and Aina stared at him, bewildered. I
explained, "Aina, this is your darling, your pillar, your child, and also that beast
's little bastard." I slightly modified him, making him ten years older. Of course,
the result of this forced growth was that his skin was torn open because he couldn't withstand the tension of growth. But that's not a problem; I
can guarantee he won't die from it.
Aina, since you've chosen the Duchess, then I will let you die like a Duchess.
Goodbye, Aina.
Trod, you're really insane! What do you want to do
? What do I want to do? I've returned for revenge. This body, filled with the stench of decay, represents my
indelible hatred for the Duke's family. This hatred can only be washed away with their blood. I will never
let any member of their family go. Aina, I gave you a chance, but since you didn't cherish it
, I can only treat you as a Duchess. You will die as the Duchess of Traga.
Hyde began to move. This handsome young man with golden hair, destined to be the son of the sun god,
began to move. Now, he's more of a blood-soaked figure, a
blood-soaked figure that's utterly repulsive. Undeniably, he's handsome; his face, a combination of his father's and mother's
best features, is strikingly beautiful. Well, it's good that they resemble each other. Since his father is dead, and I can't kill
that beast with my own hands, killing his own son and collecting some interest is acceptable, right?
How to kill him is an art. I don't want to treat
him the way his father treated me; that would make me feel no different from that beast. As a highly skilled mage, I want to make
his death more elegant. Isn't he the noblest of nobles? Then let him die like a nobleman, and
his mother too. Let them die like a pair of nobles. A pair of licentious nobles.
Hyde now looks more like a demon, but I don't mind. Their family's essence is demons. Making
him like this doesn't dishonor his family. My feelings were intertwined with his; I sensed
the violence and desire within him, a yearning for release, a thirst for destruction, a desire for
something he didn't even know. It didn't matter; I would help him fulfill what he didn't know.
He approached his mother step by step, his mother as pure as an angel. His lower body was already
engorged and erect. He was a demon; he couldn't let this angel before him go. A demon's duty was to tear angels apart. This
was his mission, his destiny.
Aina could no longer control her emotions. She rushed forward and embraced Hyde, crying out, "
My child, what's wrong with you?" She glared angrily at me, "Trode, you've truly become a devil." Her words
were filled with hatred.
I calmly told her, "For revenge, I chose to become a demon. I told you long ago;
why are you only realizing it now? Accept your fate. My vow of revenge will not fail."
Pounce on her, pounce on her. I silently cried out in my heart. Hyde heard my call, and without hesitation, he
threw himself onto the bed, pinning his mother who was embracing him. This naive child could only rely on what I had provoked...
These instinctive actions, though he wanted to destroy and vent, didn't lead him to anything more; he
simply tore at his mother's clothes like a spoiled child.
His mother was only wearing a thin, loose-fitting nightgown. He tore at it effortlessly. In just
a few strokes, Aina's nightgown was nothing but scraps of cloth on the floor. Then, with my guidance, Hyde suppressed
his mother's resistance, grabbing her hands and pinning her feet down, preventing her from
moving her limbs. Then, he began kissing his mother's body.
Aina's skin still felt as good as it had in the past. Her years as a duchess hadn't been in vain; she had
n't neglected her appearance. Her skin was delicate, smooth, and still white,
appearing like white jade in the pale moonlight. Now, letting this brat lick her like this was too good for him.
Aina was in excruciating pain, struggling and letting out heart-wrenching screams. Unfortunately, she couldn't
summon any servants with those cries; the entire manor was under my control, and the servants
and warriors were in the deepest slumber, unable to hear her beautiful cries. Aina's screams
interspersed with my name, filled with hatred. "Foolish woman," I thought, "the pain I suffered
far surpasses yours. You live the life of a high-ranking noble; how could you understand my pain and hatred? Since you
cannot understand, then I will let you experience it.
Hyde, insert your blood-filled cock into your mother's body; only then will you feel
any relief. Come, listen to my guidance."
Under my guidance, Hyde stopped kissing his mother's body and began to thrust his hips
, seeking an outlet for his genitals. This family is not only the descendant of evil spirits, but also
the descendant of lustful demons. Guided by me and driven by instinct, Hyde easily reached Aina's genitals.
Although Aina's vagina was very dry, his penis slowly entered. Aina let out an unprecedented
scream, a scream so shrill it seemed to shake the house. I understood the meaning of that scream.
Aina, you finally understand.
Aina's vagina was very tight, and Hyde felt incredibly good penetrating it. I really felt that
this kid got a great deal. Next, Hyde began to thrust with all his might, his thrusts in and out of Aina's
vagina creating a kind of unspeakable pleasure; I felt the beauty of violent release. His movements
became faster and faster, and Aina's screams, which started loud, gradually subsided. Now, there were only low
sobs. Aina's lower body had clearly not been subjected to such torment and had begun to bleed.
It's bleeding down there; it can't be so clean up there. He needed to vent, he needed to vent.
Hyde bit down hard on Aina's breast, biting and shaking his head violently, his lower body thrusting forcefully.
After a soft sob, Aina felt new pain and began to scream again. Harder, harder, yes,
like that. With Hyde's head-shaking, a piece of flesh was torn from Aina's right breast, the entire breast
suddenly jerked high, then fell heavily back down.
Yes, not bad, there's another one. Hyde spat out the flesh in his mouth; anyway, his face was covered in blood,
a little more wouldn't be noticeable. He lowered his head again. This time, he bit down on the tip of her left nipple.
Good, well done. You know what to do. With each bite, salty blood rushed into
his mouth, this was his mother's blood, this was the milk from back then, the taste was indeed so delicious,
a little more, a little more. Another bite, and the nipple broke off. Hyde raised his head and chewed
twice. It tasted good, but not as good as blood.
Then, Hyde spat out the rotten flesh in his mouth and licked the blood from his lips. After
being tortured by this little devil Hyde, Aina no longer had the strength to scream, only breathing softly.
Hyde, did you see her neck? Such a beautiful neck, so slender, so beautiful.
Hyde stared at his mother's neck, then increased the force of his thrusts, quickly biting down
on her throat. Aina's throat was very fragile; Hyde only bit down, then
applied a little force, and only a small sound was heard. Aina's throat shattered.
At this moment, Hyde felt Aina's lower body tightening more and more, gripping his penis painfully, yet also
with a strange kind of pleasure, making him want to thrust even faster. Hyde quickened his pace, bracing himself on the bed with both hands,
raising his head, and focusing all his energy on the thrusting below. An indescribable pleasure
rose from Hyde's tailbone, then flowed down his spine, and finally reached his penis, with
each thrust. He climaxed, feeling an unparalleled sweetness. There was nothing more wonderful in the world
.
I watched Hyde ejaculate endlessly, his inflated body gradually
shrinking. Hyde's blood and essence were ejected with his semen, his skeleton slowly shrinking, his skin covering his frame like a rag, his entire body like 　　a skeleton
created by an avant-garde artist . 　　 The lineage of the Duke of Traga was finished. My great revenge was complete. It was time for me to return. As 　　I walked out of the manor, a fire rose behind me, and the servants and warriors were awakened in my dream. 　　 They would die in despair, engulfed by fire and thick smoke. This is my small token of respect for Aina. 　　After all, it would be too impolite for a nobleman to go to hell without servants to accompany him. 　　 On the night of September 28th, 530 of the Imperial Calendar, 　　the villa of the Traga Dukes, one of the most noble families in the Empire, was suddenly attacked. The Duchess of Traga and her son, who were recuperating there, disappeared. All servants and accompanying knights 　　perished in the fire. The villa was also completely destroyed. His Majesty the Emperor was furious and ordered an investigation. However, no 　　clues were found. The attack on the Traga Dukes thus became a cold case, the most famous unsolved mystery in the history of the Empire. 　　There has never been an answer. But since then, the Traga Dukes have never appeared again, and it is believed that the Dukes are still alive today.

All were killed in the attack. The Duke of Traga's lineage was already weak; at that time, only the Duchess and
the Duke's son remained. From then on, this ancient noble lineage ceased to exist. The Red Rose coat of arms was also
discontinued from the noble lineage. (Excerpt from genealogist Fisher)
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