She curled up, lying amidst the carcass of a demon beast, her jet-black wavy hair spread out behind her like smoke.
Her gaze was diffuse, as if trapped in some terrible nightmare from which she could not wake, whining in a low murmur, like someone forcefully thrust into Hell, never again finding the way back.
"My master taught me to recite 'good'..."
"A single good deed touches the heart, through an eternity of calamities it remains immortal, a hundred lamps mine shine, a thousand li are bright as day."
She was covered in her kin's fresh blood, lying there with a red string protected in her embrace, yet unblemished by even a hint of bloodstain, clean within her hold.
Beneath her, the white bones silently recounted cruel evils; she repeated her muttering incessantly, her awareness long faded, her voice laden with deep grievance and resentment: "Master... I don't want to become a harmful Demon Lord, they forced me, harmed me, when will you come to take me home..."
