“So...anything you can tell us, miss Saijo?”

Satomi Saijo rested on her chair, looking out of her window with a pensive expression. She was almost fifty, not suitable for the job anymore. Luckily, the money from the Rondart family was more than enough to carry on for the rest of her years.

“It’s been a long time.” She sighed, looking at the reporter. “I don’t know why you still care about such old stories.”

“Because it’s such a famous story of this city. The Rondart family and its end...it’s still on everyone’s mouth to this day!” He exclaimed excitedly. “You’re the only maid that worked there that we could contact.”

“All I know is that we had a demon in that house. And I’ve always knew it.” She replies, clenching her fists. “And that same demon sucked a wonderful, beautiful child deep into hell with her.”

“Demon? Who are you talking about?”

“Lillya. The demon that vanquished that family and brought Nelya to madness.”

“Lillya Rondart. Yes...she was one of the youngest daughters. What about her?”

“She wasn’t human.” She replied, a nauseous sensation churning inside her. “I’m sure she comes from the depths of this earth. A monster that learned to crawl out.”

“How do you know that all these things are true about her, miss Saijo?”

“Because for all the six years I’ve had the chance to work in that household...I could witness her. Strange occurrences plagued that house—unexplained whispers in the dead of night, shadows that danced along the walls where she walked...Lillya...she was always at the center of all the creepy, strange things I saw. She had a darkness in her eyes...a dead darkness only few could notice and feel...only those who were sharp. Sadly, I was the only one of that kind, in that household.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone about it?”

“I couldn’t lose my job. Miss and lord Rondart loved her to death..."

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“But believe me, I beg of you.” Her hands trembled as she looked at the reporter straight in the eyes. “I saw things...things that defy reason. She spoke to entities that others couldn't see, made pacts with forces beyond mortal comprehension. It was as if she were possessed by something ancient and unfathomable. And Nelya slowly got sucked in. I could do nothing but watch until the night I had to flee, after hearing screams of pain and agony. Once, I had this weird dream...where I was her, a white haired girl...in a deep, red sea with a black sky and a scorching sun. I saw a golden haired woman beside me, and we started fornicating. This dream...I can’t remove it from my head. She’s the reason of it...I’m sure.”

“What did you learn from witnessing such a horrifying experience?”

“There are some things in this world…that defy any kind of explanation or logic. Lillya was one of them. We can only pray. Pray that they don’t choose to play with us.”

“Hm.” The reporter stood up, closing his notebook. “Interesting story, miss Saijo. I do believe you’re telling the truth. You look sincere.”

“I wish I wasn’t.” She chuckled bitterly. “I’m still trying to forget and to convince myself it was all a dream, a lie.”

“I wish you the best.” The reported bowed and left, leaving Satomi alone.

She looked at her hands again, taking a deep breath.

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I let you go...so that you can tell the others that the end is near.

“S-Shut up! Shut up!” She screamed, hitting her head. “You’re dead now...they found your corpse...you must be dead!”

She stood up, rushing to her kitchen and drinking a full glass of water before staring into the void, trying to forget.

Some monsters are best left buried under the surface of our earth.

Some memories are best left buried under the surface of our minds.

Some loves are best left buried under the surface of hell.