"You bitch!" shouted knight in anger. When his companion died, his face was burned from the heat.

"Wait! Don't kill her! ... uhh .. dammit ...she is done for." said mage looking at glowing orb in his hand "That backslash destroyed her insides beyond healing. She has few hours left to live. Even if we had a healing magic expert here and now, it would be of no use. Seriously, whats with our rotten luck?! First that noble with stupid traps, now this female mage just had to fry herself to death..." ranted mage kicking furniture.

"Few hours you say .. you won't die that easily." said knight and then opened the door wide open and roared. "EVERYONE, GET YOUR ASS HERE!"

In a few moments more knights rushed in and a man with scar spoke through gritted teeth while facing me

"This bitch burned Valter and have few hours left to live. Our job is to make sure it will be as memorable as possible."

He then walked closer and started tearing my clothes. My mind was still clouded from the pain and moving was impossible. At best I could only tilt head a little or bend fingers during spasms. And my voice was still gone. Haven't stopped trying to scream since the moment my spell has failed. All this pain ravaging my body was unbearable.

After the knight with scar striped me naked walked to the table and with a movement of his hand, tossed everything from its surface on the ground, he then got back, picked me up and then tossed on the table.

"Wait a second Red." said the mage who now calmed down from his rant.

"Don't try to stop me, Jack, she killed Valter and ruined my face."

"Don't misunderstand, as your superior first turn belongs to me. It's not every day that you have a chance to do as you please with a mage. Don't worry, you will get your turn soon enough." he said with lust showing up on his face.

"Ye .. sorry." said the man with the scar and with a bit of reluctance stepped aside.

In the background, more knights were showing up and started whisper about the situation. Some showing lustful smiles.

"Its a disaster we couldn't get you alive. Selling you as a slave with a status of a mage .. uhh, we would be set for life. Well, at least your head as a mage should be worth more than some no-name noble... Oh, right, time is ticking, I guess we should get started." Said the mage and started to remove his pants.

Still, with a clouded mind from the pain, I started to realize what comes next. 'This cant be happening.'

It was painful.

Wounds sustained from backslash hurt a lot from the movement. With each thrust, pain assaulted me from my internal injuries and occasionally my mouth forcefully spit some blood from a push. There might have been pain from losing virginity too, but it wasn't noticeable in comparison with hell other wounds have caused.

'No! Not like this !' was all I could think over and over. Wishing to have at least some strength to resist, punch him, leave some scratch on his face, scream... anything!

My vision started to blur. Maybe it was from tears in my eyes or maybe it was just my death approaching. I sure hoped it was the last. All I could do was scream in my mind from the pain and humiliation, because my body still couldn't.

After some time it stopped, but I didn't even realize that. Still screaming in my mind I reacted only when heard words "your turn", then everything started all over.

I don't know how many took their turn, it felt like an eternity. Suddenly I heard loud thunder accompanied with some loud noices. Pain assaulted me once again, this time even stronger than before, this time only in the head. Soon my consciousness faded.

"Hello little girl" I heard a strange voice.

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"What?" I suddenly 'woke up'. The first thing I noticed was an absence of pain... not just pain. Actually, I couldn't feel anything at all. With torture I have been trough, not being able to feel anything was like a blessing.

I concentrated on what was around me and saw... me. In front of me was a 'picture' of me being raped. Not counting man currently doing it to me, there were seven more inside the room.

The mage named Jack, as I recall, was now with clothes, he was standing aside with smirk on his face. Knight with the scar, was searching for something in the bookcase. Two more knights were in the middle of dressing... or undressing their armor. One more was sitting on a couch with a satisfied expression and other two were standing not far from me in the 'picture' with a worried expression.

I doubt they were worried about me, most likely they just feared I will die before their turn or in middle of the act - making them necrophils.

I say 'picture' because everything seemed frozen, not in ice but the time itself. It was like someone just painted all of this, though it was not. Well, saying it's frozen isn't right too, ever so slowly I could see a slight movement of knights. It was barely noticeable but the movement was there.

I 'walked' around and tried to touch myself from the 'painting', my hand passes right through 'me' without any obstacle. I quickly withdrew it and look at my hand closely, It was transparent, and I could see 'picture' right through it.

"Have I died?" I talked to myself and barely recognize my own voice.

"Not yet." I hear an answer I totally didn't expect.

It was the same voice as before. When I 'woke up', I wasn't sure I heard it as it was the cause of my waking up in the first place. Now I could hear it loud and clear.

I never heard anything like it. It had an echo resonating within itself, giving a feeling that some of it was caused by metal or a beast, but it was neither. I know how most demi-humans sound. Especially after my sister Alice was married off to Newblood house.

It was done to reinforce trading route with Aizerus Alliance. Her husband Dio Newblood has origin of lion beasts and has the most threatening voice there is.. was. A simple whisper from this voice gave more sense of danger than a roar of any angry demi-human I ever heard.

"My my, what a shy little girl. I'm not that scary when you know me. Hmm, no forget what I just said, barely remember anyone who doesn't faint or pee in their pants once they fully know me." I heard him again, this time with hummor in his voice.

"Are you death?" I asked fully expecting confirmation. Stopping time right before my death, talking with my soul? Can't think of any other explanation.

"Ha ha ha ha! didnt hear that in long time, what was it? Four hundred years ago or was it six? Hmm, no, four hundred years ago it was just an 'aspect of death', six hundred years it is. Anyway, to answer your question, no, I am not, but it allways walks by my side." answered the voice.

"Then what are you?" I asked while looking at 'picture' me. Anger and frustration started to surface.

"What I am? Not who? How rude of you little girl! Well, you can call me Demigod. Just don't mistake me for a God. Too many take word God lightly. So many punny beings gets a bit of power and start religioin of themself, when they can't do a shit when it maters, even if their life depends on it. Killed many of them in the past and don't plan to stop in the future. Their souls are so tasty. What I consider a God is Universe itself, with all its laws being controled by omniscient consciousness that can alter them as it likes, but isn't bound by them it the slightest. Me, I am nothing like that. Yes, I can snap star out of existence, actualy do that a lot, but even a simple Black Hole, if im not careful, is a bit dangerous for me. That's not a God at all. This is why the name is only a Demigod. Probably a bit overboard even that, but can't start calling myself immortal or somthing as silly now can I?" Said voice in happy tone.

In my mind still echoed words that he ate souls of gods and something about stars.

"Do you plan to eat my soul as well?" I asked and with my own words, remembered what caused me being discovered in the first place, that bastard mage traped the soul of my brother.

"Hmm, not realy, I doubt it's tasty or anything." Said voice with amusement.

"Yes, of course, you wont be intersted. If it's somethig even mortal mage can easily get, it must be below you to even bother." I said with a sad voice still thinking about brother.

"Mortal can get a soul?! Pff ha ha ha ha ha ha. Now thats absurd joke. Let me see..." Said a voice and pain asaulted me for a brief moment.

"I see, well fret not little girl, your brother soul is on its way to be reincarnated... though with some handicap. What that punny mortal took is a residing energy inside the body of your brother. Just because he died, all energy his body had didn't disaper like some silly magic. I don't know why you people call it a soul. Well, know this little girl, no other being can do a shit to a soul. Well, besides myself or other Demigod if there is one. It was one hard nut to crack even for myself. How long was I unable to properly punish those self proclaimed gods when they pissed me. Eat a planet they pretend to guard, toss them into a star - nothing! Alive and kicking, scared as shit, but still kicking. Could almost see those bastards wavivng while swiming to reincarnate. That's it, util I learned to consume souls. Now they flee at the sight of me, he he he. By the way did I said they are tasty?" What this Demigod just said calmed about brother, but was scary at the same time.