Harem app-Chapter 82: Demon’s past

Lucia’s POV

My mother was a very kind woman. That’s why she was always smiling.

And on that pleasant morning, she was once again gently combing my hair.

That time lingers only as fleeting echoes in my memories. But her hands are still clear in my mind.

They were large, with long fingers and a very slender wrist.

"Sweetheart, go check if your sister has changed yet," she said.

"Got it," I replied and ran to my room.

There was Maria, a little red-haired girl who had just finished getting ready. Even though we were the same age, she was completely different from me.

We were both 7 years old, but she didn’t look older than 5. My sister was a small girl, really small, very cute, and had an absolutely detestable smell.

"Do you need help with anything?" I asked with a fake smile.

Thinking about it, I was always smiling back then too...

"No, don’t worry about helping me," she replied quickly. For some reason, her face looked a little scared.

Soon, we were leaving our house behind.

That day, my mother was wearing a really striking red lipstick. I was surprised to see that because I had never seen her wearing makeup before.

Then, we probably got into a car.

"Mom, where are we going today?" Since she hadn’t told me yet, I finally asked. But the woman didn’t answer me.

Maybe she was too focused on driving and couldn’t pay attention to what I was saying?

"Today we’re going to meet Dad," Maria explained to me.

Hearing that, I wondered what kind of man my father was.

I assumed he must be red-haired like Maria, after all, Mom and I were blondes, and she had to have inherited that beautiful fiery hair from somewhere. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

I was jealous of her red hair.

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My father was an unpleasant person. That’s why he was always smoking.

And on that cold night, he was once again teaching me a lesson.

That time lingers only as fleeting echoes in my memories. But his hands are still clear in my mind.

They were large and cold, covered in scars and calluses.

"Sweetheart, go check if your sister is still alive," he said.

"Got it," I replied and ran out of the control cabin, then across the deck until I reached a small wooden storage room.

My father always complained that it was a terrible choice of materials. I didn’t understand much about it, but he said that the salt from the sea and the water from the waves quickly deteriorated structures made of wood.

Anyway, I hated going to that place. It was on the edge of the boat, so it was always hit by violent waves. I always came back from there soaked.

I smiled.

Opening the door to the storage room, the strong smell of rotting flesh invaded my nostrils.

Inside, that small wooden house seemed to stretch infinitely.

On the left, there were several metal hooks, hanging from the ceiling by chains that stretched endlessly upward.

On the right, there were the same hooks. But these were in use.

Each had a person. Dad would hook them just below the shoulder. He had shown me once how people work on the inside. That’s how I knew he placed the hook where no vital organs would be harmed.

Because of that, people stayed alive after being hooked. Sometimes for days, some even weeks.

"Sister, are you alive?" I shouted.

My words echoed throughout the area, repeating several times.

"Yes," her voice sounded weaker than the previous week.

After getting my confirmation, I went to inform my father. It had been a month and two weeks... By far, she was the one who had lasted the longest.

Since the day I met my father, she had been there.

Unfortunately, once again, I was standing before my father. And he gave me another task.

That man never praised me.

Still, I went to help my mother fish as he had asked. It had been almost a week since the last time, and most of the hooks were empty.

"Mom, I came to help you."

I approached the woman, who had an even wider smile than usual.

She was smiling.

She was always smiling.

"Sweetheart, thank you for coming to help me." She gently ruffled my hair. I remember being surprised at that moment. Her eyes looked strange.

The color...?

Her iris was red.

Then, suddenly, everything was red.

The furious heat of the fire drove away the cold of the night.

The sound of the explosion echoed like thunder. But the sound came late, much later, as the light of destruction had already blinded me.

But before falling into the sea, I saw a being with beautiful white wings. Not one, several... And behind them were furious clouds, shooting lightning bolts back and forth.

When I finally fell into the ocean, the water swallowed me violently. I couldn’t even react to the brutality of the sea.

I thought I would die at that moment, but a pair of hands I knew so well broke through that storm and pulled me to the surface.

My mother’s hands were even thinner, but still very gentle.

Her smile, always warm, was not present at that moment.

Then she threw me far away, directly into a whirlpool.

Seeing this, the men with white wings came toward me. And my mother disappeared.

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My sister was an incomprehensible person. That’s why she was alive, while staring at the corpses of our parents.

As the sun waned and night’s chill crept in, she was alone again.

That time lingers only as fleeting echoes in my memories. But her hands are still clear in my mind.

They were very small. And on her palm, she had strange letters, branded with fire.

"Everything will be okay, alright?" She gently ruffled my hair.

Her eyes showed no emotion. But her smile strangely made me trust her.

Maria took something from my father’s corpse, then swallowed it.

My head was hurting so much...

Time passed in an instant, and amid countless events, my memories failed me once more. That’s how we ended up trapped in that small cell.

Then one of the angels came to call her. She always said they just wanted to talk to her, but I knew the truth.

Those guys took her to a cold room, then tortured her.

Maybe they wanted some information she had. But honestly, I believe they just found it entertaining.

It was cruel. My sister was always the one who suffered the most.

My mother, my father, the angels, actually, even me. Why didn’t anyone like my sister?

Maybe it was because her fiery red hair was beautiful.

Could they have been jealous?

I was jealous.

Not anymore. I wouldn’t want that hair. A tear rolled down my face. She suffered too much, and it was sad.

And, thinking that way, my hair caught fire.

My vision became blurry.

Truly, they must have been jealous of her beautiful hair. After all, as soon as I turned red-haired, an angel approached.

But I wouldn’t let him touch me.

For some reason, at that moment, I was sure I could defeat that man.

I lunged like a beast. And despite my small body, I managed to push him, slamming his head against the wall.

He fainted with the first blow, but he could still wake up at any moment. So I grabbed his head and kept smashing it against the floor without stopping. Over and over and over.

When I realized, his brain was scattered across my hand.

"Let’s get out of here," my sister’s muffled voice caught my attention.

Turning to her, I noticed she had a shining sword stuck in her chest. Her clothes were stained with blood, and all over her body, I could see wounds.

Still, my sister smiled, an honest smile. Then she showed me a book she had stolen from the angels.

"Don’t worry, everything you need to know is here," she said.

After hearing that, I fainted.

When I woke up, I was in a bed, in a small room with white walls and nothing else.

"Where is Maria?" I asked myself as I recalled everything that had happened.

I quickly got up and noticed some bloodstains on the floor.

Following the trail, I reached the next room. There, my sister lay on the ground, that shining sword still embedded in her chest.

I tried to approach to remove the sword, but... was it made of light?

At the time, I didn’t understand it well. Later, I would discover that it was the result of an angelic ability: the Sword of Judgment.

It was a power that slowly drained the life force of anyone struck by it. And, unfortunately, it could only be removed by another angelic ability: Divine Healing.

All my memories from that time are very hazy. But I survived as best I could, alone.

I also discovered that as long as I provided life energy, I could delay my sister’s death. But the more time passed, the worse her condition became.

I still don’t know how my sister saved us. Even less do I understand what was going through her mind during all that time.

I know absolutely nothing about her. Nor about my mother, or my father.

And yet, I wanted to know her. I wanted to save her.

Over the years, I learned a lot about angels thanks to the book Maria stole from them.

I found out that I was a half-demon. My father’s deep wine-colored hair indicated that he was a mid-rank demon. Likewise, my own rank was close to his.

My sister, however, had fiery hair, she was a high-rank demon. That’s why the angels were so interested in her.

In the following years, I also learned how to hide from them and use my powers carefully so as not to draw attention. Even so, I had lost all hope of saving her.

Until I discovered a boy with a strange power. After investigating, I found out that he could buy angelic abilities. That’s when I decided I would use him to save my sister.

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