Mockery is all that demonic princess can do.
Yes, that is all I can do now. I have been imprisoned for years and I do not know when I will escape this hell. My hands were torn apart by the shackles.
I am the only princess of the Demon Kingdom. Why is all this happening to me? Ah, it does not matter. I wish to retire from life, but I cannot.
The reason is the foolish gods who oversee the demons. They impose certain duties that the royal family must follow.
No member of the royal family is allowed to die before fulfilling their duty in life, or they will be punished. That is what they say. Yet I see that I am being punished here as well, and if I break their nonsense, I will be punished again.
I am imprisoned because I am stronger than my brother. That damned bastard locked me up because he fears for his throne.
It is not as if I care about that throne in the first place. Still, he is a true demon — and so am I.
I lost everything in this cell. I lost years of my life. I lost the beauty of my face; it has turned into a map from the countless beatings and carvings made with sharp tools. I lost my virginity at a very young age — my own brother was the one who brutally raped me. I lost my ability to grow; I now look like a nine-year-old girl because of the elixir he used on me.
I do not know what comes next, nor what could possibly be worse than this.
I was in my usual place, chained and suspended in a location where no animals could survive. You could say only ugly demons could live there.
And that applies to me. Ha ha ha.
I am not joking. I live in terror every single day. Demons enter here daily and torture me.
The door opened and some people entered. The problem this time was that they were not demons. I cannot believe I was terrified of humans entering — I who saw humans whipped on the palace walls by my ancestors.
And in truth, I had never seen them this close before. They are extremely ugly.
One of the armored soldiers stepped forward and laughed proudly and mockingly while looking at me, shouting:
"Look at this ugly creature. Are demons conducting experiments to create freaks?"
The rest of his companions laughed and mocked me. I am indeed ugly now, but once I was more beautiful than beauty itself — while those ugly men have been like that since birth.
They tore off the remaining clothes I wore until I was completely naked. My body was covered in scars everywhere. Still… it does not matter.
One of them shouted mockingly, "Look, she has small breasts and female genitals. I can't believe it! Compared to those beautiful women we captured, what is this?"
Another laughed and said, "She's a freak. Could she even be useful? I don't think she's fit to be sold as a slave."
The fact that humans had reached the depths of the palace meant my brother and the Demon Kingdom had fallen. Ah, it does not matter.
Still, seeing humans evaluate me and the women of my kingdom as merchandise is saddening. But it does not matter.
An ugly-faced man said, "What do you think about a unique experience? Why don't we rape this ugly freak in front of us?"
Another replied with loud laughter, "Calm down. Look at her, she looks full of diseases. Do you want to kill us? Once we leave here, we'll have all the beauties we want."
After giving me a filthy look, he said, "If you won't do it with me, I'll do it without you."
He removed his armor and clothes, shoved his metal helmet over my head, pushed me violently to the ground, turned my body toward him, and did it forcefully. Ah… it does not matter.
When that filthy man finished, his friends who had been laughing and encouraging him stood up. I lay collapsed on the ground, unable to rise.
One of them, holding a bow, said, "Hey, what do you think? Shall we use her as target practice and bet on it?"
The others seemed excited. What shame… How did humans manage to defeat us demons?
They dragged me to the wall and stabbed my hands with daggers to pin me there, then began taking turns shooting at me. It was painful. I received many wounds, and an arrow pierced my eye — but it was nothing compared to what I had endured.
In the end, one of them who had lost a lot of money in betting approached me, struck my arms and cut them off, and stabbed me violently as if trying to ruin a game he had grown bored of.
I fell to the ground, swimming in blood, while those fools left boasting about what they had done. Ah, it does not matter.
After some time, I woke up again — I cannot die. All my wounds healed, and I reattached my arms. All that remained were the scars that remind me of another bad day.
Ah… it does not matter.