I , hamira beelzee, no...not beelzee anymore just hamira. What a shame I had brought to the great Beelzebub. Reduced to filth, There's just one thing I wanted to do right now end my own life. But that too I am incapable of doing.
It's been 2 days since I met that red-eyed monster and got my soul shackled to this. If I had known such a guy had ties with this Reibar I would have abandoned him on the battlefield, or even might've left that cr*p town willowfield untouched.
There are a few things I came to know in these two days. I can't try to kill myself, I can't disobey his any sh*tty command, and I can't kill him. Even when I think of doing so, I get the taste of that misery and intense pain. Moreover, the most fatal thing is that I can't 'lie' to him.
Another thing which I observed is that this guy is really unnatural, I remembered fighting him on the battlefield but He just did not even have any proficiency in wind magic back then, and his sword skills were quite dull too compared to what it is now. It just doesn't make any sense anymore.
Just Fu*k my life, Never have I felt such humiliation in my life. At times when he is practising with his sword or his newly found ability to use wind magic, and suddenly his mind gets filled with the memories of whose powers he had 'stolen', and he just comes to me. Torturing me until I pleaded for my life or asked him just to kill me instead.
On the first day..... when he left me in that condition I thought a whole eternity had passed but later came to know it was a mere 5 hours. I just need to ensure such a thing never happens. I hate to admit it, but for now, it's my only goal at the moment to at least make him happy so he doesn't torment me like this. Even the thought of remembering those 5 hours gives me chills.
The humiliation doesn't end there. When he returned, he forced me to clean up the filth I'd been lying in while he enjoyed his meal—eating in front of me like I wasn't even there. What did he give me to eat? Raw meat. A whole rabbit, fur and all. I, Hamira, forced to gnaw on raw, bloody flesh. If I could starve to death, I would gladly choose that.
I don't even know the reason why he's keeping me alive at this point anymore.
I only had a proper conversation with him once, He asked me about that human girl Lissana. I told him the truth that she was not under my command and was attached to my task temporarily by her superior, which I know nothing about. She did her job of giving me an opportunity by giving me the details of shelter and communication, which I took care of, and that's it.
He then inquired about how I filled that cave with debris overnight, who was another spy in town beside lisanna and who was the assassin who attempted to kill Gareth.
Of course, I know nothing about any of that. We demons cooperate in very different manners, secrecy being the highest priority for us, all the comrades helping on our task are just there for assistance and we don't even interact with them personally. My job was to just keep mutating humans and beasts alike in the woods for months before I was sent the final signal to strike.
Lisanna is just one of many acquaintances, we have got a lot of human spies working for us in the shadows which either we had brainwashed or had them blackmailed by their families and I have never seen a face twice. Either they are killed after they are done with their tasks or if higher demons find them useful, are sent for another job.
His questioning didn't stop after that and I had no choice but to answer truthfully. I don't deserve to live anymore...A real disgrace to his majesty Beelzebub.
But I am glad of one thing: by the spell of his majesty, I was not able to disclose any plans and was not able to talk about his majesty or his generals. All I could tell him was about this incident of willowfield and my role in it. He tormented me like hell for hours straight until my bladder and intestines got empty, but he knew this too that it couldn't be helped he couldn't make me speak for any demon-related stuff that I had already told him.
Then today he asked me something surprising, I don't know what's in his head but now he has decided to spar with me. Of course, I couldn't fight him with killing intent but at least I could bully him with that. No I should not think of that, Ah I just don't want him to torture me again.
With that we continued then was our sparring sessions, I used a wooden chopped-off log for a spear and he practised with a wooden sword. Not that even his real sword would have been able to pass through my armour in any case. With each passing session, his skills were more refined and was now adding wind magic as a force for his strikes and using unnatural patterns of attacks, there was a hint of rogue style too in his patterns. Whenever I was at point-blank range and he was unable to fight back or block with the sword he either pushed me back with a gust of wind or did the same with his own body. He was also able to increase his agility quite well with it and utilize a few tricky spells too. But still, he can't beat a demon proficient in spear just with some practice. He was still a decade away from beating me.