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The book I transmigrated to was called "The light and the seven light holders", it was about a duke's daughter who found out she was a saint, the first one in three hundred years after the last one. So the emperor himself put in charge of her protection, the seven strongest men the empire had in all areas, not just physical strength,but also political, influential, magical, divine, in power and from the "underworld". Each one of them were a potential male lead, and the one she chose was the first prince of the empire.

Many readers were quite displeased with the female lead's personality, she would often give off signs of being indecisive of whom to choose, always accepting the flirts from the men surrounding her, only the male leads though. And since it was a R18 novel, many times there were quite the hot scenes, although the only time she actually slept with one of them, was after choosing which she wanted to marry.

When I first woke up in this novel world, I had been reborn as a child of a maid. I didn't like this new life, I wanted to go back to my original world, to my family, to my lovely sister and loving parents, who always supported me, to my job as a doctor, to my friends, I just want to go back. After over two hundred years here and fourteen lives, no one would be completely sane, ou sympathetic, specially of the "family" I had here.

I hate this world, as the daughter of a maid, we're forever hungry and with no good clothes, always being looked down on. The woman who birthed me didn't love me, not that I loved her either, she could never the replace my mother in my heart. In the very least she treated me with respect and as person, she ignored me, but provided food and a place to sleep, and let me walk around the house from time to time.

She never looked me in the eyes, although, sometimes I caught her staring at me, pitying me, as if I'm a very unfortunate child. But I pitied her as much as pitied me.

A young girl, looking about sixteen, had just gotten a job as maid in a baron's house, she was quite pretty for a commoner with light brown hair, yellow eyes, a mole like a tear drop under the left eye and pink lips. Unfortunately for her, she got the baron's attention. An old man who used to be a pope, but got deposed of his position after sleeping with a noblewoman, his current wife, and.... he likes pretty girls.

He threatened to fire her, the young girl with no family, and with nowhere to go just accepted her fate. Gritting her teeth, clenching her fists, nails piercing through the skin, eyes watering from the pain, after all this was her first time. Millions of thoughts running her mind, she wanted to run, she wanted to die, she was ashamed, she was miserable, she wanted to stop time, she wanted to kill him. But she couldn't, all she could do as a sign of resistance was swallow her cries and screams, show no sign of pleasure, and let the saggy old man finish what he wanted to do with her body.

Sadly that first time was enough to leave her with child, a child of the man who raped her, she could never truly love that child, a child born from hate and abuse. On top of it all the child looked like a witch, eyes red as fire, hair white and curly, moles on the face and body. The new born didn't look like the baron in the least, but also didn't look like her, as if she wasn't born from her, as if it wasn't his child. But she still could never look at the child with the love every kid needs, the love she needed and wanted. And now she also couldn't get a husband.

Many times, the maid wanted to give the baby away, to kill it even, but she didn't. I don't know if it was out of love, or morals, whatever it was, it kept her from killing me. 

Time goes by, and when I turned five she got sick, she had smallpox. I tried minimizing the symptoms, but I had to isolate her, otherwise I would end up having it too. She would often suffer from severe body aches, rashes, and sometimes vomiting. After the early symptoms the rashes begun to turn into bumps, and the pain was progressively getting harder and harder for her to stand. When I turned seven she died. In fear of spreading the disease, the neighbors burned her body. 

Some days later, a few guards came to take me to the man who played a horrible part in my birth, and the misery of the maid who died young, lonely, and in pain. 

Soon after arriving in his house, everyone was looking at me. A little girl, about nine, blonde hair and violet eyes, and beside her a boy, about eleven, also bonde with purple eyes, beside him a little boy, looked abou six, darker hair, but still blonde, and pink eyes. Behind them, a very tall woman, she was really pretty, light blonde hair, tied up in a classy bun, and some flowers decorating it, eyes a light pink, and long lashes, she wore a beautiful red victorian dress, that looked to be from 1835 and lace black gloves.

She looked down at me, as if I was but a nuisance, an insect, an inconvenience, an existence that bothers her. The children were looking at me almost the same as the mother, however, a little angrier than her, almost as if I ruined something.

A maid had guided me to a room, the office, that man's office. The doors were as tall as the ceiling, and the door's pommels had birds caved on it. Then a voice, "Enter", low, demanding and haunting. Inside, an old man, over his sixties, with some bald spots, wrinkles, sagging skin, hollow droopy eyes, eyes a dark purple, almost black. 

He opened his mouth, some of the back teeth were missing and some were rotten. "So you're the thorn on my side huh? Daughter of a dirty maid, a mistake, fruit of that wench's mistake."-why is he talking as if it was the maid's mistake that she got pregnant, he was the one who forced her to do it, and he can't even admit it. Disgusting scum of a man.

He continued,"Hmmph, you look like a witch, maybe that's why that slut got pregnant. She was also a witch and wanted to continue her legacy is that it? HAHAHAHA!!!........ What the hell is wrong with him, he's a lunatic, making up things and distorting the story on his own, without even listening to me. Crazy, he's nuts.

He went quiet for a long time, not uttering a word just staring at me, a serious face as if analyzing the merchandise, to see if would bring him any benefit. "Say are you a witch?"

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"I asked you a question, are deaf ou mute?"

....."No."

"Hmmmm... You look like a demon, or a cursed child."

Maybe it's because this body bears the blood of a sinful man, asshole.

"I could never kill my own blood, so I'll offer you life."- I looked at him dumbfounded.

"I shall let you live, but you'll live in the back house, no maids, no house service. Do not expect me or this family to ever go visit you, and do not let us ever see your face around here. There will arrive food and clean clothes every week. You shall only receive the bare minimum education, as to not embarrass us. Live as if you don't exist here."

"If catch you inside my house you'll be punished, if I catch you talking to my children you'll be punished, if catch you doing something suspicious I burn you as a witch or a demon."

"So what do you say?"

That was a lot more than I thought I would be given, still scary tough. I thought he would sell me off to some old man. " Yes, I accept it."- I just have to lay low.

But then, a few days later, the terror begun.