At this moment, Roy was really surprised.
He originally thought that Cassandra had only been transformed into an ordinary undead by his demon blood, but when he saw the frost magic power that Cassandra displayed, which was the same as his, he realized that things were not so simple.
Although he could sense that the magic power in Cassandra was still very weak, it had the power of darkness and frost. If this was not a lich, then what was it?
Strange. Wasn't it said that undead creatures like liches were mages, shamans, warlocks, and the like transformed through a dark ritual? Why can my demon blood achieve this effect?
For a moment, Roy's mind went wild, and he could not help but think of a problem. Although the legends were like this, it was impossible for the first lich of the undead world to have been transformed through a ritual, right? At that time, rituals had not even been invented yet, so how did the first lich be born? Could it be that he was transformed by a frost demon?
It had to be said that Roy's guess was very close to the truth. In fact, it was indeed so. Even now, one of the indispensable items in the evil ritual to transform into a lich was the blood of a frost demon!
If one traced back to the origin of the world, undead were undead, and there were not so many strange classifications. But with the intervention of demons, more branches appeared among undead creatures. Therefore, the connection between undead and demons was far closer than imagined …
But the interesting thing was that although demon blood could create undead with special abilities, demons naturally hated undead!
The reason was very simple. It was because undead were soulless existences, and demons hated all species without souls!
Now, Cassandra's situation was very special. Generally speaking, liches transformed through rituals would place their souls in their phylacteries. Once the phylacteries were destroyed, the lich would die completely. But Cassandra had offered her soul as a sacrifice to Roy, and Roy was a frost demon, causing Cassandra to eventually become a lich whose soul was in Roy's hands.
This situation was relatively rare. After all, even though frost demons could use their demon blood to create liches, not every lich would sacrifice their souls to frost demons.
Demons generally could not control the creatures they created because as long as the other party had free will, it was difficult to truly enslave them.
After figuring out these relationships, Roy was naturally surprised, but he did not show it on his face.
On the other hand, when Cassandra recalled the pain and past she had suffered, intense hatred occupied her thoughts again. Even though she knew that Roy was a demon, she was no longer afraid.
She did not have the relevant knowledge and did not know what a lich was, but she thought that she had inherited Roy's demon bloodline, so she calmly called out to Roy, "Father!"
However, this title made Roy a little dumbfounded. How did I become a father?!
Thus, he quickly waved his hand and said, "Just call me Master!"
"Yes, Master!" Cassandra was obedient and immediately changed her words.
"My name is Osiris! A demon from the Abyss! " Roy said. "You drowned in the sea, but your soul fell into the Abyss because of your hatred and obsession, and I happened to obtain it. According to the laws of the Abyss, I accepted your soul as a sacrifice. At the same time, I signed a demon contract with you, which is why I came to the world you're in. Now, tell me about your situation. What kind of cruel encounter gave you such a powerful hatred and obsession?"
Hearing this question, the light in Cassandra's empty eye sockets seemed to become brighter. She said in a voice filled with intense hatred, "Yes, Master. I … come from … Actually, I don't know where my remote village is. I was originally just an ordinary country girl …
"My father is a drunkard, a gambler, and a scoundrel! Filthy, sloppy, and vicious! Every time he drank, he only knew how to vent his anger on my mother and me. He used a wooden stick to break my hand and scalded my mother with boiling water, but my mother and I still endured it. Unexpectedly, this situation continued year after year, and in the end, he became worse and worse. Three years ago, after he lost all his money in gambling, he even planned to sell my mother to those creditors and ask my mother to use her body to pay off his gambling debts. At that time, my mother could not bear it anymore, so she resisted and used the only kitchen knife in the family to slash my father …
"My father escaped. I thought that my mother and I could finally escape this nightmare, but I didn't expect my father to limp back three days later, and with him were people from the church …
"Later, I learned that after my father escaped, he saw a notice from the church about reporting and wanted witches. In order to covet the bounty, he actually framed my mother as a witch and brought people from the church to arrest her … That day, my mother cried and shouted desperately that she was wronged, but the people from the church didn't give her a chance to defend herself at all and still took her away …
"My mother was burned to death on the cross that day, and my father … … He relied on the reward of ten shillings for framing his wife, and came back drunk from the tavern that night … …"
At this point, Cassandra raised her head and said to Roy, "Ridiculous, right, Master? The mother who gave birth to me and raised me was only worth ten shillings in the end … "
Roy did not say anything and only listened quietly …
"After my drunk father came back, he beat me up indiscriminately. After getting the sweetness, when he finally fell asleep, he even muttered that he planned to report me as a witch … I knew that he would definitely do this. The people from the church would treat me as the bloodline left behind by a witch and burn me to death!
"I was terrified and scared, so that night, I ran away!" Cassandra gritted her teeth. "Now that I think about it, I still hate my cowardice. I should have killed him while he was asleep …"
"After escaping, I wandered aimlessly, begged, and fought with wild dogs for food. I wanted to leave that place that I hated, so in the end, I secretly escaped to a ship!" Cassandra said. "I originally wanted to hide in the cabin and escape with this ship to a place that no one knows. But in the end, because I was too hungry, I was discovered by the people on this ship when I went to steal food.
"When they discovered me, the people on that ship did not do anything to me. Instead, they gave me something to eat. I thought that I had met a good person!" Cassandra said self-deprecatingly, "But later, I realized that this ship was actually a slave ship. At the bottom of the ship, there were many men and women locked up. They kept me here because they wanted to sell me as a slave!"
"When I eavesdropped on this situation, I wanted to escape, but I couldn't escape at all in the vast sea. Instead, I was discovered by the people on the ship, so they revealed their ferocious faces. After beating me up, they tied me up and threw me into the hold of the ship to be guarded."
"In despair, I prayed to God like the other slaves in the cabin, hoping that someone would come and save us. Even though the people who hated the church persecuted my mother, I still prayed to the Lord when I had nowhere else to go … But what was laughable was that the angel who saved us did not appear, and it was a group of cruel pirates who came! They plundered the slave ship, and the slaves in the cabin became their targets. I still remember their wild laughter and the screams of those women … At that time, a pirate with a scar on his face wanted to force me to submit. I was unwilling to be humiliated like this, so I chose to resist. In the struggle, I bit off one of his ears. In the end, this group of angry pirates tied me up, dug out my eyes, cut off my right breast, and finally threw me into the sea …
"When seawater poured into my mouth, I realized that I was going to die. I didn't understand what I had done wrong to have to suffer such misfortune. I hated all the people who inflicted suffering on me. My father, those slave traders, and those pirates. I cursed them. When the proud God looked down on a lowly little girl like me, I swore that even if I had to borrow the power of demons, I would make those guys pay the price!"
As if venting, after Cassandra recounted her experience, there was a long period of silence. Only the floating island was shaken by the waves in the seawater, and the rumbling of lightning and thunder could be heard, as though they were crying out for Cassandra's injustice.
Roy was silent for a long time. To be honest, even he was shocked by Cassandra's experience.
Yes, what did a little girl like her do wrong? Why did she have to suffer the most unfortunate treatment in the world?
From this, Roy thought of himself. What did demons represent?
Although people said that demons were the representatives of evil, the embodiment of slaughter and chaos, and the greatest sin! They were the enemies of God! But why were there always people like Cassandra in history who were willing to fall into the abyss of Hell and seek the help of demons?
Because God was proud and always liked to test people. When he did not accept you and did not respond to your request, it was not his problem, but because you … were not sincere!
As for demons, they were much more direct …
Suddenly, Roy felt that he seemed to understand the meaning of the existence of demons.
He stood up, walked in front of Cassandra, and spread his demon wings. With the input of magic power, the strange demon symbols on his demon wings bloomed with blue light, and a powerful fear effect spread out. Even an undead creature like Cassandra could sense it.
"Come with me, Cassandra!" Roy extended his hand to Cassandra. "The meaning of the existence of us Abyss demons is to stand up and remind people when they forget justice and fairness, to let them understand what true evil and fear are …"
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