The Servant of the Demon Lord

~Chapter 1~

'How did I get here?' This same question ran through every woman's mind as they were being dragged around, shoved here and there. They were kept in cold, crammy, crowded dark and cold rooms. No one knew why, every girl clinging onto each other in fear as to what this could be. Why only women? Where were the men? Why them of all the women in the world? What did they want with us? Despite their need for an answer, it soon came, and it terrified them into wishing they never asked for one.

"Did you really overhear them?" A young woman gasped out as a slightly older woman was shoved in. She had just told the group the news her sharp ears had picked up.

"I did, and it's nowhere near pretty I fear." She spoke in a shaky, scared voice. The women of the room were leaning forward, silently begging for her to go on. She let out a shaky breath closing her eyes.

"The men running this, horrid, disgusting haul trade-off human girls to demons as a peace offering to keep their villages safe. Kami only knows what the demons do to the girls after they claim them." Everyone gasped, fell silent, and paled.

"Please, M'Lady, I beg of you. Tell us this isn't true!"

"Please M'Lady!"

"I pray this isn't true!" They all begged.

"I'm afraid it is true." The woman whispered sorrowfully.

"Even as someone as old and wise such as yourself? What would a demon do with you?" One girl pointed out.

"Kami only knows, and how do I pray to the gods above that I never find out. So do I pray to the gods above that neither you, you, any of you, find out as well." The older woman spoke with a shaky tone.

"We thank you for your blessing M'Lady." A woman thanked, bowing her head, the others soon following.

"What do we do now?" A young girl asked, tears in her eyes.

"Now, all we can do is wait." The older woman spoke softly.

"Are you mad?" Someone asked making everyone's gaze snap to them. A rather young girl with black hair, dark grey almost black eyes, fair skin, and a slight starved figure was the one who spoke up.

"Pardon?" The older woman asked.

"You're telling us to just sit here and wait? Just be sitting ducks, waiting to be slaughtered inhumanely, or worse, used for their pleasure?" She asked.

"What more can we do? We're trapped, we're only women." The older woman said sternly.

"Some of the captures are women, I've seen it!" The girl snapped back quickly, her heart rate was off the charts as her hands trembled.

"That means not, they have men defending them, we do not." The older woman spoke calmly.

"Why would we depend on the same people who stabbed us in the back?!" The girl begged for an answer.

"You nieve child, don't speak to your elders as such!" One woman snapped making the older woman hold her hand up to silence her.

"Child, what is your name?" She asked.

"M-Mayu." Mayu stuttered feeling her voice weaken once more already.

"Who is your chief?" The woman asked curiously.

"Y-Yami."

"I see, no wonder you dream of a great escape that is not possible. A man trapped in a small, frail girl's body." 

"You say this because?" Mayu asked, a little insulted.

"You do not understand women are weak, so stop being nieve and just accept your fate. It's over." Mayu gritted her teeth before standing up.