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Chapter 45: Karina Life {2} [Primodial Demoness]

Chapter 45: Karina Life {2} [Primodial Demoness]

I saw her—floating in an endless void.

It was a realm drenched in sorrow, sadness, and unbearable loneliness. Darkness extended infinitely in every direction, swallowing any semblance of light. And there she was—curled into a ball, trembling, her body barely glowing in the suffocating dark.

Karina.

She looked so small. So broken.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around her knees, her eyes empty. Her lips moved weakly, repeating the same words over and over:

"Father... Father, save me..."

Her voice barely reached the air, as if the void itself was swallowing her cries.

I was there, too—but not in body. My soul drifted quietly, like a ghost bearing witness to her pain. I could feel every ounce of despair that clung to her like chains.

But then, I noticed something surprising—my staff was floating beside me.

Its glow faint but determined.

It pulsed once, and then... it spoke.

"I didn’t expect you’d meet a young Primordial Demoness so soon. Especially when you’re still this weak."

Its voice echoed with wisdom, but also concern. The words confused me—Primordial Demoness? Karina? But I pushed the thought aside. There was something more important in front of me.

I couldn’t let her remain trapped.

I drifted closer, and as I did, the shadows began to move.

Countless black entities swirled around us—twisting, clawing, hissing. They looked like malformed memories, the shape of broken dreams and suffocating grief. They were hungry. Ready to devour any flicker of hope or soul that dared enter their dominion.

They lunged for me—but my staff pulsed again, expanding a radiant barrier around us. The shadows hissed violently as they were repelled, shrieking into the void like tortured spirits.

"Don’t waste time," the staff warned. "I can only hold this for three more minutes. After that... we will meet the same fate as her."

I nodded, my heart pounding—but I didn’t rush. I couldn’t. She needed more than rescue.

She needed hope.

I floated closer and knelt beside Karina. Her small body was cold to the touch, shivering as if caught in an eternal winter.

Gently, I placed my hand on her head and whispered in her ear.

"You’re not alone anymore."

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Karina’s Perspective:

Darkness. That was all she had ever known.

Time didn’t exist here. Pain didn’t come in waves—it was a constant, like the air she breathed. She had long since stopped trying to scream. No one had ever answered her cries.

"Please... someone..." Her voice was a mere breath, her will slipping like sand between trembling fingers.

The god she had promised her salvation. Instead, it had fed on her despair. Chained her. Used her.

She hated herself for believing. But still she didn’t bore and hatred too others...

Then... something happened.

A light.

A tiny, flickering star in the endless black. It was warm. Gentle.

She reached for it—desperately—but the shadows clawed at her, dragging her down.

No. She wanted to scream. Let me go! I want to live!

And then... a voice.

Familiar and unfamiliar. Deep, soothing. It wrapped around her heart like a blanket against the cold.

"I’m your father. I’ll help you."

Time shattered.

Everything around her cracked, the void splintering into a million fragments of glass.

In the distance, she saw a vision. A man, cloaked in a gentle light, holding out his hand. He had blue hair—just like hers. A Two horn curved from his head.

She had thought genuinely that I’m her Father and slowly but sure Karina

smiled through her tears as her soul—long chained and tormented—began to rise.

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Back in the Void:

"She’s awakening," the staff murmured. "But we don’t have much time. Seal the breach before the void collapses."

I looked around. The shadows were screaming, tearing at the barrier, cracking it piece by piece.

The entire realm was collapsing—ripping itself apart now that its source of energy, Karina’s sorrow, was being taken away.

There was only one way out.

I raised my staff, channeling every ounce of Mana, Exorcist. Satan eyes and everything I didn’t hold anything back. My soul trembled under the pressure, but I pushed forward.

A tiny gate appeared in the distance—a final chance to escape.

I grabbed Karina’s hand, and with one last burst of Mana, I launched a radiant beam into the void. The spell cut through the darkness like a divine blade, opening the path fully.

The shadows shrieked in fury, collapsing behind us.

And then—

Light.

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Back in the Church

I gasped, falling to my knees.

My body was drenched in sweat. My hands were trembling. I was back in the real world, the wooden floor beneath me warm compared to the cold void I’d just escaped.

I was alive.

Panting, I opened my eyes slowly.

The church glowed faintly, the oppressive air now replaced by a calm silence. The altar was no longer stained in malice.

And beside me, resting gently in a translucent coffin, was Karina.

Her expression had changed.

No longer twisted in pain.

She looked... peaceful.

The staff in my hand had gone silent. Its usual glow dimmed, and for the first time since I’d entered the Church, I felt... truly alone.

The heavy doors remained shut behind me, sealing us inside the sacred space. Not a single soul outside knew what had transpired within these walls.

Yet beyond the Church’s thick doors, the village was alive.

Outside, Carl stood at the edge of the crowd, chest puffed proudly, a wide grin on his face. His voice rang out, loud and full of joy.

"That human... he really did it!"

The villagers erupted into celebration. Cheers filled the air. For the first time in what felt like ages, the sky over the village looked clear. The ever-looming darkness that once suffocated the land had lifted.

The black seaweed, once cold and lifeless, now shimmered with soft, glowing green light, almost like it had been reborn.

The terrifying doll that had haunted their nights? Gone. Vanished without a trace.

Children ran through the streets again, families embraced with tears in their eyes, and hope—real, palpable hope—spread like wildfire.

But something odd lingered in their expressions.

A flicker of confusion. A fragment of memory they couldn’t quite place.

As though something... or someone... had been forgotten. pieces of their past. Yet none of them questioned it aloud. Not now. Not while they were celebrating their newfound freedom.

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Inside the Church...

She stirred.

Karina.

Her eyes fluttered open slowly, blinking against the soft golden light that now gently bathed the chapel. Her lips parted as if gasping her first breath of life.

And then—she saw me.

Her bright blue eyes widened.

A flicker of recognition. Then confusion.

She tilted her head slightly, her small fingers gripping the edge of the translucent coffin. "Father...?"

Her eyes darted up to my forehead. There was no horn.

She blinked again. Her brows furrowed.

But then she looked into my eyes—truly looked.

And in that moment, her expression melted. Her confusion vanished. All that was left was warmth. Longing. And overwhelming joy.

She didn’t hesitate.

"Father... I was so lonely..." she whispered.

Then suddenly, she pounced forward—her small arms wrapping tightly around my waist. I barely caught her, stumbling slightly under the sudden hug.

Her voice was muffled against my chest, shaking with emotion.

"It hurt so much... but I never hated them. I... I just wanted someone to stay..."

I stood frozen for a second, stunned by the rawness of her words.

She believed me.

She believed I was her father

Still... I didn’t correct her.

Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was foolish.

But if calling me "father" gave her peace... then I’d carry that title without hesitation.

As I rested my hand gently on her back, I felt something—something strange. Powerful.

My breath hitched.

There was energy swirling within her. Mana that hadn’t been there before. And not just any Mana... I recognized it.

It was the Emotion Mana.

But it wasn’t like the sickly, black, corrosive aura I had faced before. No. This was different.

Beautiful.

It radiated with warmth and light, like sunlight reflecting through crystal-clear water. It pulsed in gentle waves, like a heartbeat in harmony with the world.

Karina had absorbed the Emotion Mana... and purified it?

I looked down at her again.

The scars that once marred her face were gone—healed completely.

Her blue hair shimmered, and her aura blazed with power far beyond anything I expected. She didn’t even seem to have reached 1-Star in the traditional sense, yet...

I gulped.

This wasn’t the energy of a beginner.

It felt like... 5-Star energy. Maybe even beyond.

"She... conquered it?" I murmured, still in disbelief. "She purified the corrupted essence of sadness and made it her own..."

The staff, though silent, seemed to hum faintly with agreement.

Karina had turned her sorrow into strength. She had taken what was meant to break her and made it beautiful.

I knelt down to face her. She looked up, beaming, eyes shimmering like the sea under Moonlight.

Her smile deepened, and she tightened her hug.

Outside, the villagers continued celebrating their freedom, oblivious to the miracle that had just unfolded in their church

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