The Most Heretical Saintess
What manner of being is a demon?
Wicked and treacherous creatures, brimming with nothing but malice and bloodlust, scheming endlessly over the most efficient ways to slaughter humankind.
That was the definition of demons known to the world.
Until she appeared.
She drew near without hesitation even to the lowliest and most despised of souls. Before corpses reeking of rot and decay, she never once furrowed her brow. And at the death of a villain whom no one on earth would mourn, she alone bowed her head in quiet reverence.
Some called it nothing more than hypocrisy.
Some suspected it was merely the peculiar, cunning trickery of the demon race.
Some pointed fingers even at those she had saved, claiming they were already tainted beyond redemption.
But as time passed, only one undeniable truth remained.
Soldiers abandoned on the battlefield opened their eyes once more. Children dying of plague drew breath again. Countless souls who should never have left their families' arms returned, borne back on the wings of miracles.
Demons are all evil—wicked heretics who deny the Goddess.
That unshakable creed began to tremble, all because of a single woman.
And so history at last recorded her thus:
Born of the most unholy blood,
yet she who lived a life more sacred than any other—
a demon, and yet more a saintess than any who bore the title.