“Yes, that thing you’ve been traveling with. That wretched filth from the bottommost layer…” said the goddess.
Apparently, she could tell.
“You’re the goddess of death, right? You should know what goes on in hell and you should know how much they suffer-” Maria attempted.
“Do you know what this filth has even done?” The goddess inquired.
“As a matter of fact, I don’t.”
“I’ll tell you,” Marcus grabbed one of the records from the shelves. “Let’s see… It got sold by the townspeople to help the town survive, it then got raped by the owner, over and over and after escaping great abuse, it burned the whole mansion down, and then burned the town too and then herself along with it all.”
‘Sold, raped, and then dead?’ It hit a bit too close to home.