Limitless The Strongest Revenant

[Reader Warning: The following chapter is centered on rape and its effects on Hellsgate. Please skip it if you find the topic uncomfortable.]

"Uh, Limitless? Shouldn't we stop them?" Cynthia asked with trepidation.

The moans of the women being beaten continued to ring out. Yvonne flinched noticeably as she closed her eyes. Seemingly traumatized by what was happening.

The 2nd Amendment bit her lips as Golden Wick continued to be assaulted by the Sirens.

"This is wrong!" the LLG President replied as she stood up. But her arms were restrained by Addison and Yvonne.

"Hold your tongue, girl, before you lose your head," the dwarf warned.

Cynthia turned to see the bloodthirsty stares of Jo and Robyn.

"W-we were w-wrong. We deserve this," Yvonne commented tearfully.

Jo then left my side and walked over to Cynthia.

"Cynthia Carmine. Do you know how dogs were domesticated?"

Caught off guard, the redhead stammered. "I-I don't know."

My Italian lover then grabbed Cynthia's chin and spoke through clenched teeth.

"By giving them treats and a fucking ass-whooping."

"W-what?"

"Darling is too kind. You are all nothing but vultures, exploiting his prowess. He's already given you carrots. My sisters and I are the stick. The meanest, beefiest stick you will ever find."

Jo then whispered menacingly in Cynthia's ear.

"This is a warning to every bitch on this fucking battlefront. Touch our man and we will have your head. Remember to tell everyone, okay? Golden Wick is special, so they will only get a beating. The others will be buried in the ground. Are we clear?"

Gulping nervously, the President replied, "Yes. Lady..."

"Vela. My name is Vela."

"Yes, Lady Vela. I will make sure everyone knows."

When Jo told me that she had another personality in her head, I hadn't thought it would reach this extent. Vela was a fucking psycho. Much like me, the girls were using their Graveyard IDs to hide their names.

I belatedly noticed that the muffled cries of pain had stopped.

Lilly and the others stood up with bloodied fists. I rose to my feet and grabbed a towel and some disinfectant. Seemingly pleased, the girls all ran to me and presented their bloodied hands.

Gently, I wiped the blood from the fists of my girls. It was amusing how docile they lined up. Of course, after massaging and cleaning their hands, each of my girls begged for a kiss. Naturally, I obliged.

Yvonne and Claire joined the rest of Golden Wick and knelt on the floor. Like prisoners awaiting execution, they all had black eyes, split lips, some were even missing teeth.

I returned to my seat and remained silent. The stage was for the Sirens. I found it tiresome to deal with such things.

Bella wanted to command the LLG. Jo, on the other hand, felt like a drill instructor from hell. As long as no one died, I left them to their own devices.

Everyone except Jo returned to their seats, Jo on the other hand came forward and suddenly stomped Claire's head to the ground. The rest of the 2nd Amendment almost moved in reflex.

However, a single look from my girls caused them to shut up and calm down.

"Considering you're all saints, I'm guessing you were all raped before you died, right? Who among you killed themselves out of shame? Who was killed by their rapists? Answer me," Jo asked nonchalantly.

"!!!"

The entire room froze at her words. Cynthia, Addison and the 2nd Amendment all had their mouths agape. Only Phillip remained unmoved. On our side, none of my girls showed much of a reaction.

Jasmine added like a teacher in a classroom. "Vela, you are skipping too many things again. Golden Wick, use {Rewind}. Cynthia and Addison deserve to know Husband's {Fate} anyway."

Except for Cynthia and Addison, everyone else in the room has seen my {Rewind} work. I had completely forgotten about it. Good thing Jasmine remembered.

"{Save}. {Rewind}." x10

Ten saints all used my {Fate}, disappearing and reappearing in perfect health. The two who saw it for the first time suddenly stood up in surprise.

"What the hell?!" "Such a {Fate} exists!"

Lilly clapped her hands in irritation.

"Yes, yes, it is amazing. This {Fate} is called {Rewind}. This is the {Fate} of the man you all follow as your master. Cynthia, Addison, sit down. Minerva, explain to everyone if you would."

Bella adjusted her glasses before speaking. Her gesture reminded me of the know-it-alls in anime who fixed their glasses just as they were about to say something witty or clever.

"There's not much to say. In a nutshell. Saints are created through rape and sexual exploitation. Reapers, whose regrets center on purity, gain fates powerful enough to exorcise malice."

Jas then added more information to this despicable subject.

"This is why most saints have the appearance of young girls. Older women learn to accept their experiences and move on. Saints are the ones who either get killed while being violated or commit suicide out of disgust."

Unconsciously, my hands crushed the armrests of my seat. Death resonance began to pour out of me like a flood. Fucking hell. This whole subject was making my blood boil.

Jasmine's words from earlier that afternoon echoed in my head.

"I think Saint Division with {Rewind} is Husband's greatest achievement. Even in Europe, the Devil's Remains are incredibly sought after."

Right now, no one in the world didn't know about the grooming gangs in Europe. It was one of the injustices that hardly had a voice. Even the crimes of the visitors from that damned island had yet to be brought to justice.

"It was hell husband. The amount of lives lost was in the hundreds of thousands. The Assad regime butchered and raped their way to remain in power. Going as far to use chemical weapons and bombarding civilians."

It wasn't just Europe. Africa, Asia, South America, even on my own continent, rape has been prevalent. The only place it wasn't supposed to be was Antarctica.

"In fact, there are hardly any saints in the North. That is why we cannot push them back, my love. We just sever the tainted ones and put them in separate boxes. The formation of Yvonne's group is really a great achievement."

FUCK, so that's why the North didn't have saints.

"Sniff. My mother was a powerful specter, she was the commander of the honor guard. You remember I said I looked like a man right? Women are treated like cattle in the North. To protect me, my mother cursed me to look like an orc to men."

From what I knew of history, societies still in the tribal phase treated their women as property. They had no rights to speak of and were like cattle. As I replayed my conversation with Siren, Jo's comment suddenly took on a whole new meaning.

"Europe is also struggling with this darling. The amount of malice that has infected their assault teams is already considerable. I have heard that Virtuous no longer wants to risk their souls collapsing. The result is that Europe is stuck at level 39."

"THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE!" I blurted out in anger.