In the pit of blood, which proved to be the site of a demon summoning, there were the remains of twelve bodies without their hearts. Then, in the center of the pentagram, the scattered corpse slowly rose. The tattered pieces of flesh clumsily stitched themselves together, and it gazed down at itself. “I guess it’s going to be a little tough,” muttered the seventh great demon of Hell, scratching its cheek. The shell it had possessed was that of a girl born of s*ave blood. She had to become the noblest of rulers on earth with this body.