Chapter 57: [Weekly Bonus - 3/6] Incompetent Fools (1)
The cellar was dark, damp, and smelled like old wood. Dust particles danced in the dim light, filtering through a small, grime-covered window, revealing the worn-out stones and rusty chains that lined the walls.
Wooden shelves lined the walls, sagging under the weight of forgotten things such as pliers, needles, and other blood-covered instruments of torture.
Cobwebs clung to the corners, silent witnesses to years of neglect of the cellar that served as a prison. The air was cool, carrying a musty scent of oldness. The wooden floor, worn and uneven, creaked underfoot.
It felt like a forgotten world, a place untouched by any human. The only sounds were the occasional drop of water and the distant murmur of the world above.
It was a place no one would accidentally stumble into, a perfect prison hidden below the Church that not even the Saintess knew existed.
Vesper stood in the cellar bound by chains, so her feet barely touched the cold, rotten floor. It wasn’t her first time there, though it was the first time she got to experience the horrors as a recipient and not as the donor of pain.
In the many years she spent in the Church, only she and the goddess Aria knew how many souls she had hurt. Now, it was her time to repent and feel the pain she had caused others.
"Repentance? Ha, that’s bullshit..." Vesper weakly mumbled as she dangled along with the chains.
Just then, the rusted doors of the cellar opened with a creak. As Vesper lifted her beaten gaze, two paladins strode in, accompanied by a man in white, whom she immediately recognised as the Pope.