Purity was your everyday daughter of a farming family, though her own quirks - like everyone has. Though all of this changed one day - who would she point her finger to blame her misfortune? The Gods? The Demons? The others around her? No - she will blame her fate. Toying with her; like she was some kind of puppet. Maybe fate had something for her - that she has to drag through hell, and beyond just to reach what it has in store for her.

This is my first public story.. I'm used to short stories and a third person. This is first-person - so if you see the third person for our MC I didn't catch it before putting the chapter... Oops. Also! Just a heads up - I'm a lazy kitten... I'll shoot for updates every week.