Demonic Po*nstar System Chapter 705: Used and Abused

The title was remarkably simple.

Used and Abused

The video began by focusing on a face familiar to nearly every single citizen in the nation.

Alexandra.

She was the woman who had brought down Maximilian Vice. The fragile blonde who wept before the lens, dismantling the most influential figure in the awakened content industry simply with her broken voice and the raw truth.

Her testimony had trended alongside the presidential briefing. Her words warped public perception into a weapon that landed Vice on death row and made the name Kaiden Grey known across the entire world.

That same girl now sat within a dimly lit chamber. The illumination was gentle and warm, positioned strategically to spotlight her features while casting the surroundings into shadow. She appeared transformed from the viral video that first brought her fame.

The visible devastation had vanished. A lingering sadness still resided in her eyes, but it was the type of grief that had persisted long enough to feel familiar—a heaviness that simply settled into her bones rather than tearing her apart.

She appeared delicate and fragile, radiating a femininity that compelled one to shield her.

Maeve’s gaze narrowed. Her intuition whispered that the girl was consciously weaponizing her own vulnerability; she knew exactly how she came across.

"Hello everyone," Alexandra greeted, her tone soft. "I have not provided any comments or updates since my initial video was released. I have been navigating a great many things since then, simply taking it one day at a time."

She paused, and a timid, warm smile graced her lips. "However, thank you for your concern. And for your prayers. Believe it or not, I have read every single comment left on my video."

She allowed those words to sink in.

"And, as many of you have speculated, I am indeed with the Sinners now. They took me in, and they have been looking after me wonderfully."

Her smile grew brighter, filled with a quiet, genuine pride. Alexandra’s hands drifted to the hem of her attire as she stood just enough to display it: a frilly demonic maid’s skirt, colored in black and crimson, tailored with a playful elegance that felt like both a costume and a uniform.

"I have become their helper," she stated, her voice bubbling with childlike pride. "I handle their meals, maintain the household, and I am truly blessed to count them as my friends."

She performed a quick twirl, causing the skirt to fan out, before settling back down with a timid giggle she attempted to stifle behind her hand. The noise was brief and startled, as though it had escaped her unexpectedly.

"Apologies. I just... I really enjoy it." She smoothed the material over her lap, tracing the crimson stitches with her fingers.

"It sounds foolish, doesn't it? A girl who survived all that I did, getting thrilled over a pretty dress. But the girls helped me select it. Bastet spent two hours adjusting the hem, insisting the proportions were wrong, and Calypso told her she was being ridiculous, took over, and spent another hour making it worse."

She smiled at the recollection, a glimmer reaching her eyes. "Like Nyx and Luna, they bicker over everything, but I think they are the best friends ever. The next morning, I woke up and found the stitching was perfect. Aria had redone the entire thing after they fell asleep. She never told them. They still believe the ‘Monster Girl Skirt’ version held up. Until now, that is... Oops."

She giggled quietly for a moment, then let her gaze fall to her lap.

"I still have dreadful days, I won't deny that. Some mornings I wake up with a heart so heavy I can barely sit upright. Then, I touch my face and feel my cheeks are wet, realizing I have been weeping in my sleep without even knowing it." She looked up. "And my parents... I still lack the courage to visit them. They are waiting for me, and I keep telling myself 'tomorrow, tomorrow,' but when tomorrow arrives, I find I cannot do it." A small sigh escaped her as she fiddled with her fingers, unable to face the camera.

"But I am moving forward. That is the part that counts, I believe. I eat meals with people who care if I have eaten. I sleep in a room that nobody enters without knocking. I am surrounded by noise—good, healthy noise—with people laughing and arguing and being alive, reminding me that the world still holds warmth." Her expression brightened briefly. "I even made a friend outside the Sinners... Though I am not sure if it is fair to label her an outsider anymore. She is the most badass little lady I have ever met. I adore her so much... I have been teaching her how to cook, and I believe we are both having a lovely time..."

A soft breath escaped her lips.

"Before any rumors start: no, I am not being forced to stay here or act as their maid. I am doing this because I want to repay even a fraction of their kindness, and this is the only way I know how." A sly expression returned, a tiny, mischievous curl at the corner of her mouth. "And no, I am aware of what you are thinking. I am not Kaiden’s girlfriend."

A brief pause.

"However, he is my cherished friend and savior. I owe him more than I could ever repay."

Henrik glanced at Maeve. "This is a PR stunt. They are framing her as a sympathetic—"

"Be quiet," Maeve commanded.

On the screen, the warmth in Alexandra’s face faded. The melancholy returned, heavier than before, and she looked down for a moment before meeting the camera’s gaze again.

"However, I must share some difficult news. Truthfully, I am not here because I am ready to step back into the public eye." Her voice grew thin. "But after hearing about two women whose circumstances are so painfully similar to mine—reminding me of ChronosX and the years of misery I and many others suffered there—I could not remain silent."

The room behind Alexandra suddenly lit up.

Two additional chairs appeared beside her. Two more women were seated there.

All color drained from Maeve Ashbound’s face.