Camelia Castitas

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**Camelia Castitas** is the ***Supreme Daughter*** of the Church of Castitas. She used to be a member of Mars Luxuria's Party before his death. She is Sol Luxuria's lover. She's also a Blessed.

## Appearance

Camelia was truly a beautiful woman. Long golden hair and sky blue eyes akin to Sol's This was a characteristic all Blessed of the Goddesses had. Her breasts are rather big, almost as big as Milia despite the fact Cow Women were known for having large breasts. This showcased how big her bust was compared to others. She's also an extreme beauty and sexy. Her bust and hips are specially sexy.

## Personality

She's a woman who does not look at physical appearance, but rather, the soul. That's why she rejected Mars despite his good looks, he wasn't her type, which Sol is. She is obsessed with Sol the point the risked her life to perform Saint Fall in order to give Sol "cheats".

## History

### Early Years

She was born from a rather normal family, her father was a kind worker with few aspirations, and her mother was a simple housewife whose greatest worry in life was and taking care of the house. She was born beautiful and grew to be beautiful. A beauty of the like that shouldn't exist in such a remote village. A village so far away from the capital that they didn't even see the baron under whom the village was. She had long and soft black hair, a gentle smile that seemed to wash away all problems, and a soothing voice that could lull even the worst beast.

She was loved by all, from her, an aura of grace and gentleness that shouldn't have existed in a countryside girl could always be felt. This aura was so powerful that despite her clear beauty, no boy dared to court her and no girl dared to play with her. If there was one problem in her otherwise perfect life, it was simply that she was blind. No one could understand why. Her body suffered from no defects and she was in no way cursed.

Despite this, her daily life was in no way disturbed. People loved her. No, people worshiped her. As such she never had to work. No matter what they were, her wishes were always granted. From a simple snap of her fingers, the villagers were willing to lay down their life for her. It wouldn't be a mistake to say that she was like a goddess and the inhabitants of the village were her loyal believers. Thankfully, the girl was kind and so she never made any unreasonable demands.

If there was another thing that bothered the girl, it was that she was bored. She was only 10, but the world had nothing left to offer her. After all, in her mind, her world was only the village and her surroundings. She wanted to go out. She wished to be able to see, to explore the world. Eat delicious food, know new people, live adventures, and perhaps fall in love with a beautiful prince. She wished to have friends, not the fake ones who only followed her orders, but true friends with whom she could laugh and share her feelings and worries. Such was her life. A boring life, full of yearning and unfulfilled wishes.

But one day, her daily and boring life was shattered in the cruelest way possible. On that day, she woke up to the scream and cry, to the obscene laugher and mockery. The sound of steel clashing and horse galloping. She couldn't see, and this might have been a blessing, for what was happening in front of her was simply hell.

The cause of this carnage was surprisingly–soldiers. Deserters. People who initially swore to protect the citizens but fled during the war were now once again trampling on their vows by doing the very opposite of what they swore. But the girl had no way of knowing that back then. Nor did she need to care about it at that time.

All she knew, all she could understand, was that her paradise was about to be destroyed. All she knew was the cause of this destruction were filthy beings worse than any demons. The girl of no more than 10, who never once raised her voice, who never felt anger nor hatred, for the first time in her life, became angry. She found those laughs disgusting, those screams disheartening, all those sounds confusing. As such, she screamed, "Silence!" And silence fell. The bandits were confused. They tried to open their mouths but could not.

Still, no matter how confused they were, no matter how vile they now were, they were once soldiers. The years of discipline and training kicked in as they calmed down and found the source of their predicament. The leader ordered with a sign to kill her. He didn't need to speak, for his soldiers understood his signal.

The girl, who has never been angry nor ever wished to hurt anyone, as if guided by the hand of fate, gave an order she would never forget. She order everyone to die. She murmured in a low voice, even regretting giving such an order the moment it left her mouth. But it was too late. With an empty expression, with a crazed smile, with a feeling of elation, the soldiers who were comrades both during their time in the army and during their time as bandits, gleefully, methodically, killed themselves.

It was perfectly silent. In this world where no voices could come out, only the ripping and cutting coming from the sword resonated in her ears. And for the first time, the girl who lived all her life in darkness. Opened her eyes. The first thing she saw, was the blue sky devoid of clouds and the shining golden sun? The second thing she saw, was the fanatical expression on the face of both the dead bandits and–The dead villagers.

Her order had been indiscriminate. She asked for silence, and they all closed their mouths. She asked for death… And they all died. That day, her long black hair changed to a lustrous golden, and her eyes, always hidden in the past, were of a beautiful blue. As tears gathered in her eyes and her mind was about to break, a voice suddenly sounded in her ear, the voice of Castitas.

That day, the young and innocent girl who wished for nothing more than excitement in her life died. Her young mind, unable to accept the weight of the crime she committed, even if unintentionally. In her place was born the young girl who would become known as the greatest Saint. A few weeks later, the church of Castitas officially announced the appearance of the new Holy daughter. The news of the appearance of a blessed one swept past all the zones of influence. Commoners kneeled down in prayer while nobles cursed in frustration.

### Ascension to Saint

The news of the birth of a new holy daughter came as a shock to the kingdom. It was even more so since it wasn't one of the potential holy daughters groomed by the nobles or the king. Her name was unknown, but her Saint name was-Camelia. Camelia Castitas. She was a beautiful young girl, her long golden hair flowed in the wind and her impassive face gave an impression of grandeur and power. Camelia never smiled. For she found no happiness in this world.

Her position was revealed thanks to a divine revelation of the goddess. Her position as a holy daughter was cemented. No one, not even the greedy nobles dared to try to take over someone who directly had the attention of the goddesses. It's how she grew calmly and slowly in the church while learning her current and future duties. The supreme daughter of that time, Lily Castitas, was a kind and beautiful woman with few womanly curves.If one was asked what was her greatest trait, then it would be her smile. A smile as large and as warm as the sun.

No matter what the situation was, no matter how many problems she had, she always smiled. Not a fake smile nor a forced one, but a true and genuine one full of compassion. Camelia hated that smile. For she could feel her own ugliness. The soul of that woman shone like the greatest jewel. It wasn't a metaphor. She could really see her soul. It was the gift and the curse she received on the day she opened her eyes for the first time. Camelia never smiled, nor could she smile.

Camelia's life was one of atonement. Her day filled with weariness and night filled with nightmares. It was painful. Oh so painful. Every day, she would wake up and work methodically without any thought without any goal. Becoming the supreme daughter? This was in no way the goal she wished for. She just acted because if she didn't work she would simply kill herself. Her life was dull. The colors of the world were gray. It was in this gray world that she meets her, her first rival.

Camelia met Lilith Luxuria after she rejected Mars. Lilith was mad that Camelia had dared to reject her brother, who in her eyes, was perfect. It was the first meeting between her and Lilith. They were both 14 years old. Back then Lilith was still the spoiled princess of the kingdom and behaved as such. Camelia's relationships with Lilith was a weird one. They couldn't be called friends, but they couldn't be called enemies either. They were in a weird relationship where they cursed at each other without hesitation.

Lilith's existence was without a doubt the first saving grace for Camelia. Someone who wasn't awed by her. Someone who wouldn't bend over for her. Someone who could speak in equal positions with her. But, more than anything, her soul was so beautiful. Just like a jewel of the highest grade. Her second grace was another woman. A fiery red-haired woman, Blaze Dragona. Someone who was as crude as a sailor and never minced her words.

Blaze was a friend of hers. Just like Mars. But she didn't like Mars due to behavior with women. He treated women too well when he didn't plan to answer back to their feelings. She really hated it. If at least he was doing it intentionally she could call him a playboy and that would be it. But he didn't even do it intentionally. She remembered the heiress of one of the four Duke families. Her infatuation for Mars was so visible it was painful. But Mars never gave her the time of the day. She was pretty sure Lilith and Theresa were also in love with him.

In her life, what she hated the most was control and what she seeks the most was also control. That's why she was so loyal to the goddess. She didn't need to think. She just had to follow orders. It made her feel at ease. She never wanted to relive what happened so many years ago. It was on a time when Blaze and she were bathing together that the topic of Blaze's unborn child came up. Blaze asked Camelia to give him a name following the traditions. She hoped Camelia could live for her unborn child.

She said it as a joke, but to Camelia, it was like a divine revelation. A name directly appeared in her mind, as if the Goddess had told her. A name that would give meaning to it all. She named him "Sol". It surprised Blaze because it was as if Camelia was sure her unborn child would be a boy.

## Trivia

* She's into BDSM.
* She's also a masochist.

## References

1. ↑ 1.0 1.1 Chapter 14
2. ↑ Chapter 15
3. ↑ Interlude 3: Birth of a Saint
4. ↑ Interlude 4: Life of a Saint
5. ↑ Chapter 15
6. ↑ Chapter 33