It's Miss History's Fault

Part 1: The Village
Part 2: The Aftermath

Part 3

The Fault

Many...many years passed and so the tradition with the story of now being called Goddess Devera, who according to them had with the will of Lord Nerau descended from heavens to teach the devil a lesson and to mark the end of it, passed from generations to generations and from village to village, shaped and reshaped in varieties until a stage came when instead of nannies believers started slaughtering their daughters.

Yes, daughters... Proud of the legacy left by the ancestors and satisfied by the tradition, plagued by it, they prepared their girls for it. And the girls....well, what could they do than just run, be caught up and then suffer the trial of the history at the very hands of their parents.

In return what they got? They got satisfaction. This regression from raising their daughters as a sacred duty to raising them just for the "sacred duty" was all because of this satisfaction. Tehou, at first, just to satisfy his anger tried to bury his daughter. Maiden, saved the child just to satisfy the human in her. Later people slaughtered nannies and then daughters just to satisfy their believes.
But satisfaction itself was just an accomplice, the main culprit being their present who after rusting in the space of time came down upon the rest as "history".

With time, the news of such barbarism reached to the King's ears of a kingdom in the far far outskirts of which lay those savage villages.

This brutality and inhumanity was utterly not acceptable by the king who being kind-hearted waged war against such practices. He, with a lump of army, set out on the very day of the offerings to Devera and killed all of the men and women in the villages where the offering had been made or was to be made, bringing their children to his kingdom.

On the graves of the newly victimized innocence he carved the following words.

"It's not your fault, my dear. It's Miss History's fault."