"Chaos is so beautiful." thought Donatella the fire princess, or so she called herself back then. Everything around her was on fire, including her clothes, but her body was intact and felt no heat."Besides love, what's more entertaining is chaos and murder."And Donatella's mind was divided into two, love or chaos.She explores herself further, killing more people. Even after she learnt that it was not her husband who was in the brothel that day, but her brother-in-law, she still did not feel guilty about the murder.Eventually, Erwin, who served as the commander of the city's security forces, suspected that his sister had committed the series of murders. Then love again showed its sacrifice, Lord Deiter suddenly confessed that he was the one who ordered Donatella to kill. In trial with Erwin as the main judge, Lord Deiter makes false testimony."You didn't do this to protect her, did you?" Erwin asked."No, my prince, my wife is innocent. I am.""You are a good man Lord Deiter. You
"Welcome back, my other half." the white-and-black woman said to her.She found herself at the gate of a magnificent palace. A very weird, but beautiful kind of place. The walls were all white, no other colours painted on the palace’s wall. Just white. And around her, there were many large trees with white trunks and pink leaves. The coolness and beautiful atmosphere was mesmerising. It was as if she was in another world."Where am i? Who are you?" she asked the white-and-black woman.She looked around, there was no one but the them. Even, there were no other living beings. It looks like this kingdom was empty and uninhabited."Come with me. I'll show you everything."Even the white-and-black woman looked very unique. She was extraordinarily beautiful, indeed. She was wearing a luxurious white dress. Her hair, skin, crown, and even jewellery were all white. The only black on her were her eyebrows, pupils, eyelashes, and lips."Wait a minute, who am I, my self?" she thought.She had am
"Who exactly is this Erwin? You haven't told me yet." Anna asked."Later."They heading towards the next painting. In the fourth painting, there is the white-and-black woman stood gracefully, and the Kingsley bowed down to her."It's you..." Anna said."It is. You know, child. Strength is enough to bring all enemies to their knees, but it is not enough to quell the vengeance in their hearts. These lords have seen their sons and fathers slaughtered and tortured. And their wives have borne illegitimate children from their enemy. That kind of grudge cannot be paralysed by the fear of a sword swung, and will be passed on to the next bloodline.""The cycle of hatred.""You are clever. You know, if the grudge is unbearable, they will unleash it, creating another war for the sake of revenge. But revenge is a form of seeking justice too. The wise Kingsley knows this.""What has all this to do with you?""My name is Eirene, I am the goddess of tranquillity and peace. The Kingsley worship me co
"Who your true love is has never mattered, Anna. You won't live long. Really. Nor will you have time to enjoy a life with him. Forget your dreams. Sacrifice yourself for your clan. For Harga, the land that swore a faith to you."Anna took a deep breath. She was not the kind of spoilt girl who would sacrifice her clan for her ideals. She could find love again in her next life. "Tell me, I have to rescue and bring back one of my missing family members, right?"Yes." "I will do it. Even if it kills me. I promise, my sole aim in this life is to bring it back to Harga.""Good girl. Perhaps when your goal is achieved and you are still alive, you can be with your true love."Anna and the Goddess walked on to the next paintings, seeing story after story carved into them."So how is Harga while I'm gone?" Anna wondered."Since I gave you this mission, we made a pact. You used your power to freeze all living beings in Harga. You said you wouldn't want any trouble while you were gone. Then I
Jean never knew what exactly kind of feelings he has for Erwin. He loved them both, Erwin and Anna. And once he had a wet dream where he was made love with them both at the same bed. The dream was so wild that he thought it was from the devil. But the dream became a turning point in his life. He finally realised that his feelings for Erwin were love. Of course, he knew that Erwin was a normal man who liked girls. There was no hope for Jean. And Jean didn't have much hope for Erwin either. To always fight by his side, to be his right hand in every battle, was enough for Jean. That's why when he blurted out that he loved Erwin, his face flushed with shame. I shouldn't have said that, he thought.Luckily for Jean, Erwin only replied:"All my subordinates should give their hearts to me."Lord Gardier slapped Jean lightly on the back. He gave his son a wry look as if he say: "What the hell were you did, moron?"So after that meeting, Jean decided to hide his feelings for Erwin forever. Jea
Even their wedding ceremony was enough to make Erwin sick. On that solemn morning, during the wedding ceremony, the lady wore a light green wedding dress that exposed almost all part of her back. It was a provocative outfit for a lady from a respectable family, but she wore it anyway, as if she were a prostitute attracting customers by showing off her beautiful skin."You shine very brightly today, future husband." The lady said as her father handed her to Erwin."You too."Erwin hated his marriage to the lady, but he only slightly hated the lady herself. After all, Lady Arista and her family had helped Erwin with his escape plan."Not loving someone does not mean hating them." Erwin said in a very low voice, hoping that no one hear it.He had to kiss the lady in front of the guests. And he did. He planned the kiss as a little peck, but Lady Arista kissed his lips greedily. All the guests cheered with joy."Long live the king. Long live the queen." They all said in unison.Erwin hated
"Erwin... my dear." Lady Arista said. She patted Erwin's cheek with to make sure the poison had worked perfectly on Erwin's poor body.Erwin wanted to scream, but he could not even blink an eye. He knew he was being poisoned. This kind of paralysing poison had been used before to paralyse enemy soldiers. And this time he felt the effects of the poison himself. He was about to be raped by that damned woman. "Maybe this is the punishment for the violent I did to Anna." He thought.Lady Arista smiled widely. "Damn you woman." Erwin thought.The lady took off his clothes, then pulled Erwin's legs so that he was lying in the middle of the bed."Oh God, oh my God." She said as she laughed out loud at Erwin's erect. Just as the body would die if given a deadly poison, Erwin's body inevitably followed the poison's affect."Don't worry, dear. We're going to having fun."And what he was afraid about to happen, the sexual intercourse. "The Goddamned Everything." Erwin thought. He tried hard
"This world is so disgusting, so horrible." Anna said as she regained her full consciousness.Having had her fill of beating Anna, Lady Arista carried her unconscious body back to her room in the harem. The queen had dragged her by the hair, leaving Anna's dress torn and her skin bleeding from the uneven floor. The harem was empty now. She was alone. Maybe Erwin was still with Lady Arista. Anna rose from her prone position. The blood that running down in her skin started to evaporat, forming a small cloud of smoke. Her open wounds closed in an instant. She concentrated on healing her wounds."Now you know my pain," a familiar voice of a woman said.Anna immediately turned her head the direction where the voice was coming from, it's above her wardrobe. She saw the red-haired spirit sitting on top of her wardrobe. The ghost was in between the wardrobe and the roof, smiling her pale lips at Anna."I have waited so long." The spirit said.That red hair, those violet eyes, she is a King
Through her tears, a radiant smile blooms on her pretty face."Oh my dearest master. My little heart could endure all the pain and sorrow I've been through. But, it couldn't endure the joy that comes from your truth. I am dying because of the joy."Her hand reaches out. Her fingers trembling slightly as it seeks his touch. Her fingers reach up to brush away a tear from his cheek."And forgive me, my lady... How i regret for hiding the truth from you. If only... If only I were bold enough to confess our love in front of my family. To leave my highborn life behind, to elope with you. None of this would happen. And i regret that from the bottom of my heart. Forgive me, my lady.Jean gazes at her, vision foggy from tears welling up. Her soul belongs to her, but her body has changed. Her face is still the same, yet in this life she is far more pretty. Her eyes changed from brown to purple. She is not his, not in this life. Another love, another life, and another purpose await her.She look
"You... Do you wish me to leave, master? Even before knowing what I want to tell you?"For Jean, the longer he looks at her, the less sure he is to keep her for Erwin. She had to leave soon before he changed his mind. Her beautiful, purple eyes might tempt him to kiss her."Leave me alone. Never show your face to me again. Never. Never." He said with a firm voice, almost like the tone he used when he gave a war speech.Anna's heart wrenched as she felt the "seriousness" in her master's voice. It's valid; he doesn't want to see her again. A choked sob escaped her lips, followed by a torrent of tears that streamed down her face. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs as her tears welled up and spilled over. She fell on her knees, feeling déjà vu when her master sent her to the Kingsley Palace centuries ago."I will leave. But, take this with you. Press this crystal right against your heart. And you will see everything about us," she said as she put the crystal right in his doorway. "I wis
For centuries, Jean wandered the earth, his once clear purpose becoming a distant echo in his immortal existence. He walked through countless epochs, observed civilizations rise and fall, and saw the face of the world change in ways he could never have imagined. As the years turned into decades, and decades into centuries, the world around him became a blur. The faces, the names, the places - they all began to merge into one, an indistinguishable haze of experiences. The figure of Anna, the woman he had once loved so deeply, started to fade from his memory, her image distorted by the countless faces he had encountered. His mind, once sharp and focused, was now clouded with confusion. Memories of his past life seemed like fragments of a dream, disjointed and elusive. The love he had for Anna, the promise he had made to Thanaros, all were lost in his distorted mind. He lived among humans, but he was not one of them. He was an ageless being, trapped in a cycle of endless wandering and
Jean, feeling devastated, found himself burying Anna all by himself in the empty graveyard. The weight of sadness weighed heavily on his shoulders as he painfully dug into the ground, missing the presence of any helping hands. Eberfraid, his older brother, stood nearby with a stern look, making it clear that no one should offer assistance.After burying her, he solemnly said to Eberfraid that he would spend time by her grave."You can't fuck dead girl," Eberfraid uttered with disgust, spitting onto Anna's grave before departing, leaving Jean alone with her dead girl.Jean sat beside Anna's grave, the cold wind biting into his skin, seemingly mirroring the cold emptiness within him."My brown-eyed love," he began, his voice barely a whisper, "I did so many wrong things to you. I feel like this pain is enough to kill me so I can be reunited with you, my love. And God knows how I regret not confessing my love for you when I had the chance. I regret not fighting for our love, for letting
The dungeon was like a nightmare, where light ran away and sounds vanished. As Jean entered the suffocating darkness, a sense of dread gripped him. He followed Gregory, each step echoing on the cold ground.Finally, they arrived. The cell was an echo of despair, its iron bars a cruel barrier, separating its occupant from the world beyond.Jean, filled with determination, approached the iron door of the cell, the heavy metallic scent invading his senses. With a cold, heavy key that Gregory have him, he unlocked the door, the grating sound echoing through the silence. As he stepped inside, the gravity of the moment weighed heavily on his heart, he will soon reunite with the woman he loved with all his heart, Anna.And there, in the heart of this darkness, was Anna. She lay motionless on the cold stone floor, her once vibrant spirit extinguished. Her hair, once full of life, was now matted and lifeless. The clothes she wore were nothing more than tattered rags, a testament to her sufferi
"Where are you off to at this late hour, husband?" Lady Yessica, Jean's wife, exclaimed with a mix of curiosity and concern, squinting as she noticed Jean's surprisingly formal outfit. "Why did you get the carriage ready? Everyone in the castle is sound asleep."Jean paused, he carefully chose his words. "I... I need to visit my old friend, Lord Kingsley, Yessica," he finally replied."Or is it your old slave? Are you going to see her, Jean?" Yessica questioned sharply. Her gaze bore into Jean's, searching for any sign of deception.Jean feigned confusion as if he didn't understand Yessica at all. "Who... who are you referring to?""Anna. Don't think I haven't noticed," Yessica's voice trembled with hurt and accusation. "The way your eyes betray you when her name comes up? The way you've kept her picture all these years? I'm your wife, Jean, not a fool.""My lady..." Jean began, his voice tinged with guilt, struggling to find the right words to ease Yessica's pain.But Yessica cut him
Anna found herself alone once again. The icy restraints gripping her wrists offered some comfort in the gloomy dungeon. With a chilling finality, the stone door closed, plunging her into an endless darkness and loneliness. Deprived of even the most basic needs, food and water, the empty feeling in her stomach mirrored the void in her heart."My dear Master, even though my memory of you is lost, I still feel a deep love for you in my heart. I wonder, do you feel the same way about me? I often find myself yearning for your presence, longing to know what you are doing at this very moment. Please tell me, where are you? and I miss you more than words can express.In the deep dungeon abyss, Anna's life faded. Every breath became a battle, a desperate plea for life. Her once healthy body, is now fragile, tormented by starvation and dehydration. The cold touch of death drew nearer, tempting her to surrender. Yet, on the edge of oblivion, Anna held onto her love for Jean."I wanted to have m
In the suffocating depths of the dungeon, Anna's soul burned with an unquenchable fire. Tied to the icy stone wall, she endured agonizing captivity. Hungry and thirsty, all she could think about was Jean. His beautiful emerald eyes brought her comfort in the midst of despair. Even in the worst situations, Anna held onto the memory of Jean as her lifeline in the storm of loneliness.Days became a blur for Anna, each moment echoing in the empty dungeon.Suddenly, the loud clatter of keys on iron grated on her ears, pulling her out of her deep despair. Gilbert walked into the cell, his silhouette highlighted by the flickering torchlight, his expression determined. The sight of him gave Anna chills, yet a glimmer of hope flickered in her eyes."Hey Anna," he started, his mighty voice echoing through the chilling, sending shivers down her spine. "I've come to find you," he continued, his footsteps echoing ominously against the cold, hard floor. "Hey, have you finally realized the consequen
Who is Jean Lyndhurst? His letter gives the sounds like we were once very close and he cares deeply about me."Consumed by overwhelming confusion, Anna desperately struggled to recollect memories of Jean. With closed eyes, her mind aimlessly wandered through her past, desperately grasping for any trace of Jean's presence, yet it yielded nothing. A wave of sickness washed over her, her heart heavy with a melancholic ache, and she yielded to unconsciousness.****Anna slowly opened her eyes, the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains. As she turned her head, she saw Gilbert sit peacefully beside her in the bed, waiting for her to wake up. Concern etched on his face, he reached out to her and gently asked,"My darling, are you alright?""Jean, my lord," she replied in a hushed voice. "Who is he?"Anna, still feeling a sense of unease, handed Gilbert the crumpled letter she had found earlier. As Gilbert scanned its contents, his brow furrowed."So you read this letter?" he questi