A fairytale of a beautiful maiden, the beloved Frost Flower Princess was supposed to be staying in the comfort of her castle masquerading as a cage to protect her from the dangers outside, imprisoned by her own brothers.
That is, until a mysterious...
** I can grant any wish you have. But if you want to cross the bridge, you've got to pay the toll. Go ahead and sign the scroll. Of course, I will need adequate compensation. With this power, I'll rule everything...
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The time has arrived for Y/n to take her final exam. Grim, Ace, and Deuce are oddly confident, and when grades roll in, sure enough, they've scored noticeably higher than usual. But there's always a catch when someone makes a contract with Azul...
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Sing, and let the pain bleed out, Every scar, every wound— Let them echo through the grand opera hall. I will take what others hoard, gilded offerings made to the dark, and claim them for myself— that they may hear my aria of wrath.
My soul craves nothing but silver, not for pleasure, but to save my mother, The one they deemed worthless.
Sister... all-too-proud sister, draped in beauty, drowning in vanity— You are unworthy of the riches you parade. For Mother, I will take it all— strip the dying, rob the gilded, leave none untouched.
An opera of silver and sin, a sanctuary of stolen light for Mother and me. From dawn, I will ascend, and in the sun's argent blaze, I will reign above them all. -Cosette, Guardian of Silver Avarice
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Opera: Aria of the Songstress bathed in Greed
Once, there was a little girl who dreamed of singing for the world. She sang only for her ailing mother, her only solace in a house steeped in corruption.
Her father—a debauched Count, drowning in wealth yet never satisfied—hoarded riches. Her older sister—a shameless villainess—bathed in blood for beauty, willing to sacrifice anyone to maintain her vanity.