Lavender Twilight

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It's all began on one night full of light and bright people.

The Alexandria family hosted a grand party where people from various backgrounds gathered to celebrate the birth of Sir Guston Alexandria, the head of the Alexandria family.

The people gathered, danced, and enjoyed themselves with others of similar backgrounds, deviating from the original plan of The Head Family. However, The Head Family care no less; as long as everyone attending the birthday party was well-fed, nothing else mattered. Whether they mingled or not was of no concern to him.

The rich gathered with the rich, while the poor grouped together. Occasionally, the rich would look down from the balcony, feeling superior to those below. They even regarded the poor with disdain, believing they did not belong at the party.

Seeing the unsightly arrangements at this magnificent party, I, Belladonna Thornshade, decided to join in and make it even more lively.

As you already know, I was a monster in the past—a terrifying creature who instilled fear and despair in everyone who glimpsed my cursed form. My head was that of a young female with no eyes or nose, replaced by a hibiscus flower with eyes in each petal. My body was originally that of a young woman, but when I suppressed and reshaped it to my will, it transformed into something else entirely. When released, it extended like the branches of a tree, with my abdomen resembling the trunk.

Nobody would have shown up if I had kept my appearance. So, to convince everyone that no such horror existed, I do a little cunning tricks.

The night before the party, when everyone was asleep and unaware, I seized the opportunity to consume the wife of The Head Family. I crushed her body within my stomach, breaking her limbs one by one, absorbing every drop of blood she produced. Finally, I reshaped my form to resemble hers. I longed for her beautiful face, desired to wear her charming dress, and wished for her jewelry, hoping that people would say "You're beautiful and wealthy" to me.

Such a beautiful body, I would say, and she had a handsome husband who cared for her. I took the opportunity to play with him that night, and it was quite exhilarating. It was only when I saw the terror on his face as I slaughtered everyone the following night that I felt truly satisfied.

It all began when I infused my cursed fluid into the drinks served at the party. Fortunately, the poisoned drinks reached the poor guests, who harbored grudges against those who looked down on them. At that moment, I smiled, feeling that fate was on my side. I then quickly blocked every possible exit as the last member of the Alexandria family arrived at the party.

At first, the poor man expressed his feelings about the injustice suffered at the hands of the wealthy. His anger grew as he delved deeper into his emotions, and he continued to complain until his voice reached everyone at the party, including me and my beautiful stolen husband. The wealthy guests soon had enough of his tomfoolery.

According to my knowledge, the fluid's effect was supposed to spread as the drinkers' emotions intensified, leading them to fight each other until no one survived. However, an anomaly occurred—something that shouldn't have happened if they were truly good people to begin with.

The rich people were unaffected by the poison. I could easily tell who was under its influence and who wasn't. Nevertheless, the reaction was the same: the wealthy began to rejoice, using the opportunity to express their disdain for the poor. They started to punch, kick, and humiliate each other, with no one being safe. Every poor person at the party was suffering from my poison, which made their bodies grow stronger as their hatred intensified.

Greed and foolishness intertwined until I could no longer distinguish who was still alive and who was affected by the poison. Their will to eliminate each other was fueled by the varied emotions they held towards one another. The strongest hatred, however, was directed at me from the poor people.

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