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『Oh, Princess』

The Sorceress stood over her study, staring down at a massive book of apocalyptical text from an mysterious origin. Her eyes shifted over the words death and prophecy.

It was not the end of humanity, it wasn't the end of the world. However it was the end of the world as they knew it, allowing it to be reborn in the blood and ashes of others.

How many people would die? Who was the Hero in this story? Who was destined to win?

Jack had become an Angel, the strongest she had ever believed there would be. Yet there was another being, the Heavenly Daemon Emperor. Where were they going to come from? What did they represent? What did her brother, Lord Sephir, represent?

Running her hand through her hair, she turned to look at the door of her room and pursed her lips. With a flick of her wrist, the door slammed shut and latched itself, locking upon her whim.

"Oh Jack..." She muttered quietly to herself as she sat down on her bed across the room from where she had once stood. She looked at her hands, then up towards the mirror.

He had looked down on her for abandoning not only him with her death, but her daughter in life. She believed in a way, he was right to judge her. Yet she couldn't let the world know, her world know, that she had conceived with an elf.

It was bad enough her elven lover and run away, it was even worse that she had ended up in the hands of slavers. Seeing that little elf on the bed with her former brother, she couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh. Perhaps she was in better hands. She'd be fed and cared for, at least that is what she hoped the most for.

Though she hadn't showed it at the time, she did care for her daughter. It was her only blood that didn't betray her expectations. Her eyes rested on the mirror across from her bed at the study.

She stared at her face, the perfect appearance of a villainess.

She wasn't evil, she didn't think so. Though she did experiment on the living and the dead. She damned her morals in order to get stronger. She damned anyone who got in her way.

She showed a darkness all humans harbored, ones that they hid in their vile imaginations.

It was dangerous to read one's thoughts, knowing very well that the person beside you could be thinking of murdering everyone in the room. Yet what controlled them, what stopped them, was either their moral center or the consequences that came with those actions.

She closed her eyes.

Evanon was fearful of her father as he had no moral center nor did he have consequences to learn from. The man was a sexual sociopath, anything he could get his hands on was a target.

Yet at the same time this was the reason she had gotten stronger, so she did not have to feel afraid anymore. The thoughts of what would've happened if she didn't sacrifice so much of herself in order to get where she was now, were horrendous.

She turned to look at the window of her room, looking over the capital city, covered by a thick cloud of darkness from up on high. A storm was brewing.

'Just how is this going to turn out?' She thought.

...

The Crown Prince stood in the courtyard of the Royal Palace, staring up at the darkened skies.

He was well aware of his father's typical plans, if they could be called such a thing. Plans, they needed to have some sort of bar they had to reach before they could even be called such a thing.

The man doubted his younger brother who had been essentially sent to his death paid attention at all to the scholars who were paid to school him in diplomacy. It was likely he took after their father. Which was a rather huge disappointment for probably everyone, including himself.