Reincarnation of the Villainess: change the Fate

The Temples

In the Ancient temple

In the ancient temple of Idhor, The Star-Sentinel, the guardian of Idhor opened his eyes ever so slowly as if awakening from his slumber to witness the once in thousands no millennium miracle and birth of a Divine being.

" At last you have returned to your birth star, my Lord. Welcome back " with a twinkle in his eyes, the guardian of Idhor, The Star Sentinel gazed upon the night sky which has been blended with both the darkness and light, but from the Altar of Atborh in the ancient temple of Idhor, the sky has been lit up with Frost Obsidion, an Ancient Color that has been extinct and the signature colour and the mark of her.

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In the temple of Imperial city

"High Priest, High Priest " a middle-aged man in his thirties ran across the hallways shouting and calling the high priest as if he is in teens, behaving rather immaturely.

The servants and the maids in the temple are astonished by the old man's behaviour.

Arriving at the end of the hallway, in front of the golden doors engraved with pure gold and silver embellished with many gems and intricate patterns. Without a second thought, he burst open the door yelling " high priest!!! high pri...!!??"

Inside the room of those golden doors, in the serene atmosphere behind the desk is a man whose face is like a sculpture intricately carved by God. If one doesn't look closely they may think the high priest is busy with a very important matter, but he is lying asleep on the pile on documents and snoring, drifting in the dreamland with a smile on his face.

The old man who saw this scene was dumbfounded. In this solemn atmosphere, the man who should be working on the documents is now laying on those pile of documents, some which are scattered around the desk snoring......

The old man with a distorted face shook the sleeping high priest shouting and yelling " High priest, high priest wake up. It's not the time be drifted  into the dreamland "

'There is a more urgent matter. We can't delay it any more, since it's coming... Please wakeup. I can't handle it anymore'

Some sort of emotion is bubbling inside the old man, which he himself can't understand nor control this strangeness. Palpitating heart, drumming loud and clear in his ribcage threatening to leap out of its constraints. But, one thing is for sure. He can feel fear and dread wash over him like a tide sweeping him off of his feet due to the strange phenomenon occurring this night. As if he regretting or regretted doing something, as if he should be sorry and guilty for that... and also must pay a price for the deed, crime and sin he has committed.

'I have been devoted to goddess of light since I have been chosen for this position'

'I am sure I haven't committed any sin or crime... but why???'

Not sure of what's going on.... the old man forgoing his manners yanked the high priest awake.

" HIGH PRIEST!!!!!"