Blood-lusting Villainess (ORIGINAL)

(This version of the story is the original. The rewritten version (ongoing) is titled The Anima of a Reincarnated Villainess.)

I was a weapon.

I was the perfect weapon.

I lived in a world of ritualistic society, where people could ask for gifts from the demons, could ask for protection from the gods, could be blessed or cursed by both worlds.

I was born blessed by the demons, wielding the power of a full-blown demon by the time I was ten. I was soulless, people told me. I had no heart.

No one saw me as a human. No one dared go near me. I was the Azura, hailed from the deepest circle of Hell.

Everyone feared me, blanched at the sound of my name. Mindless killers like myself who conquer without another thought, who don't remember the first person they've killed, who enjoy causing pain and feeling the metallic taste of blood in their mouth, we're born tainted.

Poison ran through our veins, chains dragging us down, sharp horns replacing pure halos.

We weren't humans with demonic powers.

We were demons with human bodies.

I was a demon in a humans body.

No one else looked at it differently.

All... Except one.

Aurora Silverblood. We were each other's lifeline. Sworn sisters. Both tainted by blood. Our hearts were black. Closed off to everyone except to each other.

Demons were not incapable of love. But I was.

I gave her my trust, my unspoken love, my everything.

And she killed me.

I did not go down alone.

Nothing made sense, nothing mattered anymore.

I was a demon who would rot along with her.

But the gods had other plans for me.

I lived again, as Ayame Emomoto, Villainess of the Romance Novel Thousand Blossom Mortem.

I was broken. Gone. A shell of who I was. Without Aurora I was a husk.

No one deserved my trust.

Aurora deserved retribution.

I will bring her down by my hands again.