(Thousands of years ago) Silvra, the goddess of the elemental magics summoned the seven Altors. Seven magical stones along with seven creatures appeared in the Orphiel Shrine, each standing in each circle. Bright, radiant, glowing seven different colors of light appeared, blasting towards the sky. Under the millions of stars cast in the vastness of the night, the goddess created the destined princess to prevent the abuse of power and balance to her world. Only one child will be born under the rarest moon to appear every 50 years- will be the chosen, boring marks of the fate they hold. Fearing the god beasts will invade her children, she commands the Altors to stay in the land. The seven creatures then transformed in their physical manifestations and scattered in the world. The magical stones disperse in the seven stone walls in the shrine. ... Seira Lacresia is a normal woman at least for her, trying to live as peacefully as possible and protect the only family she had left in the small town outside the capital of the Adeosian Kingdom. But an accusation will bring her life upside down, forcing her to confront the place where her nightmares and pain lies. Kyrian Azrael is the crowned prince of the Adeosian Kingdom. A dangerous, painstakingly vigilant, cold, calculating, unforgiving, and ruthless man and known as the Prince of Death. Opposite to the tradition of his kingdom, he didn't want to meet the destined princess. For him, the power that the destined princesses hold is the one who induced greed in people and swore to kill the chosen woman for the throne. What will happen if the past that she tried so hard to forget invade her present? How can she protect herself from breaking even more when her fate is already tangled to a person that has a great connection to her past and future? In the battle of principles, will love be enough to change the written predestination of the sky or chaos will fall upon them?
(17 Years ago)
The mansion with muted and earthy colors stands out proudly in a large vast field. Multi hue schemes that celebrated the structure, such as turned porch spindles and fish-scale shingles under the eaves form a harmonious combination. The bright moonlight cast in the endless sky traveled through the night, illuminating the beautifully constructed mansion. An unwelcoming creaking sound of the open door to the wide hall resonates to the deafening silence. Upon the walls were the photographs of a family, so obviously full of love. The floor was an exquisite parquet floor and the walls were flaxen gold meeting a bold black baseboard. Under the moon-shine, a hushed conversation can be heard.
Inside the mansion, a woman wearing a red gown as dark as the color of her lips that was pressed in a thinned line glanced down at the woman, kneeling before her. "Indulge me with your vision Seer"
A 125 years old woman with a face and body of a young noble lady smirked, her violet satin fabric that was neatly ironed was messily creased. Ancient writings and symbols were tattooed on the arms of the woman.
"What would I gain for revealing my foresight to you Milady?" The Seer replied cunningly.
A sickening laugh erupts from the woman.
"I will grant you the blood of a young maiden with a royal blood, the one thing you really wanted"
Hunger filled the Seer's eyes. Her heart began to race for the anticipation of drinking royal blood to make her, even more, younger for many years.
The Seer's eyes suddenly glow into a dark violet, masking the once black iris the Seer has.
"The chosen kismet bore the mark of life and destruction. Everyone will bow down on her feet, kissed the ground she will walk into, her name will be heard across the sky and land"
The woman frowned "Who is she?"
"The Holder of Triquetra Celts" the Seer blinked several times as she resumed to her normal self.
Shocked laced the woman's face. Her light brown eyes widened upon hearing the Seer. It should be her older daughter and not that child.
"ARGHHH!" the woman threw the glass of wine she is holding to the solid wall of the hall. The clear ringing sound of the smashed glass rent the room for a few seconds.
"Why does it have to be her?!" shouted the woman.
The Seer watched silently, her eyes followed how the woman slightly yank her hair, stumble, and then smiled wickedly. She understood the dilemma of the woman. The child that was born with the triquetra celts was her youngest daughter. She knew that the child was different the moment she laid her eyes on the little girl. But the day when she received a sudden vision, everything became clear. The child was the chosen.
"What if I dispose of her? Will the prophecy change?" the woman suddenly asked, reflecting on the chances of altering the augury.
"You will dispose of your own daughter?"
The woman took a deep breath, stood haughtily again, and stared at the Seer. Her eyes were full of glint and cruelty in them. She shudders upon witnessing the viciousness of the woman.
"Yes, she will understand me because I'm her mother and this is for the goodness of the people. You need to help me...... on killing her" the woman said nonchalantly as if she was not talking about her child "And you have no right to refuse"
The Seer rolled her eyes "I have no problem on killing her with my own two hands because she was not even my child"
Clattering sounds of the heels of two women leaving echoed through the empty and darkroom. They walked to the path that leads to the small basement of the mansion. Gleam lights of candles on the wall offer a sufficient amount of light for the women. The once warm hallway became rather chilly once the two got nearer on the lower ground floor. But it didn't make the perpetrators falter. They casually stroll, following the series of stairs.
The prolonged growth of mold in the space gives a musty odor, rotten egg smell in the basement along the foul stench of urine and excrement. A little girl wearing a royal blue dress was chained inside the cellar. Her hair as white as the snow scattered all over her face. Stained blood almost covered her barefoot that barely touched the cold concrete floor.
The woman covered her nose with the soft thick kerchief that she was carrying the whole time. She gave the Seer a knowing look before scoffing at how slow the Seer opened the rusty cell.
"You should've asked someone to assist us so that I am not holding this filthy metal with my bare hands right now" the Seer demanded.
"Stop complaining can you? Just open the damned cell"
The tinkling sound of the key to the metal cell wakes up the child. Her bright amber eyes welled up in tears at the sight of her mother.
"Mother! I'm sorry please, I will not do it again. I will not go outside without your permission just please let me out" she cried out.
"Shhh everything will be okay. I will let you out but I want you to do something for me" The woman leveled to the child. She stroked the beautiful hair of the child that she despised so much.
The little girl sniffed "Okay"
A wicked smile appeared on both women's lips. The Seer pulled the dagger secretly that was hidden in the sleeve of her dress. It is a customized short stabbing knife made by the dark mage she knew for her. She put a spell on the dagger that will inflict excruciating pain to anyone who will be stabbed while cursed on someone who will be lucky to escape her dagger. It is a win-win strategy for her.
"I want to close your eyes and open it until I say so, do you understand?"
The innocent child nodded but before she closed her eyes, she caught sight of the dagger the woman behind the cellar door was holding in her back.
"I love you" is the last word the child heard before someone stabbed her in the chest.
......
The Adeosian Castle; permanently garrisoned stronghold gleaming in the moonlight with high walls and towers that seemed to be kissing the sky, built of stones of varying sizes and shapes, each being the only one of its kind that nobody would think anything of were they loose by the roadside. Every single jewel in the castle shimmered and shined under the radiant moonlight; the kingdom's flag with gold embroidered symbol of a golden lion on the left and an eagle on the right with a shield in the middle that is defending the central point; flower wreath in the bottom, and a royal crown in the top, swaying as the wind blows.
Inside the castle, in the King's Tower is a man with sinful beauty; with Jet black hair- the deepest, darkest shade of black resembling the vastness of the dark night was standing in the room. His X-crossed shaped earrings sways as the wind blows swiftly from the opened window inside the room. The rays of the moonlight glistened his inscrutable perfectly structured face as if it giving the man a followspot in the room holding the powerful and supreme position in the kingdom. His mesmeric electric blue eyes were fixated on the red and gold oversized, bejeweled chair inside the palatial room.
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!