Sebastian Leodegrance was fated to bring about the world's end, his path irrevocably marked by the three scars etched across his left eye as proof of his unholy contract with Ardalas, the Evil God.

His insatiable thirst for power would have been enough to conquer all, even without the infernal blessing, but now not even the divine intervention of the Goddess could thwart his ambitions.

With purposeful strides, he marched toward Cassiopeia to claim the hand of the renowned Princess Ava Cassia, a woman whose veins coursed with the blood of greatness. But as he drew closer, he discovered that the Princess had been exchanged with her Lady in Waiting.

"Yes. I am the replacement. You have been fooled!"

***

"From now on, Isla, call me Elder Sister."

The person in front of her was the brightest constellation in the world. Ava Cassia... the Princess who was even prettier than the Nereids. But it was like looking in the mirror.

She looked exactly like her.

"Maybe the Goddess sent you to me so we can become Sisters. How about it, my dear Isla? Would you call me Sister?"

Her most cherished treasure; her Elder Sister, Ava.

"I'm sorry, Sister... this is the only way."

"You must replace me. Because if I bear his child... this world would perish..."

The Tyrant's Replacement Bride

In the vast palace hall, the anguished wails of a young 13-year-old girl echoed, piercing the somber silence. 


Tears streamed down her face, their salty trails tracing the depths of her grief. A veil of sorrow draped the air, heavy and suffocating, as the weight of an irreplaceable loss bore down upon her tender soul. 


The haunting cries of lamentation reverberated, carrying the weight of shattered dreams and stolen innocence. 


In the absence of words, her anguished cries spoke volumes, a testament to the tragic fate that befell her beloved betrothed, snuffed out by the sinister enchantments of a dark mage. 


The last Apostle of the Goddess and the youngest son of the Holy Emperor was only seventeen when he died. 


It was the first and last time Isla witnessed her sister groveling on the floor, her arms reaching forward to the empty casket. 


Magnus Gold Edenborn