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

On a chilly morning, with winter lurking just beyond the horizon, a luxurious room within the expansive castle beckoned with an air of opulence and grandeur. 


The polished marble floors, cool to the touch, cradled the footsteps of those who ventured within, a symphony of echoes that spoke of timeless elegance. Yes, the people were awake, and this was the morning after. 


Sunlight filtered through heavy drapes, casting a soft, golden glow upon the room as if it were nature's way of paying homage to the riches within. 


The sumptuous furnishings, upholstered in velvets and silks of deep, rich hues, offered respite from the cold, inviting guests to sink into their plush depths. 


A massive four-poster bed, its canopies billowing like clouds of opulence, stood as the centerpiece, a throne of comfort fit for royalty. And she felt him breathing slowly in her arms, resting his head on her shoulder. 


Last Night Was Fun