Ace_zza

Medusa is a young lady who suffers from blemishes in her past and reincarnates into another body for vengeance against the kind that murdered her and her family.

 A body with two souls. One of vengeance and the other void of emotions; the master and the servant. Her mission leads her to the kingdom of Dragsholm, the beginning of an end, upon its castle shackled as a captive.

 She didn't only discover the secrecy buried within her past, her encounter with the demon became another nightmare, impossible to eschew.

 Is she the pushinent or the punisher? The cure or its poison? Would prophecy play its course or would it be damned?



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“Ethereal love,

a myth whispered by fools.”

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Shackles Of The Past

 Medusa glanced at the dark-haired servant who watched the guards drag the man away, wearing the exact filtered expression of curiosity as the others, without any sign of indifference. 


 No flicker of recognition, no hint of guilt or anxiety, just a calm and detached interest in the unfolding scene. 


 With keen sight, she studied her, scouring any sign of involvement to the knowledge, but her eyes remained steady and unwavering as she followed the guard’s progress across the courtyard. 


 Nothing amiss. Nothing distinct. She looked normal. The decency of her expression was what earned Medusa’s bewilderment. 


 The clamor of voices stretched out across the courtyard, tasks halting at the unexpected scene unfolding before their eyes. 


Chapter 70- Unveil the skin