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

 Long, straight silver hair brushed over her dainty shoulders. Pale skin with a smooth face, dead and sporadic overwhelming her face. 


 Those sultry, slanted eye shape unfitting for the dead yet deep ocean-blue irises contrasting the silver of her hair, the almost perfect jawline, and chapped lips that remained unmoving. She was the exact replica. 


 Medusa looked half-breath, her emotion betraying the expression penned over her countenance, and for a second, her lips tugged into a lengthy mischievous smirk that didn't quite reach her eyes. 


 In an instant, she picked up her pace, her feet declining the ground by an unseen force lifting her body to the air, before something that resembled fragments, defected from her, so fast and without warning, disseminating into the wall. 


Chapter 80- The void