Celipse

After Amihan, politician by day and otaku by night, died from a political assassination, she got transmigrated as the saintess in another world. But she always felt like a fraud. Why? If she was the chosen one, why did she feel so rotten inside? 

Also, wasn't she atheist?

However, her years of forced piety and suppressed desires ended in spectacular failure - her decapitation.

Three days later, she woke to the sight of a worshiper bowing low. “Welcome back, O Sun Who Burns The World,” they said.

'Wait. What? I'm not the Saintess? I was this all along?'

Furious at the wasted years of celibacy, moral dilemmas, and suffocating oaths, Serafine made a vow: no more pretending. No more rules. The world? Hers to ruin. The people? Playthings. 

But wait. It was harder than she thought because...

How in the name of the Goddess Aurelia was she supposed to have her debut when she was surrounded by a bunch of suspicious and crazy beautiful women who wants to hunt her down?!

This was no different from her previous world!

I Am The Villainess Who Will Tame Every Yandere Heroine!

The morning unfurled in deceptive serenity. The sun cast golden ribbons through the open windows, dappling the wooden floors in a warm glow.

Birds trilled their cheerful songs outside, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of fresh earth and morning dew.

Serafine, in all her self-indulgent glory, reclined at the dining table, lazily stretching her arms above her head.

The warmth of the morning paired beautifully with the devoted attention of her two disciples - Clara and Mariella - who stood on either side of her, each vying for a moment of her favor.

Clara had taken the liberty of preparing tea, carefully pouring it into an ornate porcelain cup. "Lady Savior, I made this just for you," she declared, her eyes shining with an earnest eagerness. The scent of chamomile and honey wafted up, delicate and soothing.

Love Is War