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!

It was midnight, and Mariella was in the kitchen, making herself some tea. Now that Clara was gone, she could finally have the Lady Savior all to herself.

Was it a little morally questionable to see Clara's absence as an opportunity? Maybe.

Did Mariella care? Not particularly.

"Opportunity is opportunity," she reasoned, stirring her tea with the slow, deliberate grace of someone who totally wasn't scheming.

Then, the faint creak of the door caught her attention. Someone had stepped outside. She didn't even need to check - she knew who it was.

The night air was crisp, the breeze carrying a chill that sent shivers down her spine. Wrapping her arms around herself, she followed.

Serafine gasped, whipping around dramatically like a caught criminal. "M-Mariella?!"

Midnight Embrace (NSFW)