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She had done many cruel deeds in her life. But she has also done these for the sake of her nation. So... does her head deserve to land on the executioner's table? Mirabelle Estella Cissy von Castano was labeled as "The Evil Queen," before she was twenty years old. But she was just a foolish youngster trying to save her country. After her death, she starts to regret everything she has ever done. Now? She has been reborn. Hell has given her another chance. Now that she is facing her past self again- she says: "What Evil Queen?" Tch. She rips it and yells: "As far as I know- I am done- whoever wants the role of the Evil Queen can have it!" All she is looking forward to is to find her Peace! Revenge? Haha... she'd rather run away! Be Kind and forgiving... oh hell no. "You stay over there- and I stay over here!" Be involved? No- she's the star behind the backstage. Be the Hero to save the Kingdom- She has done enough in her past life! Be the Villain? She'd rather go on vacation!!! Follow Mirabelle as she tries her best to get out of her sequential monochromatic past. But why do things get in her way? And why do people start clinging into her knees now that she willing to give up? *** But suddenly a mysterious masked man comes in her life, asking her for help: "Help me, and I shall give you fifty percent of my profit," he says. "Profit, you say?" Mirabelle looks at him. Tch. "The only way you profit me is to keep your damn face away from me..." And YOU ARE WHATSOEVER NOT BRINGING ME DOWN!! I want my vacation! He evilly smirked.

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Into the Abyss of memories

I saw the reflection of my face on a large pane of transparent glass. I was locked inside a cube. A cube made of glass? After the cube was a wallpaper of ink.

I stared dully into the reflection. In my crimson pink eyes, there was no sign of hope or life. My glossy dark hair was shriveled up into a mess. My face had gone pale. Under my eyes were dark black circles. I looked like a doll. A lifeless doll that was dipped into a solution of darkness.

Soon the glass at the roof started breaking and shattering. Soon everything started shattering. And soon I started falling, into a bottomless pit. The glass shards following right after me.

Is this hell? This is different from my imagination. I was expecting tall mountains with slaves chained. Was I going to fall in it forever?

A deep cold voice then called for me in the darkness as I kept falling. I felt adrenaline rush down my veins.

"Do you regret everything?" it asked me. I started laughing. Regret? I continued laughing. A cruel laugh. Hoarse. And sounded dark, filled with envy and hate. I really have became a Psychopath. Only someone like me would laugh like this.

"...so this is what it feels like when you repent? huh?" I whisper, feeling something rip under my chest. My laughter stopped.

"Your choice," The voice says and disappears. Regret? I closed my eyes. If the Devil says so. If. If only I had that choice.

***

"Morning Madam," someone called out. It was unbearably cold, but different from the cold voice I have heard from the Devil. It must be a dream.

"Madam, wake up," someone called out again. This time it sounded agitated and frustrated. But- where have I heard this before?

"Madam, you have to wake up, your breakfast is ready~ the maids are waiting outside for your morning preparation!" the same voice said angrily. Suddenly I fell someone slap me. I quickly jolt up in anger.

My eyelids quickly open as I let in a dazzling amount of bright light blind me. "Ugh! What the hell!" I yell back in anger.

"Madam, you have finally woken up two minutes late~ now you have to begin your morning routine," a figure came forward between the blinding light; I paused. What? Am I hallucinating? Is this the same person in front of me?