Who Owns The Crown?

"Die! Die! Die!" I yelled as I was holding his neck, struggling with him. I can feel the cold running down to my spine as I keep the pressure hard on his neck and as I saw how he struggled while doing his best to fight back to me. 

Oh dear, this is the sexiest expression on his face that I had ever seen to him. How I love to hear his pleading voice. This really made me feel alive whenever I heard their cries, pleading for their life and asking for mercy. 

When I cannot feel his breaths anymore, I get my knife that was on the floor beside me and stab him. 

This feeling, the unexplainable thrilling feeling that I always feel whenever I am implying pain to people. 

The adrenaline that I am feeling and the excitement, oh how lovely these feelings are. It is really making me alive. 

I do not know when I started killing, but what I remember is that everyone is avoiding me and calling me a 'Monster'. My own parents are even denying me as their daughter. 

No one will know and no one will ever be going to notice that I have been killing those trash. I killed Lian because how dare him cheated on me! I have been a particularly good girl to him, I did my best not to harm him even though he was always on my nerve. 

All the people that I killed, all of them have wronged into me. If God will not punish them for their wrongful acts towards me then, I shall be the one who will punish them. 

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My head, why does it hurt like this! Why does my breath feel weaker? I try to lift my hand and my body, but I cannot. It will not move! 

Damn! What happened to me? How did I become like this? 

All I remember is that I am on my way home. 

I am slowly opening my eyes, so that I can fully adjust to the brightness of my surroundings. 

My jaw dropped as I saw the place where I was in. I roamed my gaze as I tried to familiarize myself with the place; however, I failed. 

Where am I? Whose room is this? Why am I here? 

I get all my strength to sit on the bed and get off to the bed. Even my body was so weak that whenever I stepped on my feet, I could feel the trembling of my knee. 

When my gaze went to the vanity mirror, I saw someone with pale skin standing on the same spot where I was standing. 

Who is this woman? She has pale skin, her eyes are beautiful as the sunset, it was a deep beautiful orange color. She had exceptionally long burgundy straight hair. 

I do not know if she was pale because her skin was too flawless and fair to be distinguished from. 

And as I look at the woman I am seeing, the heavy I get. She had the empty eyes that I had too, no matter how beautiful it is it never had any emotions to display with. 

Does she suffer a great amount of pain to have eyes like this? 

When I tried to lift my hand to reach the woman's face in the mirror I was taken back when her hand moved too. 

Oh my! Is this my reflection! Is this me? 

I was trembling in fear, a fear that I will not accept even if someone tells me that it is true! 

I have fallen on the floor as I am shaking, now, this cannot be happening. 

Whose body is this! Who am I! Where am I! No! No! No! 

I cannot be dead! 

There are so many things that I need to do so I cannot die! 

No, no, I need to calm down, being like this will not help me answer everything. 

First thing first, I need to find information on whose body I am using and where I am second a way to go back to my world. Yes, I need to go back as I have so much unfinished business with those scumbags. 

I stood up and fixed myself, after that I opened the door of the room. 

There was no one on the door so I took a step to wander around. 

It is an incredibly old style of architecture and yet it still has an exceptionally beautiful design, it may look plain and boring as it was all colored as a dark color of orange. 

It does give a calm vibe, the paintings of nudes, a dying flower, and trees. Does this woman have a lonely world that she cannot even have any sympathy for? 

All the paintings, they all represent a single death. 

This place, calling it a huge manor, will not be fit, it would be a palace, it may sound exaggerated, but it is. 

I stopped walking when I was on the main staircase, because I saw the big portrait of this woman, she was wearing a deep red dress with a tiara on her head and a deep ruby jewelry on her body. 

Her composure is great, but those empty eyes and stare were the things ruining the magnificent portrait of her. 

Yes, I admit that her beauty will not suffice for me or anyone in my world. 

However, her eyes were telling a thousand stories about the pain and agonizing she had experienced. 

I narrowed my eyes as I spotted a carving on the frame, it was a name, it was her name. 

'Princess Madeleine Ceres Habsburg' 

She was named Princess Madeleine; it is very suited to her. 

I jumped back when I heard someone clearing his throat, "Your Highness, wandering around wearing your nightgown, is not appropriate for a lady like you" he strictly said. 

Who is this? Popping out of nowhere? 

I stare at him from foot to head, a very masculine body, silver hair, pinkish lips and pointy nose, deep oceanic eyes, and very fair skin. 

Who is he? And why does he address me formally? 

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