Ancient time.
long ago, from the Dark Continent and Light Continent. they were Mighty Warriors who were fallen angels, who infuriated the earth and became mankind Saver, they were know as the Upper Gods. 
from the present time Dark Continent is known as Asian, Light Continent is known as Africa.
the two continent got together, Emperor Envy de Joker and Queen Saint Piye. 
war broke out between the kingdom of Divine Darkness and the kingdom of Dragon Flames.
modern time.
the story begins from the 15th generation of Envy de Joker, who is Saint de Joker who possess her ancestors powers the dark curse. the goddess of the underworld trying to find out her true identity.

A prince of the Dragon Flames falls in love with the princess of the underworld.

When King Henry's most trusted knight returns from battle, she returns with a gift. But one very different from anything Lord Immersion has recieved thus far

Blane dirk was 12 when his mom died his older sister who is 20 took him in. 10 years later he finds out his mother's murderer is starting to kill even more people he put it in his hands to stop the murderer

It's the story of what appears to be a normal Gotham city inhabitant. Through his eyes, she tells the darkness of the metropolis and the consequences that the actions of crime, which has full power in this city, can bring to people who do not have a cloak, a mask, and a generous budget to fight crime. 
Through her experiences, the mystery behind her existence and her past life will be revealed.
Her fate will cross that of the criminal Joker, in a kind of unhealthy but sincere love and it will finally be possible to know something of the non-existent past of the clown.
The Joker of the story is inspired by the Joker of the movie The Dark Knight because he is the one who struck me the most, mainly because he has no past and because he shows veiled suffering behind all that madness and chaos.

A Joker can be a disaster or a blessing. In this situation terror comes to the Justice League's doorstep. 
Harold a genius genetic scientist sought glory and fame by creating super humans under the governments resources, only to be killed and tossed aside at success. 

By a mishaps in the cosmos his soul scattered and integrated in the Joker's body after The Dark Night. 
Waking up in the Arkham Asylum Harold/Joker decides to plan an escape to become a more stronger, smarter, and fearsome Joker.

Who knows what the future holds?


First Book.

(THIS WAS THE ORIGINAL CHAPTER THREE BUT I MADE THE JUSTICE LEAGUE TOO WEAK AND REWROTE CHAPTER THREE.)
Jason walks into an ally and melts into the shadows and waits for nightfall. At midnight he leaves towards the Jokers gang. The night is a cold night as it's fall. Gotham is like always, but batman has a bad feeling. He alongside the Flash, Cyborg, Superman, and Wonder Woman are all on the lookout for Jason.
As for Jason himself, he has arrived at the secret base of the Joker and summons his full gear, and his Shadows fully emerge and charge into the building and the goons of the Joker are freaked out and start to shoot at the Soldiers. The bullets don't do a thing and they are soon cut up like tofu.
"AHHH, SHOOT, DONT STOP SHOOTING."
"Remember if you find Harley Quin capture her. I quite like the girl."
With a rage-like drive, his knights rush into battle with no hesitation and start to rip the goons apart. Some turn into shadows and rise up the building slaughtering on their way.
At the top, a certain fucked up clown is watching all this and is laughing like a manic.
"HAAH, HAHHH, I CANT STOP LAUPHING, HAHAHAHHAHA."
"What's so funny about his puddin?"
As if all that was an illusion he stops at looks at Harley.
"Don't you see, this guy is not like Bats, he is out to kill me and that's the kicker, HAHAHHHAHA."
(Justice League POV)
Superman hears the screams and the cackles of Joker. He even hears the order that Jason gives.
"I found him, he is going after Joker. It's on the former Arkham City. I'll head over there now."
He immensely flies off and the rest of the team follows. Wonder Woman flies after him, batman takes the Batwing, Flash runs there.
When they arrive they see Superman destroying the Shadows yet they come right back. Freezing them, lazers, crushing them they come right back.
"What are these things?" Flash tries to tie them up yet they nearly turn to shadows and reform.
Batman instantly thinks of something.
"Flash, you go in. You can run around them and go after Jason. He must be the source. Rember his regeneration is near limitless from what I can see. What would kill even you, might as well be a bug bite for him."
Flash nods and is about to run yet out of nowhere a giant halberd cuts off both his legs at the knees.
"AHHHHHHHHH, MY LEGS!"
They instantly help him, but the halberd came out of batman's shadow, and out of it rises Siegfried. His weapon burns and corrupts so Flashes regeneration will be way slower and might not heal.
Batman can't help, but curse at this.
'Did he know I was batman from the start? How long has his shadow been here?'
Siegfried twirls his giant halberd and looks at Diana and points his weapon at her. It's a challenge. and as Amazoness she cannot say no.
"I accept your challenge, Shadow Knight." She charges at Seigfriend and in terms of pure power she is far stronger, yet Siegfried's halberd is a deadly weapon in his masterful arms. The burning and dark properties of it make it dangerous.
She uses her sword to clash with him several times until she managed to cut off his arms and disarm him. She uses her golden Lasso and grabs him around the helmet. He is subdued, but never dead.
"SPEAK, KNIGHT, WHAT IS YOUR MASTER'S GOAL."
Asking a shadow to betray their master is like asking a newborn to read Moby Dick. It ain't going to happen.
Siegfried looks up and acts like he is about to speak. Yet, he cant speak. He head butts Wonder Woman and with his newly regrown arms grabs his Naginata and slams the blade into the ground. The same move of the dancer gives a giant circle of Dark that blast everyone in the area.
'Siegfried, return to me it's no use to fight them.'
The voice of the sovereign calls to him. A shadow he may be, yet a knight he is he bows and turns to shadows and returns to Jason's side.
Wonder Woman is livid, yet they care more about Barry's wounds. They are burning and smoldering and rotting at the same time. His metabolism heals the damage yet he just feels more pain.
Superman is enraged and he just uses his X-ray vision and he sees where a Knight In armor similar yet of higher quality is. That must be Jason. Around him is the Knight and few others that look weaker than the one Diana fought. He breaks through the building and heads right or Jason.
His back is struck with a Soul Spear from the Crystal Sage. It's not a strong injury, yet a wound on the soul is bad for anyone. He is temporarily stunned and that is all the time Jason needs. He runs on the wall and lands a massive kick on his face.
He doesn't think he can hurt him yet, but sending back is possible.

'Cathedral Knights, Crystal Sage, keep him busy. Black Knights charge through.'
His elites Black Knights and him all charge and his Lothric Knights have killed all the goons and he is told Joker and Harley are caught. He has his Knights collect cash and bring them down,
While Superman would normally have no issue fighting the Cathedral Knights the Crystal Sages sorceries have him dazed and receiving damage on the soul. He sends a huge laser attack and destroys them all.
While this is happening his Lothric Knights drag Joker by the arms and carry Harley like a sack of potatoes. She is kicking and screaming, yet Joker's face looks like a train ran into him.
He still cackles, with most of his teeth broken. Jason stops his shadows from fighting longer and they all return to his side. Most of them enter his shadow except for his Black Knights, and the team of Blue Lothric Knights dragging Joker.
Jason exists on the lower floor and has one of his Knights leave at high speed. He can escape at any time. When he exists he sees the team and after him and their look is of hate for what he did to Flash.
His Blue Knights drag Joker to the front and make him kneel. One of them draws his blade and raises his blade. The team sees this yet, Jason raises his hand, and the knight holds.
He removes his helmet and shows off his face as batman already knows who he is. He hands his helmet to his knight and starts to clap.
"Well, done in figuring out who I was in just a few hours Batman, or should I say, Bruce Wayne."
This makes Batman flinch and if he could figure out who he was from a grin and a Jason from a handshake.
"Jason, if that is your real name. Let the Joker go, and turn yourself in.

Jason Moore was a Dark Souls lover. He played them all and even played games that were even a little like it. However, two gods kill him, and in fear of their father pay him hush money with wishes.

I can't tell if this is incredibly arrogant or very obnoxious or both: Since I provided all of the articles I wrote for the Daily Planet up until 2009, my past self was bored and decided to write and direct Batman movies as Clark Kent. He thought that writing and directing the Superman movie was a little too on-the-nose, so he retained the same staff as those who worked on the movie in the original timeline.

It seems I am a shameless plagiarist at heart because I ripped off Batman Begins and The Dark Knight by completely copying those films, except for the edits made to protect Bruce Wayne's identity as Batman. I was the writer, director, and producer (shared some production credits with the people who helped on the Superman movie). I got Hans Zimmer to score it like he did on the Superman movie.

MY PLOT FOR BATMAN BEGINS: 
Bruce Wayne's name has been changed to Anthony "Tony" Stark. His parents are wealthy inventors who murdered his parents when he was a child to stop the production of their clean energy solution: the arc reactor. The group that ordered the assassination is the Court of Owls (I have a feeling they're going to be angry with me), wealthy rich socialites who are like the illumanti, they control everything that goes on in Gotham. Many members of the Court of Owls have stakes in fossil fuel companies so clean energy solutions would disrupt their financial dealings; they decided to kill the creators of the arc reactors and destroy their research.
After his parents were killed in front of him, Tony escapes at his parents' pleading for him to run. He runs until he finds a cave to hide in. He shines his flashlight looking around when he is swarmed by bats, scratching at his face and clawing at him. Tony goes into catatonic shock due to his parents' deaths, being in the dark, and being attacked by bats. Jarvis finds Tony, saying he followed his trail and they need to get out of there before someone comes looking for you - he couldn't be sure they wouldn't murder Tony, too.
Tony Stark (Bruce Wayne) was raised by the family friend Jarvis (Alfred the butler) after his parent's death. After his parent's death, Jarvis (an ex Marine) trains Tony in hand-to-hand and teaches him survival skills. Tony decides to leave the country while Jarvis investigates the nature of his parents' murders. Tony finishes his schooling in a boarding school in Europe under an assumed name. He then begins travelling and gets in some trouble and lands in a Bhatanese prison. He is recruited by a man calling himself Ducard who saw potential in Tony. He trains in a group called the League of Shadows. Tony gets gauntlets like in his Batman costume, is trained in the art of misdirection, and learned to overcome his fear of bats and use fear as a weapon (it's where he gets his idea of Batman). Tony was asked to kill a man as part of the final test, so he destroyed the base and left the man he believed to be Ra's al Ghul to die then saved Ducard, his teacher while in the League.  Note: My past self was hoping exposing Ra's al Ghul's name in a popular movie would piss him off. Cocky, I know.
After many years of leaving Botham, Tony returns to get vengeance on the Court of Owls and to purge Gotham of it's criminality and corruption. As Batman, he uses the League's lessons in stealth, intimidation, and theatricality. He invents the Batmobile, sets up operations in the cave he encountered the bats as a child, sets up his Batcomputer, and all his equipment. He goes around taking down the Court of Owls and says "You have failed this city!" - gift wrapping the socialites by hacking into their info and revealing all their crimes to the police. Meanwhile, the League decides to try to destroy Gotham because the Court of Owls was the only thing preventing the League of Shadows from doing so. The League planned to use The Scarecrow's fear toxin to the entire city, but Batman stops it in time, leaving Ra's for dead on a train that crashes.

The movie did really well. Because the Superman movie saw so much success, they were clamoring for the next big thing. 

MY PLOT FOR THE DARK KNIGHT:
I was able to get Heath Ledger to star as The Joker. The film was identical to the movie from my universe. Basically, it was a shot-for-shot reenactment. Harvey Dent's name was changed to Barry Stiles to avoid a lawsuit, along with other names. Rachel Dawes is Pepper Potts. Pepper is killed in a bomb set by The Joker and Barry's left side of his face and body is hideously disfigured by the burns, turning him into Two-Face. The movie ends with Batman persuading the commissioner to hold him responsible for the killing spree by the dead district attorney and to preserve the DA's heroic image. 

Clark Kent's The Dark Knight made over $2 billion. Heath Ledger won the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor (not posthumously because he doesn't die in the DC universe for some reason). I won the Academy Award for Best Director, Best Picture, and Best Original Screenplay.

Batman was infuriated that I would make the first movie, but he became apoplectic when The Dark Knight came out. He was more popular than ever, and even though I painstakingly made efforts to change names and facts about his life (I even put disclaimers in the movie that the background of the characters were changed with creative liberties to protect their identities - any similarities to real life people are purely coincidental), he felt that his ability to strike fear into the hearts of criminals was hampered because I've removed all the mystery from his alter ego.

The truth was that criminals were still afraid of Batman. The way he was portrayed was that his parents were murdered, his only love was killed, he has nothing to live for except for vengeance, he was trained by a group of assassins, and he has high tech inventions to blow away his enemies. So even though the mystery was tarnished, the criminals were almost more afraid now than ever. Now that they know he has no family to go after and has virtually no weaknesses to exploit, they were now less concerned with his true identity.

PAST CONVERSATION WITH BRUCE WAYNE AFTER THE DARK KNIGHT CAME OUT:
Batman slams me (in my Clark Kent form) against the wall and yells, "What the hell were you thinking by making this movie!? It threatens everything we do here!"

I smiled and said, "Are you kidding? I've made you a hero celebrated by the masses. You're no longer a myth, you're a legend. Little kids will dress like Batman now instead of just Superman."

Batman yelled, "I didn't ask for that! The point of Batman is to be in the shadows!"

I replied, "There was already news footage out there about Batman even before my movies. And it was only a matter of time before your activities were further illuminated in the media. With the explosion of smartphones, everyone has a camera. Do you really think people wouldn't capture footage of you even if you tried to blend with the shadows? Your fights often involve loud explosions and gunfire. If you haven't noticed, people tend to either run away from the explosions or towards them so they can post evidence of the big fights on social media."

"You've threatened my secret identity! There are enough clues in there to lead to me. A wealthy man being behind the suit? Someone who dated an assistant DA?!" Batman shouted.

"And who couldn't have figured out you had access to money? You drive a multi-million dollar tank. You have fancy expensive gadgets, drones, helicopters, planes, etc. So either Batman is wealthy himself or he has a wealthy backer. I changed your wealthy philanthropist parents to inventors to help lead anyone who would guess about your identity away from the trail. But now that people know your parents were murdered, the love of your life was murdered, and all of your ties were overseas, who's even going to be interested in your secret identity beyond fanatics? If anything, I've helped secure your secret identity by leading so many false trails! The speculation as to who you are was already out there on superhero forums discussing how you could afford all those gadgets! I made it out that you were the inventor and you owned patents that made you wealthy!" I replied passionately.

Batman began to calm down.

"I never asked for this. You're glorifying what we do. First, the Superman movie. And now, Batman gets TWO movies about me and my greatest adversaries for the entertainment of the masses. I can't believe you've done this." Batman said.

"Bruce." I said. "You're missing the whole point of these movies beyond helping fund the Justice League with box office proceeds and DVD rentals/sales."

"And that is?"

"I'm exposing that superheroes are real people with real lives. Now, people know that Batman isn't some vigilante because he wants to beat up criminals. They know his loving parents were murdered in front of him and his childhood and life were ruined by criminality. You've dedicated your life to fighting crime because you don't want another kid in an alleyway to watch their parents get shot in front of them after leaving the movie theater showing of The Mark of Zorro."

"How could you possibly know all that?" Batman asked.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, but trust me. Your secret's safe with me." I said.

Batman looked disgruntled.

"Just think, Bruce," I said. "The story of your life has grossed billions of dollars, will likely win Academy Awards, and be watched over and over by millions. You'll be a household name like Superman."

Batman grunts.

"So...be honest now, please?" I said.

"What?" Batman asked.

"What did you think of The Dark Knight?" I asked.

Batman looked reluctant to answer but said, "It was...adequate."

"Oh, come on! Adequate!? Stop lying! Just tell me the truth. Did you enjoy the movie? Was it better than the first?" I pestered him.

"Fine! I liked it a lot. It was a great movie! Satisfied!? Batman said.

"Very." I said smugly. "Now, what did you think of The Joker? Was he as good as the real thing?"

Batman said, "Psh. This is exactly what The Joker needs. To be seen on the big screen." He rolls his eyes. "I bet he's loving the attention."

"So was his portrayal accurate?"

"He's not as terrifying or entertaining as the Heath Ledger portrayal which will definitely piss off The Joker. Are you prepared to be targeted by him in revenge?" Batman said.

"If the League of Assassins hasn't got me yet for how they were portrayed in Batman Begins, then The Joker isn't going to get me for The Dark Knight." I responded.

Batman said, "Be careful, Clark. You're swimming in dangerous waters."

"I knew that when I signed up for this." I said.

I transmigrated into the body of a teenage Clark Kent in the Smallville universe. What will I do differently?

It was an odd arrangement. Julius Ginellevé sat beside the Queen of Clovers, the woman fidgeted as she inched to her King's side. Not strange that she was uncomfortable with the man's presence. The Joker had insisted on this arrangement, that there were three people on the right: The King and Queen of Hearts with the Prime Minister. And for Ginellevé to occupy the seat that was left by the Delegate of Clovers.
Three on each side and somebody in the forefront of it all.
It was probably some kind of hilarious joke to them.
The Knight didn't exactly squirm in his seat—what good would it be to be able to down enemies and tremble at seating a dinner table? Something like this wasn't enough to startle him at all. But he was afraid that the others might take it the wrong way, and perhaps they truly did.
Blyke Edelweiss was both affronted and terrified that the man sitting across from him was the Knight of the Queen of Hearts. When would the occasion rise that the Joker would ask a mere servant to sit and dine with them…? He sliced his carrots and lettuce, putting it to his lips and chewed quietly.
Although he thought of something like that, it didn't change the fact that he appreciated and honoured the King of Hearts—regardless of their own actual background.
Clear as a bell, the silence rang within the room if not for the furious accompaniment that played in the background. Without the usually genial Delegate of Clovers, even the Prime Minister was disinclined to say a word and the Joker himself seemed to enjoy the silence that surrounded the Royal Dining Hall.
"My, my—you have good table manners, Knight Ginellevé." The Joker suddenly pointed out. The man once again picked up his wine glass—they never touched the meal prepared for them, but not one of them was willing to point that out. "Do you not all agree with me?"
"Hmm…it seems to be the case indeed." Ivan Nordskov glanced briefly at the Knight's plate and nodded. He said nothing else and returned to his own meal.
Alexander Hartsmichdt raised a brow, "Yes, is something like this taught to all of the Knights in the Lockhart House?"
Rosalyn Lockhart did not know what motive the Joker had for such comments—what benefit did he have for pointing this out? Mere amusement. There was a tinkle in the man's eyes, a mischievous glint that beckoned others to speak. She glanced at her left, the King of Hearts' question and nodded slightly. "I suppose you could say something like that."
"What exactly does cutlery have to do with Knighthood?" The Joker asked.
His way of asking and the way he looked at her—it was the same manner to when she was but a child. The Traveller that had all the right questions, waiting for an answer from his spectators gathered to listen to him, but in the end, he would have his own response to such a question and say it words and prose that were more lyrical than hers.
The Queen of Hearts narrowed her eyes slightly, slicing the sauteed fish in her plate. "Is it because they both use sharp objects?"
Rosswall blinked and cracked a grin. He chuckled and sipped his wine before placing it down, "I was expecting a more mature answer, Your Majesty. A Knight is an elite force in Noble Houses, the Castle of Hearts has its barracks—a garrison to defend itself and so does each Noble Household. Knights are prized in the Noble Houses—does not Lord Duke have his own banner under him?"
"That still doesn't explicitly answer your question, Joker." She pointed out with a frown.
"The Castle has a multitude of Soldiers, perhaps not all stationed in the Castle—I did pass a garrison before heading here, but while Soldiers are one but many, Knights are the elite and well-respected in the Kingdom of Hearts. It makes sense that some Noble Houses invest in the education and knowledge of their Knights."
"Not only a meatshield." A soft mutter came from the King of Hearts.
Rosalyn Lockhart scrunched up her face—the mere terminology made her balk. She glanced back at her Knight, Julius Ginellevé who also ate his meal quietly. To think of her Knight as simply some 'meat' to act as her 'shield', it only frustrated her. And yet she didn't say a word about it and nodded, "Yes. I suppose that is one way to look at it."
"But that's enough talk about the military might of the Hearts—I believe that the Clover Kingdom has their own strategy in terms of battles and wars." The Joker glanced at the King of Clovers. A smile present on their face, "Strictly not talking about those unsurvivable battles in the past where your Luck has saved your Kingdom. Actual tactics if you will, Your Majesty of Clovers. It has been quite some time since I've met with the Royals there. Your great-great-great grandfather was a good but foolish man."
Rosalyn Lockhart blinked at the Joker's words.
His presence was unheard of in the recent past, there was no mention of it to her when she was a child. She had hardly heard of it but now they truly seemed to be taking part in a more active discussion. Albeit the conversation about war made her spine tingle—talking about Knights was general information but the tactics of Clover Kingdom? That was perhaps too much.
Especially with the jab given by the speaker.
And she didn't even mention the fact that this Joker mentioned meeting His Majesty of Clover's ancestor. That enough was too much information on the dinner table. If he was that old—how old was the Time man? Time-less? 
She didn't exactly smile at her own bad sense of humor.
If anything, she wished to hang her head—somewhat distracted by such a number. 
Ivan Nordksov's face twitched slightly, "Luck does play a grand way into our battles—an enigmatic component that perhaps can't be explained but has always been there, regardless of circumstances in the past centuries. But please remember that we often take a neutral position during recent wars."
"Ah, yes neutrality." The Joker traced his fingers around his wine glass. "What a beautiful term, I would say that silently supporting one Kingdom isn't neutrality, but our terms and definitions might not be the same." He chuckled and glanced at the people at the table. "Am I the only one who remembers this? Yes...no? Ah, how much time flies. Perhaps dusting an old history book will do everyone here some good."
The Queen of Hearts clicked her tongue, as useful this information might be—
"I don't think this is a matter to be discussed during dinner, Joker." The Queen of Clovers spoke up. She had placed her fork and knife down, glaring slightly at the Joker. Her vexation was apparent in her tone. She breathed through her nose and let out an audible sigh, "Isn't this supposed to be a conversation for lighthearted subjects? One's stomach will ache if you eat while speaking of such things."
Was this her method of speaking up for her Kingdom?
The Joker's lips quirked and he picked up his wine glass, "That is the very reason why I'm not eating at all, Your Majesty of Clovers. What an insightful thing to say."
It really didn't make sense—the two were unrelated.
But it didn't matter to the Joker.
After taking a sip, the man dabbed his lips with a napkin. "If all of you do not wish to discuss war and also refuse to speak while dining—I am worried about this current generation. Quite peculiar. Maybe I am doing something right?" A thoughtful look appeared on his face until it vanished. "May I ask if Her Majesty of Hearts had recovered from her so-and-so illness for the past days?"
"Yes." Rosalyn Lockhart frowned and eyed the speaker with a look. Should she be upset at him or at the man on her left that gave the excuses? The Queen of Hearts had used that excuse on far too many occasions. "I've needed some time for myself, thank you for graciously staying here until my arrival, Joker. I am not exactly sure what has inspired you to stay here for such a great amount of time. The Gathering of the Suits had already ended, did it not?"
It was a risky thing to say, but alas, she could not hold her tongue.
And the Joker did seem to appreciate people with a canny way of words—it only made sense to point out something obvious. There was no harm in asking questions, the underlying tone might have been a tad offensive, but someone like them didn't even blink.
He chortled. 
"Ah, were you asking me to leave already?" Mister Rosswall's eyes gleamed and he folded his hands together, resting his chin atop of it. His elbows were on the table, bad manners at its worst. "You haven't even given me my box of tarts if you can recall, Your Majesty. How could I possibly leave without that?"
The Queen of Hearts blinked.
She had recalled promising Delegate Dimitri a box of tarts for his curiousness to eat the best ones—but this man also ended up asking for it, didn't he? And that was the sole reason why he hadn't left? Rosalyn Lockhart didn't remember the man being this… petty? Childish? She sought more appropriate words and found herself shaking her head. "Very well then, Joker. Tarts it is."
"You haven't given anything to the King of Spades when he left, did you?" The man grinned.
Rosalyn Lockhart paused.
Due to the time constraints, she hadn't exactly given them a parting gift. Especially with the trial that happened, she had completely forgotten about it and the King of Spades didn't even bring it up. Unlike a certain somebody.
 "This will certainly be something I can brag about then when he returns."
Wait.
"You're not leaving yet, Joker?" The Queen of Hearts blinked. She did away with less straightforward remarks in lieu of getting answers.
He smiled, "I didn't exactly say when I'll leave, did I?"


Rosalyn Lockhart was betrayed. The King of Hearts exiled his Queen. Her most trusted Knight killed her. And the only reason for this—it was that Alice! She could not believe it, even when her own very head got cut off. When Time offers her a chance to go back to the past, she'll ensure that this time it'll be off with their heads! But will she truly succeed?

Fall down the rabbit hole and find out.

--

Blood spilt on the earth, staining it a lovely shade of crimson.

It was her favourite colour.

Except the blood that stained the ground was hers.

“Do not worry, Your Majesty. This blade shall smoothly cleave your head off—you won’t feel anything.” His lips curled into a smile before she was gone.

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