Integrity of a Villainess

On the night the meteor rain marched down the sky like an endless parade, Vera made a wish upon a shooting star.

"If only you would just disappear!"

When the person who was the complete opposite of her approached her and whispered something to her, Vera felt her body wash up in heat and wished the person in front of her to just disappear.

When the stars have fallen and the wine have spilled, both Vera and the woman fell off from the second-floor balcony, except as it turns out, the woman who fell with her was the falling star descending from the sky, while she was the spoiled wine, unwanted on the marble balcony floor.

Her personal knight, who had pledged an oath of loyalty to Vera, rushed to save Diana over her.

The person whom Vera loved all her life, called out another woman's name: "Diana- Save her immediately!"

Both the servants, the knights and the audience flocked around to save the saint named Diana as if she was a fragile glass ready to shatter anytime while Vera lied on the marble floor, like a single deep gem, ignored and unconcerned.

Crimson blood bloomed from Vera's red hair like a red spider lily flower, and as alike the flower held toxins as Vera's reputation, people stayed away from the taboo named Vera, leaving the metaphorical flower to bloom in her impending death.

When Vera woke up, she was neither at the sparkling dancehall, nor was she in her luxurious bedroom, but at an equally cold prison cell, dirty and dark, unalike to any of the places she'd ever frequent.

Dried blood palated her forehead to the side of her face and needless to say, her wounds were left untreated.

Her handmaiden stood behind the metal bars, lighting the damp chamber with a dim lamp at her arrival.

"My lady, I couldn't stay away any longer. How are you holding up?"

Vera smirked, "Imprisonment suits me as much as a crown of thorns suits villains."

As her handmaiden informed of her impending execution, Vera's sarcastic smile turns even colder. Under the moonlight, she resembled a shattered mirror, each fragment reflecting the crimson of her appearance and her madness, sharp enough to kill a person.

This villainess spoke bitterly,

"Pay with my life? I will never change. Even if what I am makes me a villain and a madwoman, I will not change. If I was to go back in time, I would still hate that woman from the marrow of my bones, and wish for her death and disappearance. I will never regret what I've done nor will I regret what I became. I would rather be condemned for what I am than regret my very own being."

She was selfish, arrogant, demanding and cruel.

If I don't love myself, then who will?

On the day of the execution, everyone expected Vera to clench her teeth in regret and die a death of misery as she got what she deserved, worthy of villainess.

But against popular beliefs, Vera retained her arrogance throughout the whole execution, and her cold and inky expression was like a bucket of ice water dunken on the whole crowd, clapping their delusions out of reality.

She walked onto the platform with a fiery elegance, and Vera, on her last moments on the guillotine, smiled through her red cracked lips.

If I could turn back time, I would not only hate that protagonist of a woman- Diana, but everyone. I'll hate every single one of you.