Devils Gift (361 words)

1st January, year 248 of the third epoch.

It has been exactly nine years since I started my new live as a Serathia Wingsfield in the Wingsfield family.

My two little sisters still abuse the fact that they are twins to mess with the servants in the manor and lately also attempted to pull some pranks on me.

Only yesterday they hide one of dads beloved books in my room, knowing fully well that dad never allowed anyone to read them without his permission.

When dad found out, he just told me to ask him next time when I borrow one of his books.

One of the things my two sisters don't know is that I have full access to all books in the manor even dad's private collection.

Anyway, today I tried making some sweet snacks in the kitchen, but they weren't as great as I remember, most likely because I'm a shitty cook, but the chefs still praised me for once again "inventing" new recipes.

End of diary entry.

´Well, that should be enough to make it look real. ´I think and close the leather-bound book after cleaning up the ink and pencil.

Writing this decoy diary is something I came up with to divert the attention of father and mother from what I do through the days when not in the manor.

From the perspective of an outsider the Wingsfield noble family seems to be a nice and lovely bunch even if a bit reclusive, but the just count it to us being nobles and all.

But sadly, this isn't even close to reality.

Samuel and Freya Wingsfield are mix up between mad scientist and cultist, conducting horrific experiments and rituals in the basement and in other hidden locations.

I found this out on the first day of my reincarnation, my parents weren't to expecting a barely one week old baby to understand what it was seeing when they brough me with them into the basement.

That day I also got unintentionally briefed about the whole plan concerning me and most likely also my siblings.

They want to inject us with a concoction they lovely named, Devils Gift.