The Mask Of A Siren

An orb of silver blue sparkled excitedly before settling on to the forehead of a dying sixteen-year-old girl. The dying child had pale skin and blackened blood dripping down her chin. She had black hair laced with dirt and sweat, whip marks, and burn marks on her thin legs and arms, and a thin thread of life still remaining. She struggled to breathe and suddenly coughed out more blood. The bed she was on was already soaked in blood.

Alas, her eyes finally shut and her hand gently fell as she passed on to the Afterlife. The orb pulsed and glowed impatiently and buried itself inside. A sheer blue aura surrounded the body before disappearing. Her eyes suddenly snapped open. A cold smile adorned her face. Her eyes flashed silver-purple.

Oh, so even the god of death didn't want her to pass his gates. Did he dislike 'mixed evil' like her? How rude and here she thought he was the same. She had prepared to meet him. Oh well, she touched her face and hummed, this body is indeed convenient.

A rush of memories of the former occupant flooded her head. A smirk crawled up her face. The wise always said that life always cycles in an everlasting circle. It wasn't a surprise that she circled back around another time for another chance in another life. It would harmful for the Sisters of Fate if they were to accept such a willful and unwilling soul. It would be a pity even if they did.

They must have not much time to play. However, she did. The former soul was 'normal' thus shamed as useless. She was born in a high-class general manor yet, in the end, was killed by a mere servant sent by her father's concubine. It is a pity to say that it is always the higher-class females who harbored blacked hearts so a child like her wouldn't live all that long. The poor child had lived in constant fear and always surrounded by mockery. In a place having wizardry powers were strongly important so a normal being had no chance to survive in a harsh society like this. 'Normals' would usually be marked as slaves but her high birth title spared her. Still, surrounded by people eagerly waiting for her to die isn't all that different from being a caged slave. Set up by petty tricks and petty mind would be a challenge to a clueless child but this will be mere child play for a bloodthirsty siren.

"Your name is quite nice. Red (Hong) as in blood and everchanging like the moon(Yue). I shall take your name as the price for my gift to you. Your gift won't be just a simple revenge. It's a pity your time didn't last long so I'll take your place, Hongyue."