ʳᵉᵐᵃʳʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵉᵐᵖʳᵉˢˢ 𝚡 ʸ/ⁿ 𝚡 ᵏᵒˢᵃⁱʳ
𝚃𝚆:
•rashta
•sovieshu
•major character death
•vulgar language
•unhinged behavior
•Slow burn?
•If you're looking for a forgiving mentally stable nice and kind y/n then don't even try to read this, please, thank yo...
All the maids and people who roam around at dusk should be in their rooms getting prepared for bed. Some lookouts were most likely dozing off while on duty.
I put on a long coat and pull up the hood then shuffle out of my room with a huge bottle of alcohol in one hand and the lighter in the other, I'd occasionally flick it on curtains, starting a small fire.
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Once I reached near rashta's room I lit the curtain right next to her room on fire, making it bigger by spraying alcohol.
I sprayed alcohol on the floors and walls, till the flame started spreading. Of course, it would take hours if I did this by myself so I made clones to start bigger fires and summon the annoying little killer bugs to assassinate some people who despised me. I couldn't have people against me when the day comes I become empress.
I specifically instructed my clones to tell all those who ask that they are guests of sovieshu. There was smoke everywhere. Slowly, people left their rooms crying out.
I ran looking for someone.
As I'm walking down the halls with my hood on, I'm met with a certain someone who has bad intuition. Melissa.
As she's running down the halls, looking for a getaway from the fire, with a cloth covering her nose her eyes meet with mine. I grin.
She stopped running, now eyeing me, though she can hardly see my eyes, she seemed calm. Of course, I knew it was an act.
"Who are you?" She asked. Taking a glimpse of the lighter in my hand, she flinched "d-did you do this?!"
I chuckle "you should've left when I provided you the chance."
"Y-y/n!"
"Address me with formalities for the last few seconds of your life,"
"I-"
"They can hear us, and all your lies."
She flinched. "P-pls! Have sympathy! I beg of you!! My family!" She collapses to the floor, looking down.
"What family?"
"At home! They're impoverished, we have no riches I need a job!" She looks back up seeing what's in my hand.
A hologram of her parent's corpse in their estate,
Her eyes tear-filled "it's not real, it's not real, it's not real." she repeated to herself.
