Prologue

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"What are you going to choose, darling?" She said, her violet eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. "Don't take too long, or I'm afraid you won't have a choice at all."

The Dark Mistress, the most feared woman on the Zenais Continent, yet at this moment, she seemed different. With ebony curls framing her pale face, she looked like a fallen angel, one who would cause you to sin with a single beckoning of her finger. Arya Agana.

How did this even happen?

It all started a few weeks ago when I stumbled across the most shocking discovery in my life.

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