Distorting And Restarting Life From Zero In Another World.

Envy If.

Any art that appears in this story isn't and will never be mine!

Writing style:

Y/N = {Your name}

L/N = {Surname or middle name}

E/C = {Eye color}

H/C = {Hair color}

Format:

"[Y/N]: No way!" For dialogues.

"As the gently breeze of the wind pass..." For general occurrences.

"Even after that..." For inner thoughts.

"Al SHAMAK!" For special moments.

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Y/N never imagined he'd end up among the ranks of the Witch's Cult. His life had taken unexpected turns before, but now, seated at a long stone table surrounded by the most twisted minds of this world, he questioned his decisions more than ever. The dim light in the room did little to hide the strangeness of his companions-a collection of oddballs that even the most creative nightmares would have struggled to conjure.

And at the head of the table, their leader, Pandora, stood in all her unsettling glory. Platinum hair framed her childish face, and her innocent, doll-like features betrayed the sinister aura she exuded. Her clothes-or lack thereof-were an abomination. She dressed like some bizarre cross between a fairy tale villain and...well, Y/N didn't want to finish that thought. He found it difficult to look at her without wincing.

Pandora clapped her hands, her voice sweet but insidiously commanding.

[Pandora]: "Now that everyone's here, let me introduce our newest member,"

She said, her gaze flicking toward Y/N as if presenting a new toy to her collection.

Y/N felt every pair of eyes-if you could call what some of these people had as "eyes"-turning toward him. There was no room for hesitation now. He stood, brushing off his robe, and gave a half-hearted bow.

[Y/N]: "Well, hello. My name is Y/N, and it seems I've become the new Sin Archbishop of Envy,"

He said, his voice even and steady despite the absurdity of the situation.

[Y/N]: "Nice to meet you."

Silence followed, broken only by the creaking of Regulus' chair as he shifted, likely ready to make some pompous comment, though for once he kept his mouth shut. Y/N's eyes scanned the room, taking in the faces-or, more accurately, the grotesque features-of his new colleagues. Petelgeuse twitched in his seat, his greenish skin stretched tightly over his bony frame, his fingers writhing with barely contained madness.

Sirius, wrapped in bandages like a deranged mummy, leaned forward eagerly, her manic smile widening in a way that made Y/N incredibly uncomfortable.

Pandora's eyes gleamed.

[Pandora]: "Since we're going to work together in the future, do you have something you'd like to say? Perhaps your first impressions of us?"

She smiled sweetly, like a cat toying with a mouse.

Y/N sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose before crossing his arms. He had long since stopped caring about being polite in ridiculous situations, and this-this was a circus.

[Y/N]: "Can I be as honest as possible?"

He asked, raising an eyebrow toward Pandora.

She tilted her head, amused.