fairy tales all ways ended good, right? Your saviour would come, soon right? You wouldn’t be alone anymore, would you? And all the hatred and abuse stuff would just—disappear, r̶i̶g̶h̶t̶? You weren’t to sure anymore. You were second heir to throne, your sister getting queen. You were abused as the ‘mistake your parents never wanted`, now just a small teenager weeping in their room.

you had many reasons to cry, your eyes bruised and arms scratched. This probably wouldn’t have happened if you received your guardian angel by now like how your sister did. A thing all mortals were gifted with: you never received. The glow from your window shone down on you when suddenly a sinful aura rolled through the air.

“Well. Seems little missy didn’t get her place on the throne.” a deep voice cooed as you looked up to see a monsterous creature peering down at you. “don’t worry princess. Oni’s here now~”