1 The Duchess
"I..."
A beautiful figure walks down the red-carpeted hallway, with marbled walls that have extravagant designs. Paintings with frames that are made of gold, and doors that are heavily refined.
"Am the Le Leon Family's Duchess, Lady Elise."
A woman in a white dress. Her delicate cherry lips and her radiating red eyes. She entered her room as she smiled and looked at the mirror beside the king-sized bed. The mirror was framed with sculpted gold and what reflected from the mirror was something more priceless than what was sculpted.
A woman with a beautiful face. Eyes that resemble gentle fire, natural lashes that would make idols awe, brows that would make nature blush. A girl with a shining white hair, seen through the reflection of the sculpted mirror.
"And I..."
Suddenly, the woman smiled. She looked at her reflection as the mood suddenly broke apart by the grin that made her... unnatural. Her face distorted to the point that it might be more plausible to call her a monster, as the image of a blooded-face man appeared static.
"I was once the greatest murderer in recorded history... once."
***
As one would say,
"Those who keep on running will one day trip."
That's what Michael did. He left behind everything after he was first tasted the blood of the people he killed. He saw pleasure in the death of others. He showed no mercy, and he gave no remorse.
Yet, he mysteriously woke up in an unfamiliar, yet, well-lit room. A ceiling that was covered by a red cloth, a bed that was twice as huge as he was.
Panicked, thinking he was caught by the people who had a grudge on him. He ran, only to stop on the mirror that was beside him... or her
The mirror reflected a beautiful girl that stared back at him. What he knew was that it was a mirror and he was still in complete denial. he ran to the mirror and held her face with widened eyes.
Everything Michael did, the girl followed. He didn't believe it was true, yet, in front of him was reality itself!
He knows the difference between a dream and a reality because he has to stay on alert every time he sleeps, as someone might attack him from behind and it will be the end of him.
Dangerous people are not someone who is strong or rich. It is someone who has keen instincts and cunning intelligence... and that is what Michael is!
He is a natural predator.
He didn't panic, he didn't go question what had happened. He was not in disarray, the face that he was expressing in a young girl's body, it was not fear.
It was pleasure!
"I can kill people more discreetly!"
He muttered in the lips of an innocent lady. He tainted the world 'kill' in the lips of a young lady! How enjoyable!
"No one... would even suspect a thing."
He— ...no, she smiled.
She formed a terrifying smile. A smile so gentle, yet everything behind that was a smile that can literally kill when you don't watch out. A gentle smile to others, a killer smile to some.
Michael's senses tingled and she instinctively looked at the door.
Knock! Knock!
"Lady Elise, your father is looking for you. He will be waiting in the dining room."
Michael just stared at the door as her smiling into a gigantic smile, a smile so petrifying, one would say a demon has taken over the Lady Elise that they oh so loved.
Her head tilted abnormally, her smile was something that even creeps out monsters.
She found a suitable prey.
"I will be right there..."
Her whole being became a nightmare as her face looked distorted, yet, her voice was so soothing.
Lady Elise, walking down the red-carpeted hallway.
Lady Elise, with her hands behind her back. Her petrified expression showed that she had already seen hell the moment she woke up.
"I didn't expect a bunch of maids would barge in and change my clothes for me."
She muttered as the pain from the tight corset still lingered in her snow-white back.
"The benefits and the drawback of being from a rich family, huh?"
She was forced to wear a beautifully-made white dress and a cute white headband. Although the style looks really old, looking at the place, she noticed there were no lightbulbs or any wires. No electrical socket, nor electrical fans.
A place where technology is delayed 400 years before his.
She instinctively grinned once again as she bit her nail.
"I wanna kill someone, now! This excitement, I can't resist!"
Her brain was incredibly crazy as she murmured. Ever since she knew she was in some other-worldly place, she just can't bring to put all of her excitement inside her body. Although she has to be careful since no one still knows that she's a killer.
The reason why he was a wanted man more than any other, was because his face and his name were released to the public. Yet nobody could even catch him and nobody could even trace where he is.
So he just kills while leaving evidence in the crime scene, because everybody knows who did it anyway.
"Let's not get hasty and let's plan everything out." Lady Elise muttered to herself
Elise knew that everyone in this place would be important to the former Elise, but...
"Why the hell would I care?!"
The grin that keeps showing in your nightmare. The distorted pupils and the wrinkled skin. Faces that only a monster can freely express, faces that only she knows she can express.
"Should we start with the father? Or maybe one of the maids? Ooohh, I wanna kill someone already!"
The excitement and the animosity of her expression were immeasurable. The pleasure of someone begging for mercy, it was something he always enjoyed.
[The Most Dangerous Murderer that will be put in History.] — The voice of a reporter echoed in her mind.
Lady Elise calmly walks as the Michael inside her was jumping in anticipation. She opened the door to the place where the dining table would be.
[Michael Delion.] —The static memory of the television showing her face to the very public. It was an achievement and a trophy she will always treasure.
***
The door opened for the Lady as she saw a man sitting at the end of a long marbled table.
Lady Elise bowed with grace and with a gracious smile that would captivate the heavens, she greets her father.
"I am here, father."
