The Queen’s breath came in
shallow gasps
, her eyes wide with terror.
She tried to
move
, to
scream
, but her body remained
frozen
, locked in the merciless grip of Seraphis’s
paralysis magic
.
Seraphis leaned in, her silver-white hair
brushing
against the Queen’s cheek.
"Would you like to feel what your victims felt?" she whispered, her tone almost…
gentle
.
The Queen’s heartbeat
hammered
against her ribs.
"No… don’t—"
Seraphis
smiled.
"Then let’s begin."
She raised her hand, her fingers
glowing
with an eerie
silver light
.
Evolution Magic: Mirror of Suffering.
The spell
descended
upon the Queen like a crushing wave—her mind
fracturing, twisting, shattering.
And then—
She wasn’t in her body anymore.
The Torture Begins
The Queen’s world
spun
violently.
When her vision cleared, she found herself
in chains.
Her wrists
ached
, bound in
iron cuffs
.
Her skin
burned
, fresh wounds covering her
ragged body
.
She looked down—
she wasn’t herself.
She was a
frail woman
, one of the many
she had imprisoned and framed.
The room was
dark
, damp stone walls closing in around her. The air reeked of
blood and rot
.
And then—
The door creaked open.
Heavy boots
thumped
against the stone.
A familiar voice filled the air—
her own voice.
"So, you thought you could betray me?"
The Queen—
now trapped inside the body of her victim
—felt herself
tremble uncontrollably.
She
recognized this moment.
This was when she had
ordered the woman to be tortured for days
, accused of treason
she never committed.
And now—
She was about to
experience it herself.
A
searing-hot blade
pressed against her arm.
Her body
convulsed
in agony as the red-hot metal
sliced through flesh
.
Her scream
ripped
through the chamber—
But
no one came.
Just like all her victims, she was utterly
alone.
The pain was
real.
The helplessness was
real.
The despair… was
unbearable.
The Cycle of Pain
The Queen barely had time to process the horror before the scene
shifted again.
Now she was a
young servant girl
, sobbing in terror as
a blade hovered over her throat.
Her own voice rang in the air again, cold and
merciless.
"Burn the body. Make it look like an accident."
The girl’s body
shook
uncontrollably—
And then—
The knife
plunged deep into her chest.
The Queen
felt everything.
The
searing pain.
The
choking blood
. The
desperate struggle to breathe.
And then—
Darkness.
But it wasn’t
over.
Again.
And again.
And
again.
Each time, she
became another victim
.
Each time, she
felt their pain, their terror, their suffering.
Every
broken bone.
Every
plea ignored.
Every
betrayal.
It was an
endless cycle.
A never-ending
spiral of agony.
And the worst part?
She could
do nothing to stop it.
She could only
scream.
She could only
suffer.
Just as they had.
Just as she had made them.
A Mind Shattered
The Queen’s
soul fractured.
She no longer knew who she was.
Was she the
noblewoman who once sat on the throne?
Or was she the
countless nameless souls she had destroyed?
Her
mind broke, splintering like shattered glass.
And then—
It all
came rushing back.
She was
herself
again, back in her royal chambers.
But something was
different.
Her body was still
frozen.
Her mind, however… was
ruined.
Tears streamed down her face.
She tried to
speak
, but only a
choked sob
escaped her lips.
Seraphis tilted her head, watching with
detached amusement.
"So? How did it feel?"
The Queen’s lips
trembled.
"P-please… stop…"
Seraphis’s
expression darkened.
"Oh, I did stop."
She leaned in closer, her whisper like a
ghost in the Queen’s ear.
"But you’ll keep reliving it, over and over, for the rest of your life."
The Queen
shook violently
, her body convulsing with
silent sobs.
She would never sleep again.
Never breathe without
hearing their screams.
Never see without
watching her own hands commit the horrors she inflicted.
And that, Seraphis decided, was a
fitting punishment.
She turned on her heel, leaving the Queen to
drown in her suffering.
As she reached the door, she paused—just for a moment.
With a flick of her wrist, she sent a
single playing card
slicing through the air.
It embedded itself in the Queen’s
vanity mirror
, splitting her reflection in two.
The Queen gasped.
Because
her reflection was no longer her own.
It was the
faces of every single victim she had ever wronged.
And they were
watching her.
Seraphis smirked.
"Enjoy the rest of your reign, Your Majesty."
Then, she
disappeared into the night.
Leaving behind
a broken Queen and a haunted palace.