Cinderella: Book 2 Chapter 1

Verse 1
Cinderella laughed.

She sneered at the curse that held her.

What a wonderful fate she had with Depravity as her master.

In her tale, she was the victim,

despised and trampled on.

What else but hate would guide her soul?

And guide it, it did. For she gave herself over gladly to this curse.

Cinderella’s lip quivered in twisted anticipation.

Parrah:

Does depravity really make you happy?

Cinderella:

Yes. I mean, it is what I am after all.

I can kill them any way I want, right?

Noya:

She really is depraved...

Verse 2
I’m done whining about my life.

Instead I must embrace it.

Verse 3
I don’t need a life of nothing

but keeping up appearances,

keeping my emotions in check.

Verse 4
I’ll accept what I’ve been given.

I’ll accept it, and then I’ll use it.

Verse 5
I never hesitate to kill.

Besides, I do not have any empathy.

Verse 6
I’ll do whatever for my own gain,

even using my own emotions.

Who cares about other people?

Verse 7
What others live for

and die for

is none of my concern.

Verse 8
Go on, shed a tear.

Curse your place in life.

Despair at the fate forced upon you.

Verse 9
I will crush all who moan and lament,

and in turn, they will be my

nourishment.

Verse 10
The pig-like nightmare snorted as it spluttered.

“To live, not to die.

To live, not to be food.

That is why I feel so at home here.”

Cinderella answered its soul-rending cries with a gentle smile.

“Didn’t get the memo? You’re a pig.

Dead or alive,

you’re still going to be tasty when I gobble you up!”

Greater Orc (Fire):

I don’t want to be eaten.

Parrah:

Hear that? Isn’t that sad?

Noya:

Life for subsistence. You don’t feel anything?

Cinderella:

Why should I? It’s only natural, right?

You either exploit or get exploited.

Get wise or get roasted, pig!

“I’m no pig.

I’m nobody’s dinner.”

The orc let out a blood-choked lament as its light was extinguished.

After kicking the lump of meat,

Cinderella set it aflame.

Now, then. About dinner...

Stepmother, stepsisters,

tonight we feast on roast pork for our meal!”

Discordant Poem
Some struggle against their curse.

Others simply obey it.

And then, there are those who become it.

Lending an ear to the pig’s laments

might make facing the meal harder.

Or perhaps turn you vegan.

Everyone wants to be the protagonist.

But deep down they already know…

that they’re the supporting character.