Cinderella: Book 1 Chapter 1

Verse 1
Cinderella sneered.

Why bother with second chances?

To have some fun. And for revenge.

Where are her foul mother and sisters now?

And that pathetically optimistic prince...

She'll rewrite every last one of them.

And what a huge pain in the ass it'll be.

She'll need her two-bit authors' permission, though they're dead and buried.

To bring them back, she'll need an offering.

Cinderella cackled as she counted all the souls she would extinguish.

What do you desire, Cinderella?

A more amusing tale would be nice.

Perhaps...one in which I'm named queen?

Cinder as a queen?! I'd pay to see that!

Right? That's why I must kill everything in my way.

Verse 2
Did you think a scorned soul, ridiculed for its veil of ash, would be so easily saved?

Verse 3
Neither the love of another nor fleeting moments of joy could make up for such a cruel past.

Verse 4
Wounds of the heart never heal.

Time and love don't heal shit.

Only idiots would believe those fantasies.

Verse 5
These wounds grow and rot, swell and fester, and stink of death until they eventually devour your heart.

Verse 6
Why must you suffer alone?

If they hit you, hit them back... harder.

Make their pain greater than yours.

Verse 7
Anyone can warp themselves to this point.

It's simple: chase your every desire.

Verse 8
And if anyone gets in your way, erase them.

Prolong the kindness and prolong the suffering for as long as you can.

Verse 9
Just witness your enemies' faces.

Marvel as they twist with pain.

Aaah! What a great feeling!

Verse 10
She turned to look into the mirror.

The girl she saw---oh so merry and full of joy at her lot in life.

The faint smile on her lips.

The twisted look in her eyes.

A thing of beauty, all of it.

"Ah... Yes. I see her now.

This is who I was meant to be."

Cinderella laughed as she thrust her weapon into her next offering.

Do you enjoy killing your enemies?

Of course. I especially love catching them by surprise.

Like this, you mean?

Wah?! Gimme back my head!

Haha! Maybe if you beg!

Gladly! Your wickedness brings me joy!

Cinderella knew now.

The joy of deceiving others.

The ecstasy of subjugation.

It dawned on Cinderella.

She had only been a punching bag.

She'd been defined by a man's love.

All at the whim of her asshole author.

So why not deceive him?

Make him write her a better tale.

Depravity.

...That is the name of the roaring fire that has consumed Cinderella from within.

Discordant Poem
Stop and look into the mirror.

What kind of face do you see there?

That is your true self.

The sound of warped wheels means only one thing: Cinderella's carriage.

Out to deceive men's hearts.