Free Web NovelChapter 18: Tonight, the Prince Dies
Nathan/Seraphel
Seraphel was a breathtakingly beautiful omega.
As I stared into the polished surface of the mirror, I finally understood that every single creation spawned from the unhinged mind of Author Nude was sculpted with absolute aesthetic perfection.
Since the moment I transmigrated into this disaster of a novel, I hadn’t actually had a chance to see what I looked like. But now, standing before the glass in this silent room, the reflection staring back at me was genuinely staggering.
The body possessed massive, deep cerulean blue eyes framed by thick, dark lashes, and a crown of silver-black hair that fell in loose, elegant waves around a perfectly pale face. I noticed that whenever I tilted my head, the irises subtly shifted into a haunting, light gray under the ambient candlelight.
Seraphel was quite literally the quintessential, textbook definition of a fragile bottom—the exact type of helpless omega that hardcore smut readers absolutely obsess over in the comment sections.
And now, by some horrific stroke of cosmic injustice, I was him.
Worse, I was supposedly pregnant by the Prince of Lust—the absolute craziest, most unbridled, and hyper-promiscuous Sin in the entire damn universe.
I had finally woken up in this room after fainting from psychological exhaustion back in the throne room. The space was utterly gargantuan, easily twice the size of my old college dorm room back home. I had been resting on a massive, king-sized canopy bed draped in heavy silks that made my current physical frame look incredibly tiny and fragile by comparison.
The entire room screamed high-tier, dark danmei aesthetics. The towering walls were carved from seamless, polished obsidian that caught the flickering torchlight, complemented by rich crimson tapestries embroidered with intricate, swirling patterns of forbidden magic.
Everything about the architecture was built with a terrifying standard of perfection.
While I was staring at myself in the mirror, thoroughly convinced that my entire life had devolved into a fever dream, the heavy wooden doors of the chamber smoothly slid open.
My heart jumped straight into my throat.
A woman dressed in traditional, flowing white robes accented with sharp red patterns stepped into the room. Her dark hair was pulled up high into a flawless, tight ponytail. Marching in lockstep behind her were two younger males wearing matching uniform robes, their movements silent and disciplined.
My eyes snapped toward her as she came to a halt right in front of me. She suddenly clapped her hands together, the sharp sound sending my pulse racing.
"You are awake, Chosen One," she said, her voice dripping with a sweet, melodic tone.
The softness of her delivery made it seem as if I were trapped in some generic fairytale where a humble peasant meets a dashing prince to live happily ever after. But I wasn’t an idiot. I knew the plot. This was absolutely no fairytale.
This was a dark fantasy story I already knew the exact ending to. Granted, I had skipped a massive chunk of the middle arcs because the plot got way too heavy, but one thing was absolutely guaranteed: the eventual fall of the Prince of Lust triggers a domino effect that drags the rest of the Sins straight down to hell.
And honestly? That was exactly how I intended for this to turn out. There was no way in hell I was going to willingly play along in a web novel filled with non-con themes, torture, and a toxic bad ending.
No offense to Author Nude, but the woman clearly had no idea what to do with her own plot after dragging the serialization out for years, which caused the later arcs to take a horribly wrong turn and end on a completely miserable note.
I didn’t care how mind-bogglingly attractive the Prince of Lust was. Killing him was my only ticket out of this mess.
"Whe... re am I?" I demanded, keeping my voice steady as I pointedly looked around the luxurious chamber.
Surely, this wasn’t a room meant for a common prisoner.
But then again, I wasn’t just a regular commoner anymore; I was a commoner who was apparently pregnant.
A plot twist that literally did not exist in the original story before I messed with the timeline. At the terrifying thought of the pregnancy, my hand instinctively dropped to my stomach, my fingers gently rubbing the fabric over my belly.
Pregnant. I’m actually pregnant. I couldn’t even count how many times I had repeated that absurd sentence in my head, but the reality was rapidly cementing itself.
"You are currently resting within the Hall of Satisfaction," the woman responded smoothly. "I am Analisse, and High Guard Malachi has personally recommended me to supervise your care. These two behind me are Dorin and Rami. From this day forward, they will serve as your personal manservants."
The two boys behind her immediately lowered their heads, bowing so deeply it felt as though I were royalty. Looking at them, I noted how fragile and delicate their features were, but I couldn’t detect a single pheromone or scent coming from them.
Betas.
"We solemnly promise to serve the Chosen One until the very end," both boys chimed in unison, lowering their heads a fraction more.
Chosen One? I practically had to bite my tongue to keep from scoffing out loud at the ridiculous title. They could call me whatever they wanted, but I already had my master plan mapped out.
The absolute second I found myself completely alone with the Prince of Lust, I was going to slit his throat and put an end to this miserable story once and for all. Reading about pregnant omegas was all fun and games when I was scrolling on my phone in bed, but actually experiencing the terror of it was a completely different story.
"The Main Hall has just sent us an official missive," Analisse continued, her smile widening. "The Prince of Lust will be visiting your chambers tonight. We have been strictly tasked with getting you properly prepared for his arrival."
An icy chill shot straight down my spine at her words. The Prince of Lust will visit you tonight. The phrase echoed in my mind over and over, and a dark realization washed over me.
This was it. This was my chance.
The moment the news hit my ears, I jumped to my feet, clapping my hands together in mock excitement. "Excellent! Yes, let’s get ready right away. I am sure you all know my name by now, I am N—" I sharply cut myself off, swallowing the urge to blurt out my real name. I needed to get used to this body and the identity attached to it. "I am Seraphel," I corrected smoothly, enthusiastically stretching my hand out for them to shake.
Instead of taking it, all three of them instantly took a coordinated step backward, terror flashing in their eyes.
"We dare not, Chosen One," Analisse whispered frantically, while the two boys vigorously shook their heads and lowered their gazes back to the floor.
Right. I forgot. This entire world takes an immense amount of toxic pride in its strict hierarchy. And right now, because of my fake pregnancy, I was apparently some sort of highly revered figure with absolute authority. It sounded incredibly cool on paper, but I wanted absolutely no part in their class system. freēwēbnovel.com
"If you are prepared, Chosen One, we have already drawn your bath. Please allow Dorin and Rami to take care of your needs."
I opened my mouth to argue that I was a fully grown adult capable of washing my own body, but I quickly shut it. In a world ruled by rigid hierarchy, my preferences didn’t matter.
The second that royal doctor confirmed the pregnancy, my entire existence had been modified.
"Permit us to serve you well, Chosen One," Dorin and Rami said simultaneously, their perfectly synchronized voices sounding almost as if they were under some form of mind control.
I internally rolled my eyes, already growing deeply exhausted by the sheer theatricality of the palace. I truly couldn’t wait until tonight. The absolute moment the Prince of Lust let his guard down, I’d slit his throat.
Then, voila! The plot breaks, the system glitches, and I finally get the hell out of this book.
The beauty of the plan was so intoxicating that a loud, hysterical laugh suddenly burst from my lips.
I didn’t even realize how unhinged and loudly I was laughing until I caught sight of their expressions.
Analisse, Dorin, and Rami were all staring at me with a blatant, unfiltered mixture of pure confusion and silent judgment.
"Is... is everything alright, Chosen One?" Analisse asked cautiously, taking a half-step back.
I immediately cut off the laughter, forcing a bright, completely innocent smile onto my face. "Oh, everything is perfectly, absolutely fine."
