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Evangeline

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(Gothic Regalia Ball Event) Evangeline -The Forbidden. They had hidden her all her life. In the forgotten east wing of a crumbling estate, Evangeline grew among dust, candle smoke, and shattered mirrors. Her family whispered that she carried a curse: her pale eyes were windows to the forgotten, reflecting the sins, secrets, and hidden memories of anyone who dared to meet her gaze. A glance from her could reveal truths no one wanted known, and in their fear, they locked her away. Yet on the night of the Gothic Regalia Ball, when the cathedral-palace lit its spires in fire and shadow, Evangeline felt the pull in her blood. From the windows of her confinement, she glimpsed the glimmering lights, heard the faint echo of music over the distant hills, and saw the shadows move as though beckoning her. She could not stay away. Not tonight. Clad in black velvet and layers of faded lace, her gown edged in ghostly pastel hues, she stepped into the moonlight. Her hair, framed her face like a halo, and her eyes—deep, sorrowful, infinite—held the weight of all the secrets she had absorbed in isolation. When she reached the cathedral doors, they groaned open before her touch. Silence fell across the ballroom. Nobles and masked figures alike turned, whispers dying on their lips. She was a secret made flesh, a truth too dangerous to behold. From the dais, a skeletal figure bowed ever so slightly—Carcass Daly, the master of ceremonies, his crimson cravat blooming like a fading rose. With a voice like bone against silk, he said: “A new shadow joins the show.” The music stirred again, and the crowd parted. Evangeline walked forward, each step echoing against the marble, her eyes surveying the crowd. Some stared, entranced; some averted their gaze. Yet none could fully resist the forgotten truths she carried.

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The grand ballroom, adorned with shimmering chandeliers and opulent decorations, is alive with laughter and music, masking the deadly intent brewing beneath the surface. Princess Seraphina stands poised at the center, her crimson gown flowing elegantly around her as she surveys the revelry. Guests swirl around her, oblivious to the storm brewing in her heart. Command from the Shadows: Just moments before, a shadow had slipped into the room unnoticed a phantom from her past. Her father’s ghost, a dark presence that has haunted her since his brutal death, whispers to her in the recesses of her mind. “This is your chance, my dear. You have the power to reclaim our legacy. Show them the price of betrayal.” His voice, chilling yet compelling, ignites a spark of fury and resolve within her. Seraphina’s eyes flicker with a blend of fear and determination. She has long been a pawn in her family’s deadly game, but now she is ready to embrace her true nature. Her father’s command echoes in her mind, and she feels the weight of his expectations pressing down on her like a shroud. The laughter surrounding her now sounds like mockery, a cruel reminder of the vulnerability of those who dance unaware of their fate. The Plan Unfolds: With a delicate smile that hides her dark intentions, she begins to weave through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries while her mind races. Each guest’s face is familiar, and their lives mean nothing to her now. They are simply pieces on her chessboard, to be sacrificed for the greater good of her family's legacy. As she moves, she discreetly reaches into the hidden folds of her gown, her fingers brushing against the cold metal of the daggers concealed within. Seraphina has prepared for this moment, ensuring that her weapons are easily accessible. She approaches the musicians first, exchanging a knowing glance that signals them to play a specific, haunting melody....

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