So many centuries were bygone, and still I've never forgotten the name I once bear, "Darya Miller." The actual name of the body I possessed earlier centuries ago.

Darya Miller was the only daughter of the general, who was blind and affected by an incurable optic illness that made her lose her sight.

I possessed the body because she had asked for my help to cure her blindness and in turn she never knew the huge sacrifice she had to pay after unwittingly, had traded her life for sight.

However, after six months of our deal my body had completely worn out. I came for her mortal body and life, because once I possessed your body, your soul perished as my temporary energy gave life to the body for other century -- 100 years, then it wore out again.

And that's how I've been going about, seeking for who is next to use and dump, based on how attractive and beautiful you are, in order to extend my life and live forever.

Apparently, Darya was my muse from years back, since I was her designer -- a royal tailor. Her beauty, figure was a complete entity of a gorgeous 'em drop dead human that no else where I had found that kind of a beauty so far in the realm of the mortal.

But, just one thing spoiled her beauty and it was a big stigma to her -- blindness. Because of her blindness, Darya was mocked and abused by the entire household of the general. Not just her home, but everyone in that nation, either used her, abused her or made jest out of her stigma.

At that particular point in time, I can still recall how the maids in the courtyard usually make her a nice gossip topic, whenever the suitors asking for her hand in marriage later back down, after hearing sores things about her.

But, still the general loved his daughter so much out of all his five children -- boys. Darya was the first daughter and only female child of the great general.

Back then, I was somewhat close to her. A friend I guessed, if she had regarded me as one.

Darya was a furtive person that barely mingled with anyone in town, since no one liked her and wanted to be her friend. And even when they wanted to be her friend it was either to suck her up or gain access to her private life, in order to blackmail her. So I guess that's why she was so afraid to make friends too.

I had tried to come close to her, but it seems as if the more I drew close the more far she drifted. After trying and trying for a long time, I gave up that shit and was down for business. Then I disguise myself as a goddess sent to her.

Oh_ that's true! I almost forgot the part when I was even compared with Darya who was far way prettier than me.

Though the body I possessed then, was a bit lacking in figure, since in those ceuntry it was quite difficult for me to find someone too perfect, at least with so much beauty.

The reason I was being compared with Darya was because I was trying to be her friend and everyone in town might have found out somehow and they started to look for a means to get back at me for attempting to be a friend with a godforsaken.

Thus at the end of it all, I didn't just gain reward of the title of great healer, but also I got a new body like Darya's and everyone respected me so much, cause Darya's eyesight was restored and I was adored and ended a happy saga with her mortal body.

You want to know how Darya's saga ended?

Well, since she had received her sight, many suitors came from home and abroad, including the king of the nation. The strongest, most powerful and most handsome man in the nation had asked for her hands in marriage.

However, I got married to him and later had three kids, then…

That's all. I made a good ending for Darya and moved out to the next body, the next, the next and it goes on for over 13th century, till now.

After the archaic of those years eroded and was replaced by civilisation, modernity and technology. It was a new century and the world had become full of knowledge and intelligence.

Being I witnessed the bygone ancient times to the modern days, I shook my head and awe of how far the human world had come.

Standing on the top of the tallest tower on Earth, I took a distant view of the world with my uncanny sight and saw the beauty in the city like the day in the sun.

My days were now shortened and so soon I would need a new body to dwell in. That body was what I kept searching for so many years now, after 100 years were gone. But, I haven't found it yet. I'm still searching for a perfect, angelic human to be its host for another hundred years.

That's why I stood in a place where I was ubiquitous, to find that gorgeous woman, who's desperate for my help and the time continued to tick by that I was running out of patience.

After long hours of my vainless search, the darkness subdued the light and the body I wore started to burn off gradually as for the first time, I became scared.

In less than minutes if I couldn't find that body, I might vanish forever. My sharp lens was fixed on every human in the world that it watered, so usual.

Then, I spotted one. A beautiful human in highschool uniform, about to be knocked down by a swifting car on the driveway.

By then, the body I wore had flown away in the air as ashes, while my blue spirit dived instantly into the trance body of the human I laid my eyes on last. Then I also lost consciousness during the process of conveyance.

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When I regained slight consciousness, my eyes were still shut close, as I heard the beeping sound of the respirator, which likely seems to be from a close distance, behind me.

The moment I opened my eyes, my vision was quite blurry, as I saw a face peering down on mine, calling a strange name, "Alexander," aloud that I felt like hitting the damn face to stop being so loud. Wherefore, noise was my most aversion.

Does it seem like I'm dying or regaining consciousness?

I was damn angry that I forced the feeble body I recently occupied to sit up, despite the declination of the gentleman seated before me.

Finally when I sat up, I suddenly felt a pang on her head as my head began to whirl around and around as I felt dizzy.

Damn weak human body! That made me prone to pain as long as I'm in this flesh.

"Be careful. You haven't recovered yet," The young man next to me said with so much concern and care, that it kept irritating me.

That's what I hate. I hate being pitied or shown sympathy by humans. Humans aren't meant to show me pity, cause they're my enemies and only deserve to hate me. Much like I'm craving for their hate to trigger me to do harm than good.

"Hey! easy. Don't take that off," He shouted at me in alarm the moment I pulled off the drip from the back of my right hand. Then, I felt some kind of relief.

With this new body, I'm not meant to undergo any form of mortal treatment, until a long while of the settlement of my entity.

"What's wrong with you?" His voice went back to normal as I melted his consternated gaze.

And goddamn!!! This human was a fucking alluring creature, that I couldn't stand another moment surveying his glamor look.

Then, I was so attracted to his handsomeness, that I pulled him by the collar of his shirt, closer to me with one of my hands and began to sniff his body as if I was going to eat him.

Of course I would have eaten him up if I had those sharp teeth from my previous existence.

He smells so good of roses fragrance that I couldn't control my emotions and passion for glamour that made me all over him, like a blanket clinging to the surface of something and if I had seen a way inside him, I wouldn't hesitate to cease that chance to not be inclined only just on the surface.

Almost before I knew it, he abruptly pushed me away with great energy as I fell back on the bed like a thin paper.

Only then, I realised that the body I had possessed was a skinny average teenage body that was smaller in stature as I took a brief look at my hand and then started feeling my face and body for some confirmation.

Just then, I heard the creaking of the door as I automatically shifted my gaze at the direction of the door, still lying down on the bed.

The elder man who stepped in just then, I had guessed, seemed to be the doctor, telling from his attire.

He wore a lab coat and heavy glasses that made him look like one -- a specialist.

He came over to my bed as the young man stood up and began to narrate to him my current behaviour.

Then I listened attentively.

"Will my sister be fine? She had been acting so usual the moment she woke up." He said worried.

When he voiced his concern, the doctor gave a brief sigh.

"Alexander seemed to have obtained a mental issue from the accident. I think it's the only bad effect she obtained so far and nothing more less than that. You people should be grateful that she survived a fatal accident like this. It's a miracle" Said the doctor with a marvellous tone in his voice.

It's actually not a miracle. The real owner of this body is death. If not for my soul in this body, by now the body would be lying cold in the grave.

"...Thank you uncle, I do appreciate it. I guess we would be more cautioned not to let Alexander off our watch again." The young man said politely to the elder man.

I just laid inert and watched them, babbling nonsense from their filthy mouths. Thinking that I wouldn't hesitate to cut it off, if not i had my powers.

Who had mental issues? Me?!

I suddenly snarled at them in anger as I felt like pouching their faces with my fist, if not for this weak body I dwelled that kept getting in the way.

By the sound of my repeated snarling they shifted their gaze at me and stopped talking. Staring at me with those eyes of bafflement, like I was a mad person, displaying a symptom of insanity.

After some moments later, they left me alone and seemed to be gone forever. Firstly, the young man had left after receiving a phone call, then followed by the doctor.

None came back for that long moment I laid inert on the bed, screaming to whoever could hear me to come get me up from this fucking bed. But then, I remained silent, thinking that I should save my energy for this weak body recovery.

Then, at night. I didn't know the exact time, but guessing from the view of darkness through the four glazed walls, I had guessed it was around 8 to 9, only then I heard the sound of the creaking door again and heavy footsteps, stepping into the room.

When I quickly glance at the direction of the footsteps from the left corner of my eyes, I glimpsed a slim girl with straight blonde and a squab elder woman whom seemed to be around her early forties, appearing sleek and posh in those fascinating outfit, going abreast of themselves as they strut towards my direction.

"Alexander you are awake,"

The teenage girl plunged at me eagerly as she fitfully grabbed my body roughly by my arms and hugged me glacially, that I felt pains around the angle she held my arms. Afterwards, she let my body drop as I fell flat again like a paper.

"My goodness. I'm so grateful to God for bringing you back to life. Who knew what would have befallen our family without you, Alex." The elder woman said as if she wanted to sob. Standing at a very close length to the bed I laid, glaring down at me as she drew the young teenager closer to her side.

Although I have no idea of who they were, my hunch tells me that they weren't good humans, just like the gentleman that was with me previously.

I began to think that they were actresses who had lost their way and mistook my room for their video shooting. Because I was so quick to sense evil, since I'm evil and the smell coming from their direction smelt so strong that my nose began to swell.

Moreover, I already got irritated by their deceptive manners and the teenage arrogant girl was the most getting on my nerves.

"Mom. Why is Alexander glaring at me like that? Is she angry with me again, just because I paid a visit to her? Have I done anything wrong again?" The teenage girl said to her mother as she wore a pitiful expression, as if I had unfairly treated her, while I'm the one unjustly treated here.

It made me explode in anger as I clench my fist and begin to struggle with my borrowed body to rise from the bed where I laid in fierceness.

"I'm going to kill you and feed your body to hungry lions if I ever get up from here! You slut! I going to fuck you up!!!"

I yelled out menacingly outraged, glaring my eyeballs out at them as I saw great affrightness and shock in the eyes of the teenage girl that quickly fell in her mother's embrace, having witnessed the seething display of my outrage.

She began to sob, "Mom, Alexander had turned into a monster. Let's get out of here."

"It's okay darling, I wouldn't let her come close to you nor feed your body to any beast. Let me handle this."

The elder woman said, calming her frightened daughter as she rolled her eyes in my direction, giving me an icy look that even got me severely angered the more, and this time I forcefully rose from the bed and haplessly landed back on the bed with a great flop, due to loss of strength.

In just a bit, the elderly woman hurled me up and gave me a heavy smack across my face that might have left the mark of her palm on my face, judging from the way it felt so painful as if she had vexed all her anger with just one slap.

The elderly woman was lucky enough that I was in this weak human body that had completely drained my inner energy. If not, she would have seen death even before raising her hand to hit me again.

But, what could I have done in this hapless state. Nothing. I did absolutely nothing and let her hit me twice.

By then, my eyes began to water, my head began to spin again, my body getting terribly weaker that it seemed I was likely to pass out at any moment.

However, as she was about to hit me again for the third time, I heard the sound of the creaking door and gentle footsteps from a distant angle at the door.

Instantly, she switched character and started shedding crocodile tears that even made me numb with shock. I couldn't stop gaping at her as she caressed my arms, peering into my face, concerned.

"Alex what's gotten into you? Why would you call your sister a harlot? This isn't you Alex. Come back to your senses." She said loudly as she jogged me slightly.

Then, the figure of a human stood in front of us.

"Mom." A familiar masculine voice said to the elder woman that she withdrew from me and rushed to the voice.

I laid hapless on the bed again, this time my vision fading gradually as I squinted in their direction from the corner of my left eye.

"What's happened to Alex? What did the doctor say? Is she really going insane?"

"Mom, Alexander is not insane. She had loss of memory, due to the trauma from the accident that affected her brain. Even now, she doesn't recognise you or anyone else. So it's the aftermath of the fatal accident."

"The doctor said that we can take her home now. But, Alexander needs some time to rest and recover. It's up to us to do our best and help her remember those memories."

The young man explained calmly and deliberately to the two miscreants that seemed to be somewhat frowning.

Indeed, I didn't recognise any of them, due to the fact it's not my body. And I'm not their Alexander anyway. So I have no memories of the body owner, who had long since perished after the accident.

Then I began to have a second thought as I was in pain if it was actually the wrong body I've chosen? I never imagined to dwell in the body of someone they maltreated this way.

No wonder the young girl jumped into the driveway and killed herself. Was it because of her stupid family?

The bewildering questions were too many in my head that they were only contributing more headache that made me freaking in pain.

Although, this is not the life I had planned to live nor had prepared for such outrageous drama of these miscreant humans. But, I was always prepared to make humans suffer, especially when they displayed enormity. It was quite easier to deal with them without looking back in compunction.

Moreover, I was still recovering and will teach them a good lesson when I regain my power.

And yes, my power. A thought suddenly struck my mind as I recollected something I've missed out that kept messing up my phenomenal existence.

Initially, by now I'm supposed to have regained my power, approximately, after 5 hours, but yet I was getting even weaker for the past 7 hours now.

I knew something was wrong somewhere, apart from the weak body of a teenager I possessed, I was no longer putting on my scarlet necklace. The necklace that gave me superpowers and replenished my soul with ineffable energy.

It's gone. I wasn't putting it on, probably that was the reason for my sudden weakness.

As I also recalled that I was supposed to give the teenage girl the necklace, shortly before I would possess her body, in order to enable me to come in possession of it the moment I switched bodies.

But, it was unfortunate it might have fallen off on the top of the tower where my former borrowed body burned off in ashes.

That tower was where I left it. I'm certain and need to retrieve it if I don't want to become as weak as this body I dwelled.

I can't even Imagine what my life would be, if I remained hapless like this?

After a short while of their conversation, the young man came over to me and carry's me up in his arms as I locked my arms around his neck, holding on tight not to fall, already feeling drowsy I think.

"Don't worry Alexander. You'll be fine when we get home." He said to me as he walked out of their sight, heading to the door.

"Home?" I mumbled indistinctly to myself as the word kept resonating in my mind when I gave it a second thought.

The word "home" I was thinking of was a different home actually -- my home precisely.

For thousands of years now, my soul had been restless trying to sate my satisfaction of watching human suffering, which I knew would never make me satisfied.

My home is not on Earth, neither was outside the planet. It was a place where life and death shared boundaries of light and darkness.

These were my thoughts as I fell into a kip inside the car, next to him.

About moments later or more, I was awoken by his hush voice, they kept resounding in my ears more loudly than whispering. And then, when I opened my eyes and lifted my head slightly from his neck, I realised that I was so close to his face.

"Huh?" I exclaimed in my small voice as I had difficulty in opening my eyes wide to look at him properly.

"We're home," He said in that same enthralling hush voice that brought back my consciousness of ludicrousness, while looking into his glistening eyes, even in that state.

Then, he caresses my face with one hand and the other, firmly on my back. At that time, Will was still inside the car in the back seat.

"I have no idea of what might have made you commit such an act to try to take your very own life. You don't deserve to be in such pain at this age."

The young man sounded pretty emotional from his unexpected change of tone that made me see something more than brotherly love in his eyes. Then, I started to doubt if the young man actually was the older brother of the real owner of the body I dwelled.

A moment later, he took me out of the car and set me on my feet. By then, I was slightly able to walk, merely somewhat staggering without the aid of his clasp on my arms.

We were facing the direction of the massive building ahead of us that consisted of thirteen or was it a twenty storey building? My eyes were strained the moment I

attempted to look at the pinnacle of the building, so I gave up as we emerged into the building pacing

slowly.

Once inside, I noticed the posh and

splendour of this mansion as I managed to turn my head slightly

to take a brief look at things that fascinate my interest. But we didn't halt for a second as he led me to the elevator at the opposite end.

Shortly after, we took the elevator to floor thirteen and arrived at a narrow

empty passageway that was opened to only two apartments. One on the left entrance, the opposite at the extreme end.

And he led me into the condo at the extreme end, which appeared a little bit remote from where we were. By then, my feet were already getting weaker as I began to miss my steps and then on the spontaneous he

observed it and he carried me up in his hands once more and hastened in pace closer to the extreme end.

When we got inside, he placed me down gently on an in-built bed,

seated in an open nook of the

spacious room.

At that point I realised that I was feeling a little bit better than before. My inertia had disappeared and was replaced with a severe headache from the spot on my brow that was bandaged.

He pulled the cover over my neck and sat beside me, on the edge of the bed.

"Are you feeling any better now?" He said, pat my hair.

I nodded as my eyes glazed over with boredom. He gave me a tight-lipped smile and chucked my chin

playfully.

"Good girl," His smile broadened right into a grin, "Now go to sleep. I

would not go away until you fell asleep, okay."

Then, I observed I wasn't indignant

with him even if he had treated me with excessive empathy that even

placed my unsettled heart at rest.

Same time, I was reminded of a particular scenario that shares a similar scene with this moment. But, the difference was that then was in the past and now was in the present.

It was the scenario of the billionaires I married years back out of an arranged marriage, since I was in the body of the daughter of his business partner. That particular saga didn't start fine, but at a particular point, it turned out to be the most perfect ending for every female character.

And I guess in my case, I was the female lead character that had played a huge role in that comedy drama.

Plus I enjoyed it. I always enjoy playing the gorgeous actress, most especially, a villainess character, which suits my identity.

Within a short period of time, I

started to feel sleepy, squinting at him, even as forcing myself to be

awake, while this human body was wanting to sleep, after improving from a fatal accident.

Plus his hand caressing my hair made the slumber intrude faster, taking away my vision and setting me right into a state of rest, in which my cognizance of the world was suspended.

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The next morning. I woke up to the sound of a gentle woman's voice that kept disturbing my peaceful sleep and wouldn't go away even when I had ignored her for a long while now.

Then, finally for what seemed approximately about lengthy minutes later. I got up in a rage and drove her out of the room and shut the door, then the atmosphere of my room was serene again.

I yawned as I stretched my hands and body, fully awoken, giving up on my sweet sleep, because I got a lot of makeover to do with this new body.

Eventually, I went to check out my looks at the dresser mirror, to see if it was still as pretty as the first time I spotted the face from that tall tower

But, unfortunately, when I looked into the mirror, I glimpsed a face quite different from what I had seen previously.

The face I saw looked like a creep, with a heavy bandage wrapped around the head, the body looking whitish and the face livid with bruises.

As my hands sharply rubbed against my face, I screamed at the top of my lungs, enough for those outside the apartment to hear and suddenly collapsed to the ground gaping up at the ceiling, while heaving in fear.

Subsequently, I heard thudding against the door of my apartment, but I didn't get up and pace, I just felt like lying there forever till I awoke from this bad dream.

How on Earth, a pretty face from moments ago had turned this bad? Was it as a result of the bad condition of the body and livid bruises, obtained from the hard slap of that termagant woman? Is this something that I can fix?

Just that moment, the door was broken open as the young man from earlier last night, who burst into the room and spotted me lying flat on the glazed floor.

He came over to me, along with the maid I chased away not long ago, whereas he quickly carried me up and placed me down to take a seat on my bed as he sat at the edge of the bed next to me, and ordered the maid to convey the tray containing my breakfast.

Then, he took the tray of warm espresso and loaves of toasted bread from her and placed it in front of me, he sighed sadly observing me.

"I shouldn't have left you out of my watch. But, I can't be around you all the time, that's why you need to recover faster," He said, turning the coffee in the mug with a weeny spoon.

Then, he dropped the spoon and said, "Eat up. You need some energy to regain yourself. Right. Never mind, I almost forgot that you don't understand me," He picked up the spoon to feed me.

But, it was awkward and so embarrassing for a person to try and treat me like a child. Because, It's something that I can't stand and in no means, gotta let it happen, even though I was reborn as an infant.

Still, at the same time I don't want anyone to find out that I was acting normal again. Perhaps, they would sharply agree that I've regained my reminiscence and I'll be compelled to behave like their Alexander, after which they might quickly discover that something is wrong if I failed to nonetheless recognise something regarding the owner of this body.

And it will no longer be what I desired for this saga, cause there's no fun in it, rather a failure and catastrophe.

Instead of acting like a sensible person, I threw away the tray of my breakfast to the ground as his face turned livid with shock.

"Alexander why would you threw_" He didn't finish his statement as he groaned frustratingly, possibly

in anger.

"Go away! All of you fucking scoundrel should got lost and let me be!!" I broke into an outburst of screaming as I drew backward from him to the other edge of the bed as if I was frightened of them and embraced myself shaking.

My acting was so vivid that I sighted the emotional dolor in his eyes of being mistaken for a bad person. Maybe, this was my actual role in this saga -- to act like a cunny loopy teenager.

In my mind my smile broadened, as I watched him get up to his feet, while the maid who was squatting down, cleared up the mess I made.

"It's fine if you don't want to have breakfast. You can starve to death for all I care!" He said angrily to me without raising his voice and walked away.

I knew deep down he wasn't gentle.

And at first when I laid my eyes on him, I sensed something more potent

in him than I had sensed in everybody else, not even the temperamental woman's anger could amount to that of his.

But, what made me doubt my feel

yesterday, was his sudden generosity towards me. Nevertheless, I wasn't fooled. Due to the fact that, when I sense something, I believe it's coming one day and right now he has proved my instinct right once more.

Shortly after, the maid also

departed and left me all alone inside the spacious room once again as I began to figure out what to do subsequently to regain my appearance, my powers, my attractions, cause soon I'll go stun the world with my good looks and get the attention I want.

Of course, that's me, I enjoyed being in the limelight. That's when I got the ideology so many years back when my supernatural beings came into existence, that beauty was the most prior attraction to entice humans.

Additionally, I concluded that tonight I'll sneak out of the mansion back to that tower and retrieve my necklace. Only then, will I begin this saga afresh with violent actions.

So, in advance, I started preparing for my first mission in this saga, while it's still early. Although, I don't need much more than training this weak body to adapt to my former skills as an interloper agent, since that's the major issue in this mission.

The tower is tightly secured by armed security men that were sturdy and large in size, wherefore it's usually difficult for me to just barge in there, saying, "I need to get to the rooftop and retrieve my necklace I forgot here days ago,"

In their mind, they would sharply conclude that I'm a thief and would throw me out straightaway.

Likewise, I wasn't down for that shit. So I packed up some useful objects like rope, rubber hand gloves and a unique pair of sneakers right into a backpack, since they were the only beneficial spy objects I found in this apartment.

Meanwhile, I was damn angry that there was no gun in this Godforsaken luxurious house or whatever. Then, I began to train so hard for the next few hours left, with simple items in the house to level up faster in skills.