Episode 1

Alana Rosental is an outgoing girl with long, blue-black hair and deep blue eyes. She is the daughter of Evans Rosental, a powerful businessman who was also known in his youth as one of the best sorcerers in the world. Alana inherited her beauty from her late mother and her powers from her father; fire is her magic. However, it is not something she brags about, nor does she flaunt her family's fortune. She enjoys her freedom, traveling the world, and having fun in different ways, including hunting beings that try to disturb the peace of defenseless people. Her life is perfect, despite lacking the love of her mother. Her father was always attentive to her and spoiled her by giving her all the luxuries within his reach, but he also taught her to be humble and kind to everyone.

Alana is engaged to Joan Black, her boyfriend of three years. She met him on one of her trips, and it was love at first sight for her. Joan was handsome, athletic, fun, very similar to her, and they had many things in common, so they soon made their relationship official, and two years later, they decided to get engaged. Now, they are just weeks away from their wedding, and almost everything is ready. It will be a grand wedding, or rather, the wedding of the year in Amatista, one of the wealthiest cities in the country of Violet.

"Alana, daughter, are you sure?" Evans Rosental asked, having summoned his daughter to his office to talk about the wedding that was just weeks away. He still had doubts about the marriage.

"Of course, Dad, we've already talked about this," she said, crossing her arms, sitting in one of the chairs on the other side of her father's desk. "Is it because of Joan's status? Dad, I know he doesn't come from a wealthy family, but he's the one for me. We have so much in common…" she said with a smile. Evans nodded in response.

"You know his status isn't important, at least not to me. The only thing that matters is that he makes you happy." He stood up and walked towards her. Alana smiled and stood up as well. "You are my precious little daughter." He hugged her, and Alana happily returned the embrace.

"Thank you, Daddy. I assure you that Joan is the ideal man for me," she whispered.

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Alana arrived home, living in a large mansion, the largest in the city, all due to her father's status. Not only was he a great man in business, but his past was also amazing, having been one of the most powerful sorcerers in the world. He could have become the ruler of the country of Violet, but he didn't want that title; he only wanted to be happy with his beloved family. She took out her phone and made a call. It rang for several seconds until her call was diverted.

"Why don't you answer?" She asked angrily, looking at the phone. She was about to call again, but she heard laughter coming from the living room. She walked towards the sound and found two women and a man.

"Oh! Alana," said the older woman with auburn hair and light eyes, wearing an elegant pink dress. Alana smiled and fixed her gaze on the couple sitting next to each other. The woman smiled tenderly, stood up, approached her, and hugged her.

"Hello, little sister!" she said, hugging Alana, a girl with short, shoulder-length brown hair and light eyes.

"Hello, Dana," she replied. Dana was the daughter of her stepmother Maritza, that auburn-haired woman. She looked at the man sitting there, Joan Black, her fiance. He approached her and smiled, showing his perfect teeth.

"Darling, I came to see you, and they told me you weren't here. Maritza and Dana have been kindly keeping me company," he said. Dana stepped away from her sister, and Joan took the opportunity to kiss her on the cheek.

"Okay, I was with Dad," the girl replied, looking at her fiance. Joan was a handsome blond with blue eyes, tall, and slender. Of course, he had muscles, but not too many. He came from a noble family; his parents were magic teachers.

"Oh, really?" Maritza asked, surprised by the response, as Evans and Alana could have chatted at home.

"Oh, little sister, I was telling Joan that we are very excited about the wedding," Dana said, still close to them. Dana was 23 years old, only two years younger than Alana. Her father married Maritza when she was fifteen. At first, she felt a little uncomfortable because the wedding had brought consequences to her small, happy family, but over time, she got used to it. Dana started calling her "little sister," claiming that she always wanted to have one, although, for Alana, the relationship with Dana was only superficial. She didn't feel like they were really sisters at heart.

"Yes, I think we all are. Do you need any help with anything, dear?" Maritza asked, approaching elegantly.

"No, thank you, everything is ready," Alana quickly replied. She refused from the beginning to have the help of those two women. Maybe she accepted her father's marriage, but not them completely. She respected them and gave them their place, but she never felt their love as family.

"Well, we'll leave you alone," Maritza said, taking her daughter by the arm, and they left the living room.

"What's wrong?" Joan asked, seeing his fiancee somewhat upset.

"Nothing, you know I don't fully like them." She walked with him to the sofa, where they sat down.

"They are part of your family, Alana," he said, taking her hands. Alana sighed. That was the only thing she didn't agree with Joan on, but she didn't care. She wouldn't start a conversation that wouldn't lead anywhere. "Hey, wait…" Joan said, looking around. Alana was sitting astride him, placing her hands around his neck. "Alana, they might see us," he said, frowning.

"Don't worry… it will be quick," she said playfully, as she leaned in to kiss him. Joan responded hesitantly, placing his hands around her waist.

"No," he pulled away abruptly. Alana almost fell to the ground. She sighed heavily and looked at him. "We must behave in your house," he warned. Alana crossed her arms. Joan had become too reserved lately. Before, the place wasn't an impediment to having sex.

"Well… let's go to my bedroom." She approached him and pulled him by the arm. Joan began to laugh. He approached her and kissed her lips.

"Darling, I'd love to, but I have to go see my parents," he said, showing his phone, a message from his father summoning him in half an hour to a certain place. Alana frowned.

"Fine, shall we see each other tonight?" she asked. Joan thought for a moment and then nodded. He said goodbye with a long kiss, provoked by her, and then left.

Alana watched her fiance leave and quickly went to her bedroom. It had been days since she had sex with Joan, and they had both been busy with the wedding and other things. She lay down on the bed, looking at the ceiling, feeling really frustrated. Since they met, sex was something normal between them, and she loved it. She felt like their bodies complemented each other, plus she loved him so much. She sighed, brought her hands to her crotch, and began to caress herself. Her excitement began to grow, and she gasped Joan's name. Someone knocked on the door, to her bad luck. She groaned frustrated, got up, and opened it angrily.

"Miss, your dress has arrived," said one of the employees. Alana's anger vanished. She let them in with the expensive dress; she was excited.

She looked at the dress; it was white, although she didn't want that color, Joan wanted it that way, but she didn't care, the design was perfect. She took her phone and sent a message to her beloved, telling him that she already had the dress. He only replied with an "Ok," she frowned, but maybe it was because he was with his parents.

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Evans Rosental was on his way home. Despite his status, he rarely had bodyguards; he didn't like it; he felt uncomfortable, but that night, it might have been the best thing. He braked sharply; in front of him was a hooded man. Evans got out of the car. It was raining. He watched the man stand in the middle of the street.

"What do you want?" Evans asked, taking off his jacket. Despite being an older man, he still maintained a good physique. The enemy man didn't respond; he just attacked.

Evans began to dodge the man's attacks. His speed increased with each attack, so the man didn't hesitate to use his element to counterattack. Fire surrounded his fists, which didn't go out despite the heavy storm. His blows went through the man, who ended up being defeated in a couple of minutes. Evans sighed, approached him to make sure he was still alive, as he needed to interrogate him. He had enemies; he knew it, but it was strange that they attacked him. Being close to the man, he lowered his guard when he tried to take off his hood and felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down; the man had stabbed him with a golden dagger. He spat out a large amount of blood, while the hooded man got up, pulled out the dagger without mercy, and watched as the man fell to the ground bleeding to death. He remained there until Evans Rosental was lifeless.

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