Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

[Day of the Engagement.]

[Segyal Household.]

As the giant planet of Lumina loomed over the sky, the Segyal Household once again was lively.

People of all different races walked inside the mansion with gifts in their hands.

It has been a sensation throughout Lumina and Akasha since the engagement was announced.

It was a well-known fact that vampires and Elves hate each other to their core.

And despite that, there was a wedding happening between them.

Even though the groom wasn't an elf, it didn't stop people from gossiping.

"You think they are doing it for something big?"

A werewolf in the guest whispered to his friend.

"Are they trying to get together so they can—."

"Shh, don't say it out loud," his friend said, his voice low. "I heard the Heir of Segyal household is getting forced."

"Really!?"

"Shh."

There had been a lot of speculation between the people but none spoke it out loud.

A marriage alliance between two of the oldest houses wasn't a good sign for anyone.

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Vampires being originated from the same blood as Elves have a great amount of pride.

They also follow the same custom for engagement as the elves but with their own twist.

They have a unique set of things that they care about during the engagement.

The full view of Lumina in the night was one of the cases.

Siersha looked out of her window as she looked at the sky.

She wore a red gown that completely covered her body, the material soft and beautiful.

There were no accessories, no tiara, no earrings.

Her eyes stayed fixed on the sky as if waiting for a sign that would never come.

There were many people in the room helping her get ready.

Her aunt, Elise and her mother were the ones who were supervising it.

Ayamoi didn't look happy with the arrangement but she remained silent.

Her soft eyes looked at her daughter with tenderness.

Elise on the other hand was being as mischievous as she could.

Teasing Siersha on every occasion she got.

"Is there something that's bothering you?" Ayamoi asked, staring at her daughter's lifeless face. "Siersha?"

The vampire turned to look at her mother as she shook her head. "Nothing, I am just wondering…."

Elise raised her brow. "What?"

"If this is a dream," she replied, looking back at her reflection in the mirror.

Elise smiled brightly as she walked forward and pinched her cheek. "It's not a dream."

"Ow…" she muttered, rubbing her face.

Ayamoi let out a soft breath, her voice gentle. "You don't have to do this if your heart isn't in it."

"I know," Siersha replied, her voice quieter now. "But I don't hate him."

"That's not the same as loving him," Ayamoi said.

Siersha glanced back at her mother. "Do I have a choice?"

Ayamoi wanted to speak but she couldn't.

In the Velentine household, only one person controls everything and that is Edwin.

Whatever he says has to be done and no one can speak against him.

Since the start he has made his image of a man that can't be refused.

"I don't know what I feel," Siersha finally admitted.

"But I know he's not someone who would hurt me. And right now… that's enough."

Siersha barely contained her smile but she kept her act in front of her mother.

Ayamoi looked at her daughter with a complex expression.

She didn't know how to comfort her daughter. "Just promise me one thing," she finally said.

Siersha turned. "What is it?"

"If there ever comes a time… when you need to choose between duty and yourself… choose yourself."

That took Siersha by surprise. She didn't know how to answer, but she nodded anyway.

"Can I get a few minutes alone?" Siersha asked, looking at them.

"Just don't cry," Elise said. "You will ruin your makeup."

Elise nodded and moved out with the others, leaving her alone.

There was silence for a while as she kept on staring at her reflection.

Finally, it was broken by a voice. "Are you having fun?"

Siersha looked to her side and noticed a girl sitting on the bed.

She looked just like her but younger and more stoic.

Siersha smiled as she called Olivia closer. "Come here."

The little girl gave her a look but moved closer.

Siersha grabbed her and made her sit on her lap. "Geez, you have grown a little."

Olivia didn't say anything as she leaned on her mother's embrace.

"I don't understand you," she said, glancing at Siersha. "Which part of it is fun?"

Siersha chuckled softly, resting her chin on Olivia's shoulder.

"None of it is fun," she admitted. "But if I want a desirable outcome, I need to do this."

Olivia didn't say anything as she looked at her in the mirror.

"I remember your first engagement," she said, her voice soft. "It was a disaster."

"I don't remember anything," Siersha gave her a curious look. "But what actually happened?"

"Father's first wife came to stop it," she replied, grumbling softly. "They had to stop everything because of her."

"Well, what can I expect from an elf," Siersha replied, chuckling. "They always envy others' happiness."

Olivia tilted her head. "Do you think she'll come again?"

"I would kill her if she does," Siersha smiled faintly. "My engagement is due for too long now."

There was a moment of silence as Olivia leaned against her again.

Siersha gently rubbed her head as she looked at her face.

"I wish Christina was here," Siersha said, before sighing. "It would be even more happy if Senara was here."

"You want to make them feel jealous, don't you?"

"I do but…" Siersha paused as she looked at her face.

"I think Christina would be genuinely happy for me, can't be so sure about Senara."

Olivia gave her a skeptical look. "Christina? Really?"

Siersha nodded. "Well, I hope she would be."

"And Senara?"

Siersha sighed, a soft laugh escaping. "Senara's different. She doesn't like losing…"

Olivia pulled her knees up on the bed, her voice sarcastic. "Well, rejoice, Shyamal is going to attend the engagement."

"Ah, fuck that attention-seeking whore," Siersha grumbled, wrinkling her nose. "She had to come, doesn't she?"

Olivia grumbled underneath her breath. "You are one to talk, attention seeker."

"What did you say?"

"Aren't you two supposed to be best friends?" Olivia asked, changing the subject. "Why the hate now?"

"Well, we are supposed to," she replied, her voice soft. "Not yet though."

Olivia remained silent for a while as she glanced up at her mother figure.

"How long does father have?" she asked softly.

Siersha's smile faded as a look of helplessness appeared on her face.

"Three months," she replied, her voice barely audible.

Olivia didn't respond right away.

She just stared down at her hands, her brows quietly furrowed.

"Three months…" Olivia repeated in a whisper.

Siersha didn't let her mood plummet down as she slowly stood up, placing Olivia down.

She adjusted her dress, careful not to wrinkle it too much.

"Is Mother-in-law also coming?" she asked, glancing down at her.

"…Yes," Olivia replied, nodding her head. "She should be here soon."

Siersha drew in a deep breath as she readied herself.

"This is going to be a long night."

A knock came at the door.

"Lady Siersha," a maid's voice called. "It's time."

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'Urgh.'

I let out a muffled groan as I looked at myself in the traditional elven dress.

Despite me being a fallen angel I had to follow the traditions of stupid elves.

Meaning I had to wear this stupid-ass dress that made me feel more uncomfortable than being in hell.

'Well, I am more or less immune to be there.'

[<Not a good thing, I must say.>]

'Yeah, Yeah.'

Aimar, Elijah, and Amaury stood inside the room with me.

Aimar let out a soft whistle. "Low key, even in this shitty ass dress he looks kinda cool."

"I agree," Elijah replied, seriously nodding his head. "You look great."

Amaury out of peer pressure added. "Yes."

"Would I smash?" Aimar mumbled, stroking his chin like he has a beard. "Yes."

Safe to say he is here only to make vulgar comments.

I turned to give Amaury a look. "Who the fuck allowed you in?"

The werewolf scoffed, glaring at me. "Oh, shut up. We are your only friends."

"Yeah," I said, looking away. "Whatever."

Aimar threw an arm around my shoulder, ignoring my death glare. "C'mon, it's your big day, man. Lighten up a little."

"I'm getting engaged, not going on a vacation," I muttered, trying to pull the collar of the outfit away from my neck.

"This thing feels like it's choking me."

"It is choking you," Elijah said helpfully. "There's a ribbon tied too tight at the back. Want me to loosen it?"

"Touch me and I'll dropkick you."

He raised his hands in surrender, amused.

Amaury leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.

"You know, you've been sulking since morning. For a guy about to get bound to a hot vampire noble, you're surprisingly moody."

"I'm not sulking," I replied, flatly.

"You are," all three of them said at once.

I ignored them and turned to the mirror again.

The ceremonial robes were a mix of white and silver, laced with golden embroidery.

A traditional elven wear, customized for the occasion, and something I would never wear again after today.

[<Yeah…I highly doubt that.>]

'Remind me to exorcise you one day.'

[<You can't do that.>]

Aimar stretched. "So, what's the plan for after this whole show? I wish they have good chicken."

A knock came at the door. "Sir, the ceremony is in a few minutes. You are expected at the garden steps."

I let out a sigh as I looked at the others.

They gave me a nod and began to walk out of the room.

Just when I looked at the mirror for one last look….

'Hmm…?'

[<You noticed it?>]

'…Yeah.'

I felt a presence of a demigod.

The same demigod that attacked me when I kidnapped Vadanis.

But….

That wasn't what surprised me.

It was the mana signature of someone who was walking along with him.

[…Is she really?>]

'Yep.'

I confirmed as I found the twisted mana around her uncomfortable.

'….She also came here, huh?'

The Princess of House Atretic…

….And The [Main Heroine] in the Third Game.