I am the most wanted criminal, god of assassination known as death queen.

Being strong enough to kill an army of 80 well equipped soldiers or assassinating people like passing wind was not the only reason countries tried to capture me dead or alive. Poisoning, disguising, stealing, creating weapons, knowledge in bombs and secrets of top countries were what made them wary of me. Large bounty for my head or treasures offered just to capture me were not enough to bring me down.

No one dared to raise their head in front of my eyes that were red like blood shot rubies.

Albino snake with red eyes and silver hair, and cunning fox were other names I was used to. Killing, poisoning, stealing were some skills I had expertise from a young age. As an orphan and growing in a guild, my master taught me skills that I could use for my survival in this cruel world.

The world that abandoned me never deserved any sympathy or mercy. Humans are just beings who are selfish. Some care about their families while others just live for their own desires. Growing as an orphan, I never felt love or human warmth. Then why should I be someone who loves these selfish fellows?

Being a snake or fox for others never bothered me. My only aim in this live was to survive, be rich, never bow to others and live like a queen.

Death queen who had distinct red eyes that gave chills to anyone who gazed at them, and silver hair never showed her face to others. Wearing a black assassin suit and covering her face with a fox mask she went around stealing most precious jewels and murdering cruel authorities.

She killed brutally without any guilt. Why should she feel guilty for punishing these cruel and filthy humans who were the reason for many families never ending sorrow?

I never wanted to be venerated or called holy. I knew for others I am just a psycho killer, but that never matters to me.

For countries she was a cruel criminal who possessed great threat to their leaders and economy.

Continuous failures in capturing her lead the countries to unite and set a mission to capture her dead or alive. Meeting and discussions were held.

Finally one day she was informed by one of her assistants about a sapphire that was famous for its ancient magic. For modern society ancient magic was just myths while for death queen they were something she found interesting.

The news about this ancient sapphire known as 'The star of Adam' attracted her towards it.

She decided to steal it from country Z. Tight security was ensured in country Z where the museum for 'The star of Adam' was paced. The museum was in a deserted land, with no residential areas around 5km.

A winter night. I decided to steal this precious and famous jewel. Admiring it and keeping it for myself was something I wanted to do. A national treasure's owner was something interesting and worthy for me. No security agencies had the ability to keep their treasures from me. I easily entered the museum and got my hands on the sapphire. It was beautiful and had a special lighting on it. As I was admiring its beauty I saw a piece of paper placed on a table beside the jewel stand.

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Reading it "death queen, you finally fell into our trap. Good bye from this world. We unity of nations decided to bomb this city, just so that we could kill you, a growing threat for our nations. Thank you for trusting your assistant who is one of our men. From next life either live well or beware of traitors."

I soon realized all this was just a trap. I still hoped to escape from the clutches of the nations panning to bomb an entire city just to kill me.

*BOOM*

I heard a blast followed by consecutive blasts. Holding the sapphire in my hand I rushed towards the entrance. The doors were locked.

*blast* I saw a fire ball right in front of my eyes.

The warmth I never felt from anyone is now the reason I am dying. Fire, it is warm. The burning sensation soon started to fade. I saw a bright light coming from my hand that held onto the jewel.

It is calm and peaceful.

The calmness soon disappeared the bright fire I faced in my death was now fading. I felt darkness eating me up.

*Rattling*...

"Someone call the doctor hurry up!"

"Young miss, young miss can you hear me "-

I felt my eyelids heavy, I slowly opened my eyes. A young girl in her late teens stood beside me. Her face showed a worried expression. Her voice was soft, but burdening to my ears.

I already died, even if I am in hell, why is it so noisy?

My blurry vision soon cleared up. At once I came to my senses.

I was lying on a bed , my body felt heavy. The room looked luxurious. The ceiling had chandeliers made of jewels.

The dress I wore was covered in laces and jewels, it felt heavy. I understood, now I was a patient, but a patient wearing such a heavy dress was something I could never even think about.

As I was immersed in my thoughts of confusion about the present situation a hand slowly patted me.

"Young miss; Miss Can u hear me, are you alright?" -With a worried and scared expression the young girl asked.

Her voice was loud and my ears were ringing "stop shouting, I am not dead. Bring me a mirror first." I wanted to see myself, I wanted to confirm whether now I was a burnt human in death bed or did a miracle happen. I did not feel any pain or burning sensation. This confused me even more.

Looking into the mirror I saw an unfamiliar face.

She looked like a girl in her seventeen's or eighteen's. She had similar read eyes as mine. Instead of blood shot, they shined like real rubies. I could see hope in those red eyes, the hopeless blank eyes that were blood shot were the only memories I had of my eyes. Now seeing such a bright eyes made me wonder, how can a person's eyes shine so bright?

Her hair was silver with blue highlights. They flowed like white feather. Touching my hair it was smooth and soft like a cloud.

My skin was now soft like rose petals, slender nose and rosy lips. Blushed cheeks and pale snow skin.

My long silver eyelashes complemented the red eyes.

With sharp jaw lines and slender body that is as fragile as morning dew drops felt like it could break just with a touch. "

As I was seeing and familiarizing myself with this beautiful but unfamiliar new face of mine, the door swung open.

"My darling baby....boohoooo booohoooo .... My baby what happened? I heard you woke up.

Daddy missed you so badly when you fainted for 2 days. Daddy was so scared that I will lose you too. "

A man came rushing into my room and started crying.

He looks like a nobel, with a sturdy figure 6ft tall and, though a friendly expression, I knew his face was accustomed to expressing coldness.

I guess this man is the body's Father

"Helena my baby why are you so quiet what happened to you?"-The man asked.

"Helena? What is my full name?"I asked back.

"Helenaaaa, my child, what happened? Did you forget everything?

YOU ARE HELEN ROBERT MACKIL; The only heir to Mackil Dukedom" the man answered with a concern on his face.

"Whaaatttttttt!!!!"

"Helen Mackil, the villainess of the novel, I read?" I was so shocked that I blurted out without thinking twice.

"Baby! What are you telling? Villainess? "The man asked with a concerned face.

"Are you really Mr. Mackil one of the only three dukes of the Empire who rules over the trade centers?" I asked staring straight into his eyes.

"Yes yes, your father is a great duke. Haha hahaha hhaha "he laughed proudly

Am I really in the novel that I read before dying, that too I am the VILLIANESS???

What bull*hi*t?!

Helen -the death queen was now a "VILLIANESS"