After the Succubus Disguised Herself as an Angel

Alisa received a mission to transmigrate into a book and win over the holy, aloof God of Light.

The System chose an identity for her that would bring her as close as possible to the God of Light: an angel.

Who could have guessed that something would go wrong while she transmigrated?

She became a succubus from the Dark faction.

Alisa: That's fine. I think I can still keep a low profile.

She dyed her wings and infiltrated the angels. She clocked in at the Temple of Light every morning, then returned to the demon realm to serve the darkness at night.

The God of Light saw through the succubus's clumsy disguise at a glance.

But when he noticed that his nemesis and biological brother, the God of Darkness, seemed to care about her, the God of Light decided to let her stay by his side for the time being.

Later, Alisa not only succeeded in winning over the God of Light, but also made the God of Darkness go completely mad for her.

Even the Supreme God, creator of all things, lowered his gaze for her and planned to take her as his divine queen.

God of Light: "Father, you mustn't let her bewitch you."

God of Darkness: "To have her all to myself, I don't mind crossing swords with Father and my elder brother."

Alisa rejected the story's bizarre direction, but the gods looked at her with undisguised possessiveness.

Cover artist, with permission: Huayuan-mayu

Coming soon: After the Villainess Faked Her Death

Vivian, who had transmigrated into a fantasy comic, suddenly remembered that her devoted knight would become a mad tyrant in the future.

At that moment, she was diligently maintaining her villainess persona, looking down at him from above.

His hair was disheveled, and there was a streak of blood on his cheek. Intricate, eerie dark markings covered his beautifully defined chest and his lean, powerful lower back, confirming his future identity as a villain.

Thinking of all the things she had done to him, Vivian was sure he would kill her once he ascended the throne. She gave up even her identity as a nobleman's daughter and fled under cover of night, faking her death.

She went to the empire's border, living under an assumed name. Life there was peaceful enough.

One day, a minstrel passed through and performed a song about him.

The wandering royal heir had now been crowned king, and the whole continent sang of his glory.

Everyone knew that His Majesty the Emperor had no interest in women and carried an irreplaceable moonlight in his heart. She was gentle and kind, and had saved him when he was down on his luck. She was the warm light in his dark night.

Her name was Vivian, the very embodiment of all that was good.

Vivian: That's not me! I didn't do that! Don't make things up!

Later, a demon army invaded the empire's borderlands. Vivian couldn't escape and huddled in the ruins, trembling.

A stone shifted above her head. Thinking it was a demon, she clutched her shoulders in terror.

But what appeared before her eyes was a long, strong hand, and a pair of deep, icy eyes that somehow seemed familiar.

The handsome, towering knight lifted the frail girl in his arms. He held a sword in one hand, his crimson cape billowing behind him.

Every demon in his path fell beneath his blade.

"My empress, I've come to take you home."

"I'm not your empress..." Vivian murmured in the knight's arms, trying to argue.

He lowered his eyes and gazed at her reverently. His deep voice could not hide its tenderness. "My lady, would you come home with me?"

Theme: Keep hope in your heart and never give up