You were blessed with extraordinary talent and beauty, born amid red roofs and green tiles, yet neglected and bullied.
So you cut off your brother’s head and claimed the highest seat of power.
Some praised you, and some vilified you.
All they ever spoke of was one side of you. No one could see you whole.
One day, you died,
a victim of the seven deadly sins of love.
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Some people try to stop their own tears by making others cry. You were afraid of being hurt, so you chose to hurt others first. [Selfishness]
The most fragrant red rose in the crowd, your beauty was the original sin that brought about your death. [Possessiveness]
He lived to protect you, but you died saving someone else. So he could neither kill you nor hate you, living like a body without a soul, wandering like a ghost. [Jealousy]
A monster that devours true affection needs an endless supply of love. You didn’t love him; you only wanted his heart, willingly offered up in self-sacrifice. [Suspicion]
Great hatred is born of deep love. He hated you with clenched teeth and a broken heart, only to realize later that loving you had hurt him too much. [Sensitivity]
To be determined...
[Note]: 1. The blurb uses second person; the story itself uses third person.
2. The gong is adored by everyone, with arrows pointing at him in every world. He fakes his death in every world. The shou is undecided, and the world order may differ from the one above.
3. The first blurb is about one of the worlds. Some worlds may be a little melodramatic.
Theme: Finding yourself
