Mystic Twins: Heirs to the Thornbound Curse
Prologue — Just a Game… Right?
Aetherion
Nyx, look at them. They’re gonna die again. 🙂
Nyxara
"Ugh… why do they always end up like that?" 😒
Nyxara
"They didn’t even do anything wrong." 😣
Aetherion
"They were just quiet… like us." 🥲
Aetherion and Nyxara sat side by side, watching the ending scene of Destiny by Fate on their tablet for the fifth time.
The Vaethiel Twins—Eirionox and Selyndraeth—
Framed. Feared.
Poisoned.
Dead.
Aetherion
“They deserve better" 😤
Nyxara
“If I could, I’d rewrite their ending.” 😔
They were twins.
Born in Australia.
Quiet at school.
Loud at home.
In sync. Always.
No one really knew them.
No one ever asked what they were thinking.
Maybe that’s why they liked the Vaethiel twins so much.
They understood what it felt like to be… unnoticed.
That night, everything changed.
A hike.
A snake.
Venom.
Just silence.
Then darkness.
When Aetherion opened his eyes again, everything felt… wrong.
He was small.
Too small.
His body wouldn’t move the way he wanted.
The room was unfamiliar.
Fancy.
Too bright.
Then—he heard a baby crying beside him.
Nyxara?
He focused.
And deep inside—
he heard her voice.
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
❝Aetherion… are you awake?❞ 💭
Eirionox Vaethiel
❝Yeah. What… what happened?❞ 💭
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
❝I think… we’re babies.❞ 💭
Eirionox Vaethiel
❝That’s impossible!?❞ 💭
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
❝No. Look at their faces. The people around us…❞
They stared, eyes wide.
The family… their clothes… their aura—
The Vaethiel crest.
The game.
The twins.
The curse.
Eirionox & Selyndraeth
❝No way… are we…?❞
❝Reborn… into the villainous family.❞ 💭
Only their thoughts echoed now.
Because their mouths… were too small to speak.
It wasn’t just a game anymore.
Part 1– The Scene That Never Happened
A week had passed since Aetherion and Nyxara opened their eyes in this world—not as players, but as the villainous twins of the Vaethiel Family.
They had already accepted the truth.
—This wasn’t a dream.
This wasn’t a second chance.
This was the beginning of the end—unless they changed the story.
And now, lying in their velvet-cradles surrounded by an eerie calm, they realized something strange.
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
“...This scene didn’t happen in the game.” 💭
Nyxara’s voice echoed in Aetherion’s mind, gentle but wary.
Eirionox Vaethiel
“I remember... in the game, our parents didn’t appear this early. And they never smiled like this.” 💭
Because in Destiny by Fate, the Otome game they once played, their parents—Nymireth and Aurelkar Vaethiel—were monsters cloaked in beauty and power. Beautiful, yes. Feared, even more. But never shown as loving.
The door creaked open like silk parting shadows.
Nymireth Vaethiel, the infamous Thorn of the Empire, entered the nursery with slow, regal steps. Her silver hair trailed behind her like moonlight stitched in threads, her beauty so perfect it almost felt unreal—like she stepped straight out of the game’s character design.
But behind those soft lips and kind eyes was a mind sharper than blades, colder than steel.
A scholar. A manipulator.
A woman no one dared cross.
Beside her came Aurelkar Vaethiel, cloaked in dark velvet and quiet authority. He was not just a noble. In the underworld of their realm, he ruled as the King of Shadows, master of the unspoken, the unseen.
They were both villains in the public eye, yet now… they looked nothing like how they were portrayed.
—Not ruthless.
Not cold.
But human.
Nymireth knelt beside Nyxara and gently lifted her in her arms. The newborn girl blinked up at her, sensing something unfamiliar—warmth.
Nymireth Vaethiel
“My little Selyndraeth" 🥰
Nymireth whispered with a smile that held more pain than joy.
Nymireth Vaethiel
“You’re more precious than the stars I once chased.” 😄
Aurelkar followed, cradling Aetherion like fragile treasure.
Aurelkar Vaethiel
“My son... Eirionox" 😊
His voice cracked as tears fell down his cheeks.
Aurelkar Vaethiel
“I’m so happy to meet you. Your mother and I… we may have done terrible things... but we’ll never let the same tragedy happen again.” 😄
Nymireth Vaethiel
“This time, we’ll protect you. Even if it means destroying everything.” 😁
And suddenly, everything shifted.
This moment—never existed in the game.
In the original story, the twins only saw cold gazes, distant voices, a fate already written in blood.
And when they died—framed, hated, and abandoned—their parents tried to avenge them.
They failed.
And they died too, consumed by grief and guilt.
Their parents carried them outside—into a garden laced with black lilies and silver-hued vines, where the air was soft and strange.
The wind whispered over their skin. The sunlight danced like memories.
They sat on a stone bench, holding them close, as if trying to make up for a lifetime lost in another timeline.
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
“Brother.” 💭
Nyxara’s voice returned in Aetherion’s thoughts.
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
“This isn’t like before. Why are they like this?” 💭
Eirionox Vaethiel
“Maybe… they remembered something too. Or maybe this world really is a little different.”
Aetherion’s" 💭
Aetherion’s eyes stayed sharp, alert—even in a baby’s body.
Eirionox Vaethiel
“Whatever it is, this might be our chance to change everything.” 💭
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
“Then we need to act before the original plot starts.” 💭
Eirionox & Selyndraeth
“We will.” 💭
They couldn’t speak aloud.
They couldn’t walk or fight or cast spells.
But they could observe.
They could remember.
And soon, they would move.
The story had already started—but this time, they weren’t just characters.
Part 2: The Scarlet Thread of Fate: Shadows Meet Before the Dawn
And yet, time moved like a whisper—swift, soft, and cruel. It felt like only moments ago when the world welcomed two fragile babes into the twilight of fate. But now, those very children—Eirionox and Selyndraeth—stood as figures cloaked in legends, carrying titles the empire dared not ignore.
Their beauty was untouched by time, still otherworldly—still breathtaking. They were now eight years old, but their presence belonged to something far older, far deeper.
They were not just heirs to the Vaethiel Family, sole Northeast Imperial branch.
They were legends reborn.
Eirionox bore the title: “Cold-Blooded Beast.”
From the age of three, he had wandered into the unlit corners of the Vaethiel Domain’s dark-type dungeon, alone... or so they thought. By his side, hidden in shadow, was Selyndraeth—now Archduchess, known across noble circles and criminal tongues alike as the “Poisonous Bloody Rosé.”
The dungeon held monsters from level 1 to 1000. It was a grave to many.
But to them?
It was training ground.
It was home.
This world—“Destiny by Fate”—had once been nothing more than an otome game. A game that sang of love triangles, heartbreaks, heroines, and noble male leads. Four common elements were known—Water, Fire, Earth, and Air.
Two rarer ones—Light and Dark.
And beyond them...
An element unknown, unnamed.
An element only the twins possessed.
They had stayed away from the center of the script.
Avoiding the heroine.
Avoiding the male leads.
Avoiding the spotlight.
They even kept their distance from the one destined to end the game—Theodora Nightshade, the villainess. The final boss. The Demon Empress in the making.
Fate had a wicked sense of humour.
That day, the twins were walking through the city under the veil of a commoner’s disguise. Selyndraeth wore a moss-green cloak; Eirionox matched her in dusky black. No one looked twice. No one recognized them.
That’s when Selyndraeth stopped.
Her eyes, cold and sharp, flicked toward a narrow alley.
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
“Eirionox,” 😀
Eirionox Vaethiel
“What?” 🤨
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
“Someone’s in trouble.” 😑
Without waiting for a reply, she moved—her footsteps soundless against the stone.
In the alley, a group of men towered over a small girl with long black hair. Her face was bruised, her back against the wall. She didn’t scream.
Selyndraeth’s pace never changed.
No hesitation.
No mercy.
In one clean motion, she kicked one of the men—hard.
He flew across the alley like a ragdoll.
The others turned. Confused. Angry.
They didn’t get the chance to act.
A second kick. A third.
One strike per man.
Each precise, silent, brutal.
When the last one hit the ground groaning, she turned to the girl.
Expression calm. Cold. Emotionless.
The girl looked up slowly, wide-eyed, trembling.
Her lips parted.
Theodora Nightshade
“T-Thank you…” 😣
That single word shifted something.
Selyndraeth’s frozen mask cracked.
A gentle smile—brief, genuine—touched her lips. It was rare. Almost unheard of.
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
“I appreciate that,” ☺
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
“Now, where are your parents? What are you doing out here? You look younger than me.” 🤨😑
The girl opened her mouth… then closed it again.
Hesitation.
But Selyndraeth noticed something.
There was only one name in all of Destiny by Fate’s twisted world with those eyes.
Selyndraeth’s gaze narrowed, but her voice remained soft.
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
“You don’t want to say it, huh?” 😒
Behind her, Eirionox arrived, his presence steady and unreadable. He scanned the girl once—then leaned in as his sister whispered in his ear.
They exchanged a silent look.
Then Selyndraeth turned back to the girl. Her smile returned—but this time, it was cold.
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
“Your name?” 🧐
The girl hesitated. Then stammered.
Theodora Nightshade
“...T-Theodora. Theodora Nightshade.”
Eirionox’s eyes flicked with unreadable light.
Selyndraeth gave the faintest nod.
They had made their decision.
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
“We’re Eirionox and Selyndraeth,” 😄
Eirionox Vaethiel
“We’re twins.” 😄
Theodora Nightshade
“Twins…?” 🙃
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
“We’re having lunch nearby,” 😁✌
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
“Would you mind coming with us?” 🤗
Theodora opened her mouth, unsure if it was a good idea—but before she could answer, Selyndraeth had already taken her hand.
Warm. Soft.
Theodora’s eyes widened.
Her chest… stung.
No—fluttered?
It was a strange feeling. A warmth that crept slowly to her cheeks.
She didn’t even protest as the twins ran, her hand held firmly by Selyndraeth.
For the first time in so long, she didn’t feel afraid.
Eirionox ran after them, keeping a careful distance. He had always let Selyndraeth take the lead when it came to emotional contact. She was better at it, even if her smiles were rare and her tone cold.
As he turned a corner, he bumped into someone.
Eirionox Vaethiel
“Ah. Sorry,” 😞
Eirionox said quickly, getting up.
The boy—probably his age—dusted his clothes.
Cassian Astraeus
“It’s alright.” 😅
Eirionox turned to leave but stopped mid-step.
Something about that face…
Beautiful grold eyes. Composed air. A noble presence hidden beneath commoner’s clothes.
Cassian Astraeus.
The third male lead.
Eirionox Vaethiel
What is he doing here? 💭
They hadn’t even met officially. Not yet. But Eirionox remembered every character the game introduced. Especially the important ones.
He didn’t speak. Just stared for a moment longer before walking away.
Cassian murmured to himself, watching the boy vanish into the crowd.
Cassian Astraeus
“He looked familiar.” 🧐
Fate, perhaps, had plans in motion.
It always did.
And it never asked permission.
At the restaurant, the trio sat at a quiet corner. The place was small, rustic, tucked in the outer ring of the city—known only to those who didn’t want to be found.
Theodora sat stiffly. She didn’t understand why they were being kind. Why two strangers—powerful, composed, enigmatic—offered her something as simple as a meal.
She wasn’t used to kindness.
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
“Is your food okay?” 🤨
Selyndraeth asked calmly.
Theodora Nightshade
“It’s good. Thank you.” 🤗
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
“You’re welcome.” 😁
Eirionox rested his cheek on his hand, watching her closely.
Eirionox Vaethiel
“You’re not from around here, are you?” 😒
Theodora Nightshade
“I ran away,” 🙂✌
Theodora confessed quietly.
Theodora Nightshade
“From the orphanage.” 😇
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
“Why?” 😑
Selyndraeth asked, her tone unreadable.
Theodora Nightshade
“They hated me. Said my eyes were cursed. That I was born to bring ruin.” 😕
The twins said nothing for a while.
Then Eirionox said something unexpected.
Eirionox Vaethiel
“They weren’t wrong.” 😆
Theodora flinched, but before she could react, he continued.
Eirionox Vaethiel
“But they didn’t understand it.” 😒
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
, “Power doesn’t make you cursed. What you do with it… that’s what defines you.” 😤
Theodora Nightshade
“You talk like you know me.” 😅
Selyndraeth sipped her tea.
Selyndraeth Vaethiel
“Maybe we do. Maybe we don’t.” 😌
Theodora’s hands trembled slightly.
Theodora Nightshade
“I don’t want to be the villain. I didn’t choose this.” 🙁
Eirionox Vaethiel
“Then don’t be,” 😒
The girl looked at him like he had just spoken a different language.
Theodora Nightshade
“But… what if I become her anyway?” 😞
Selyndraeth reached forward, taking Theodora’s hand once more.
Her touch was steady. Confident.
Selyndraeth and Eirionox
“Then we’ll stop you.” 😌
A silence fell between them. Not of fear—but of understanding.
For in that moment…
Three children sat beneath the sky.
And unknowingly…
A scarlet thread was tied between their fates.
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