Chapter 6: Envy's Poisoned Smile (Extended, Dark & Sexual)
Reina stood before the shattered mirror, the glass fractured like a spider's web, distorting her reflection into grotesque fragments. Each shard reflected a twisted version of herself—beautiful, broken, and ravenous.
Her eyes burned with a green fire that seemed to lick beneath her skin, a poison that spread from her gaze to her very bones. Envy was not just a feeling. It was a sickness, a living parasite feeding on her deepest desires and darkest resentments.
She traced a trembling finger over the jagged edge of the mirror, nails sharp and stained with old blood. Her breath came shallow, uneven, like a predator stalking its prey.
"Why them?" she whispered, voice low and dangerous. "Why do they have what I crave?"
Her body trembled with a twisted need—not just to possess what others owned, but to become it. To steal their beauty, their power, their love—no matter the cost.
Her skin rippled unnaturally as veins blackened beneath the surface, creeping like tendrils of shadow. Her fingers elongated, nails turning into razor-sharp claws that scraped against the cracked glass with a screech.
A dark hunger blossomed in her chest, twisting into a burning ache that spread like wildfire. She clenched her fists until the nails bit into her palms, drawing blood—her own sacrifice to the venomous god of envy.
She pressed her hands against the mirror, and suddenly the glass seemed to pulse beneath her touch, like a living heart.
The shards shimmered, and a whisper curled through the cracked reflections.
"Take it. Take everything."
Her lips curled into a venomous smile, sharp teeth gleaming. With a sudden, violent motion, Reina plunged her hand into her own chest, fingers sinking deep into the soft, quivering flesh.
Pain lanced through her, but she welcomed it—the only proof she was still alive, still hungry.
She tore free her heart, a dark, throbbing mass veined with black tendrils crawling like worms across its surface.
The crimson organ pulsed in her hand, dripping slick blood onto the floor. The poison of envy coursed through her veins, burning and twisting her body into something unrecognizable.
Her voice was a low hiss, wet and desperate. "If I can't have what they do... then I will become it."
Reina pressed the beating heart to her face, eyes closing as the poison seeped into her skin.
Her body convulsed, twisting painfully as the shadows took her, reshaping flesh and bone.
When she opened her eyes again, they gleamed with unnatural light—emerald flames of jealousy and desire.
She was no longer just a woman. She was a creature born of envy, thirsting for everything, satisfied by nothing.