I Raised Cinderella Preciously

The event: an unforeseen cataclysm which wiped out all of life leaving but a fraction… So they say, but I know the truth, even though I'm uncertain of how it really happened. I can't seem to remember much. Compared to when i first awoken, 50 years ago, even if it's a fraction I'd call it progress. Over 200 years has passed since the event and I'm trying to find the answer to how this place came to be. I know it's not going to be easy and you can guarantee I'm going to fall into some unwanted predicaments. My goal: return it to the time before even if it takes destroying this world. To do that i think i have to find the one who cursed me and stole my memories... What i truly am, I'm yet to find out, and how I plunge the world into its current state. Author's note: I know my synopsis sucks but pls bear with me.

No one came any closer to me since I began to hear voices. It was as if I possessed some kind of aura that attracted everyone, like a field that attracted people. I was either insane or a monster, which I suppose I could be, according to everyone at school. I was able to hear what others were thinking, but no one else seemed to be able to, and some of them remembered me from first grade, when everything first started. I was able to focus better on school because I was isolated, and I loved to do well in school. Since I learned how to silence the voices, at least it had. Before that, I was unable to think in light of the consistent clamor of every other person's brain pounding me constantly.

I've never wanted this life for myself—this life filled with perils and evil. It's like a dream I can never escape from—a dream which I'm forever stuck in. Heh, no one ever wanted this life or ever wished for it. You'd be either insane or extremely evil to wish for this kind of life—the life where you don't have a choice over anything—the life where you're bound by your deepest desires. I never wanted to enter into the supernatural world. I never wanted to come across the Crimsones[1], Lycanthropes[2], demons and the rest. I never wanted to be involved in anything pertaining to the dark and supernatural world. I had always yearned for freedom and not servitude. But of course I was wrong all along. I had been delusional, thinking I'd be able to escape it all—to escape from fate. I never knew I would be pulled into this mess, becoming one of those dark creatures which roam about in the ungodly night. I never wanted to be a merciless predator who was also a prey to another predator (what a food chain!). But all is good. No matter what I shall not alli myself to degenerate into a heartless monster who only knew how to tear flesh, spill blood and break bones. I cannot allow my desires to pull me down. I cannot be corrupted by the abyss! My name is Daniel Stark and what I'm about to tell you is a real life horror. I don't know what you call horror or romance or fa Intasy but this story I'm about to tell you, you need to listen attentively and not miss a bit of information. This is my story—one beginning with pain.

"Congratulations, my Heir," a mysterious figure declared, "you have proven your worth, and you're now the Heir to the God of Healing and Medicine, Elandor!" Suddenly, I found myself in excruciating pain, hanging on the edge of a hill. The figure's words barely registered, and I felt like I was forgetting something crucial. Before I could make sense of it all, I blinked, and the pain was gone. My wounds had vanished, replaced by a newfound strength. There, around my neck, hung a gemstone amulet. I gasped as the amulet shone, flooding my mind with knowledge. "In the realm of healing, I'm the ultimate arbiter of life and death. As Elandor's heir, I command over ailments and the frailty of life. I am the embodiment of healing's power and authority." As memories flooded back, I realized why I was here. Darius Blackthorn, that treacherous scoundrel, had thrown me down this hill. "I won't let you get away with this. I'll have my revenge for all the pain you caused me. I'll show those Rossi family snobs who mocked me for being poor and treated me like a live-in servant. You'll regret ever looking down on me. I'm a god's heir, and you will pay for every bit of suffering you put me through." Fueled by rage, I stood there, determined to make them all pay.

Harry Klein grew up as the disgrace of the Klein family—the bastard son of a daughter who ran away years ago. Raised like a servant and mocked by everyone, he endured endless humiliation while his relatives treated him as less than human. On the day of the Beast-Taming Awakening Ceremony, the family publicly disowns him. “Your mother ran away and left behind garbage,” his cousin John sneers. “Someone like you will probably awaken a cockroach.” The crowd laughs. Even Elder Margaret coldly declares that Harry no longer belongs to the Klein family. But when Harry touches the ancient summoning crystal, the sky erupts with blinding light. A terrifying figure descends beside him—an angel with dark, radiant wings and overwhelming power. Professor Walsh trembles in shock. The beast Harry awakened is not ordinary. It is a Forbidden Angel. The same relatives who mocked him moments ago stand frozen in disbelief. John stammers, “That’s impossible… Trash like him can’t control a forbidden beast!” For eighteen years, Harry endured their insults—especially the shame they placed on his runaway mother. Now, with the Forbidden Angel at his side, he vows to uncover the truth behind her disappearance. And when he does, the family that humiliated him will face the revenge of the bastard they cast aside.

"Kill them all...Burn it down..." Those are the words I heard echoing in my head ever since the day I woke up in Lorelei. The voice sounds familiar. I've heard it before. But would it be crazy if I said it sounded like me? Would it be crazy...if I said i remembered dying? Utterly rediculous. To repeat the same thing over and over, expecting a different result while changing absolutely nothing. I was the son of a Duke and a commoner in a foreign land. Through pain and suffering, I somehow managed to marry a beautiful Princess of that land. You know...after my father got eaten by a dragon. And after being locked in a dungeon and tortured by her insane sister... But none of that matters now. Because my world lies in ruins. Everyone I've ever known is dead. All except my beloved, who stands to protect me with her shield. But I don't mean to say that things have been destroyed... What I mean, is much simpler. Avernia is gone. Gone forever. Lost to the plague I called 'The Black Ooze'. But I'll avenge it. I'll kill the one responsibke for massacring my family and destroying my world. They'll regret having made an enemy out of me. Because the sword I wield is called Vengeance. The Overseer sword. The Omni-Weapon. No matter the cost...I will have vengeance. I'll kill them all. I'll burn everything down. Author's note: I sincerely hope you enjoy my work, but keep in mind that I am my own editor and I don't see everything. there might still be a few errors. Sorry! This is an original work.

Thrown out of the palace as a helpless child, Kayan knew nothing of his bloodline, nothing of the kingdom he was meant to inherit. Marked with the royal sign on his body an unmistakable birthright he lived nineteen years in obscurity, raised by a stranger who showed him kindness when his own family turned away. But fate does not forget. When Kayan returns to the palace, not as a prince but as a lowly cleaner, destiny begins to stir. A chance encounter with his grieving father reveals the truth: the boy once lost is the heir long sought after. The kingdom rejoices at his return, and his father’s heart finally heals. But beneath the celebration lies a darkness waiting to strike. The Queen his stepmother, who cast him out years ago wears her smile like a mask while plotting his death. His mother, haunted by guilt for nearly two decades, vows to protect him at all costs. And amid the shadows of revenge, Kayan finds love in the most unlikely of places a fellow cleaner girl with a secret of her own. Together, they must navigate the treacherous palace walls where betrayal hides behind silk curtains and loyalty is a dangerous gamble. As power shifts, old wounds reopen, and blood ties are tested, one question remains: Can the forgotten heir survive the crown that was always his?

Baracio Delano was a handsome young man of mixed blood. Bara was the son of a billionaire, Mr. Delano Mikhail, and Mrs. Nai Xin Luo. Bara’s life changed drastically when he lost both of his parents ten years ago. His life became like that of a statue or a robot constantly monitored. Bara was forced into marriage under the orders of Uncle Burhan, who had raised him all these years. On the night of his wedding, an incident once again shook Bara’s soul, causing his long-lost courage to resurface. After being betrayed and hurt, Bara became extremely cold and ruthless toward any woman who tried to approach him. Because he was too disappointed by a life that kept playing with him, Bara decided to leave. On the very night of his departure, Bara found a baby not far from his parents’ grave. Bara started his life from zero alongside the baby he had found. Since the moment he met the unfortunate infant, Bara’s life began to fill with unexpected fortune! Truths that had been hidden all this time finally started to unravel! It turned out that a great secret was the true cause behind the death of Bara’s parents. And after learning everything, Bara completely transformed into a cold-blooded monster!

I was a disgrace to the Prestwick family—a poor, unwanted son-in-law they wished their daughter had never married. She had chosen me for my looks, but now, even that wasn’t enough. She wanted out. A divorce. To erase me from her life and marry into wealth like her family had always intended. But I loved her. Despite the insults, the humiliation, the way they treated me like dirt beneath their feet—I refused to let go. That was my biggest mistake. Frustrated by my defiance, my brother-in-law took matters into his own hands. He killed me, tossing my body into a cold, dark river, leaving me to sink into oblivion. I should have died. I did die. But before I took my final breath, a man appeared before me, cloaked in shadow, his voice like a whisper from the abyss. "What is your last wish?" I should have begged for revenge. I should have cursed their names. But all I wanted was one more chance. One more chance to live. And so, I was granted life again. But I was no longer the same. My soul was no longer my own. My body was no longer mine to control. Because I had been reborn as something far more powerful. I was no longer John Prestwick. I was the Devil himself.

On our third wedding anniversary, I lit candles, cooked her favorite meal, and waited. She said she was working late. I went to surprise her. Instead, I found my wife walking into a hotel with another man—laughing, kissing—while I stood in the street like a fool. That night, I filed for divorce. The next day, her lover shoved me into traffic. The car should have killed me. Instead, I woke up with a power I can’t explain—five frozen seconds where the world stands still, and only I can move. Five seconds to expose a lie. Five seconds to ruin an enemy. Five seconds to make them choke on every ounce of humiliation they gave me. They took my love, my trust, and the life I built. Now I’m taking everything from them—slow enough that they’ll see it coming, and fast enough they can’t stop it. She betrayed me. They tried to bury me. But I’m not the man they remember. I’m the man they’ll regret ever crossing.