The mighty Zaro felt the days like grains of salt slipping through a hole in his palm. He was aging and slowing, his once-legendary energy now a candle flickering in a draft. Knowing his name and legacy would end with him if he did nothing, he devised a pact about his will... a pact that would make history.
And that now was the center of Star's creation.
Zaro, king of Nethros, told his daughters that the richest of them all before he took his last breath would inherit his colossal wealth. But, he added, the one clever enough to unearth the will hidden inside the mysterious black box would seize not just his fortune but his very crown, becoming ruler of Nethros City.
He went further, claiming that the will in the mystery box was the wellspring of his power, the secret that made his vampire-hunting dominion spread across the globe like wildfire.
At this proclamation, chaos burst into the family like a poisoned blossom. The four sisters, each more cunning than a viper in velvet, fought for wealth, clawing and scheming, doing everything in their power to stay on top, even if it meant dragging a beloved sibling down into ruin.
The daughters were:
Aurelia Morris < "The Ruby Regent." The deadliest and smartest of them, her strategies dripped with scarlet precision.
Selene Morris < "The White Raven." Elegant, pale, and eerie, she played mind games that made allies question their own shadows.
Vera Morris < "The Black Orchid." A beauty with a venomous patience, she bloomed only to choke her rivals.
Cyntha Morris < "The Golden Viper." She glittered with charm but struck without warning, her smile a coil.
That was what the episodes drilled into viewers: the war between the four sisters.
The way they played and manipulated each other was so grand, so labyrinthine and bloody, that it turned the anime series into an obsession. Betrayals were painted in gold leaf. Alliances rose and fell like tides under a red moon.
Fans didn't merely "watch" it; they devoured it, episode after episode, as though each scene were an electric pulse. People argued online about their favorite sister, then groaned or even wept when she was outmaneuvered.
Memes flooded social networks; cosplayers built entire outfits for conventions. Critics hailed Star's show as "Game of Thrones with fangs and designer gowns."
Many would say, "You didn't just watch Star's anime... it hypnotises you"
It was the kind of series you couldn't start without finishing, and couldn't finish without begging for more.
The saga spiraled on until the very last part, the last episode. In that ultimate hour, everything became spicier and sharper, like a dagger dipped in pepper. This was the episode where Zaro would announce the daughter who would inherit his wealth. Just as he had decreed, the richest among them on that fateful day would receive his will.
The four sisters were gathered, trembling behind their jewelled masks. Each with secret ledgers, private armies, and poisoned smiles. It almost seemed as if the will hidden in the mystery box had been forgotten, but it had not, never for a second.
That part Star scripted a bombshell.
...
Zaro Morris had a few main things his daughters were all expecting from his will, the sacred treasures of inheritance, the juicy assets they were sure would have their names printed in shining gold.
The first was his main company, the beating heart of his empire:
VelvArc Media.
It was an urban, glossy empire that made people dream in high definition. VelvArc Media produced everything from blockbuster films to top-tier reality shows that had fans sobbing one minute and throwing popcorn the next.
Their slogan? "We don't just make shows... we make chaos look beautiful."
The company's headquarters towered over Nethros City like a glass crown, and the inside sparkled with the kind of wealth that made you instinctively check your wallet. The air even smelled expensive, something between coffee, ambition, and freshly printed contracts.
Now, Aurelia Morris, better known by her boardroom title The Ruby Regent, was sure beyond every doubt that this company was hers.
After all, she was the COO, running things while her father Zaro sat back sipping vintage wine and occasionally dropping inspirational quotes that made no sense. She was the one keeping the empire alive, the queen behind the curtain.
And she had faith. Iron faith. Concrete faith. Diamond-coated faith.
She believed the moment the will was read, Zaro would grin and say, "My darling Aurelia, the company is yours." She could already imagine the applause, the camera flashes, and the slow-motion hair flip she'd give while pretending to be humble.
Her father, of course, adored her work ethic. She was focused, sharp, and as elegant as a guillotine. If hard work had a face, it was hers, wearing red lipstick and stilettos.
The second treasure on the inheritance list was Zaro's other company, his casual side hustle, InkNest Publishing.
Now, InkNest was a smaller, bookish corner of his empire. A publishing house that smelled of fresh paper, spilled coffee, and a little bit of writer's desperation. It was the place where novels were born and editors cried.
Zaro didn't pay much attention to it, to him, it was just a "cute little business." But still, he was the CEO.
And this one was expected to go to Cynthia Morris, the Golden Viper, her last daughter.
Of course, she knew that one was hers. Her logic was simple, "I run it, I rule it."
Cynthia had a mind built for contracts and chaos. She was smart, charming, and dangerously persuasive, like a beautiful tax audit. She'd been handling InkNest as COO for years and naturally assumed her father would hand it over without question.
In her mind, the company was already hers. She'd even rehearsed her "Oh Father, I'm so honored!" speech in the mirror three times.
Then came the third coveted thing: the Crown.
Now, obviously, the twenty-first century didn't have kings or queens anymore, it had mayors. And yes, mayor was the right term, the glorious ruler of potholes and public complaints.
Still, Zaro Morris was known as the King of Nethros City, not officially, but socially, politically, and economically. His wealth alone could make the mayor wave whenever Zaro sneezed.
And his third daughter, Vera Morris, a.k.a. The Venomous Orchid, desperately wanted that crown, not for power, but for the fame that came with it.
She wanted the spotlight, the red carpet, the flashbulbs, she wanted to trend every week just for existing.
Unfortunately, Vera worked under her younger sister Cynthia at InkNest, which was basically her personal version of hell. Every time Cynthia gave her an order, Vera's blood pressure threatened to reach space.
"Why in the name of all that's glittery did Dad put her in charge?!" she would rant daily, tossing her hair like a furious telenovela star.
But her father had his reasons.
He knew Vera was… how do we put it politely? A hurricane in heels. A woman with a flair for the dramatic, a love for shortcuts, and a moral compass that sometimes went on vacation.
Give her too much power and the company would go from InkNest Publishing to Ashes and Regret Inc. in one week. She'd burn the company down just to sell the ashes.
Still, he loved her, truly. Zaro found her chaos entertaining. After all, every family needs one sibling that makes Thanksgiving awkward.
And then came the final grand prize: