Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Kuroshitsuji.
Wordcount: 1,262
Pairing: Alois Trancy x OC
Rated: M
Based on the story of the Beauty and Beast.
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Beauty and the Beast -
Prologue. – Once upon a winter -
"Once upon a time there a young prince lived in a shining castle.''
24th December 1892, London
The December month lived up to its expectations. The winter had been much more punctual than the previous years, bringing with her a huge white blanket to cover the capital of England in it. Or better said it was almost as if all was happening to spite the young Earl Trancy. Winter was his least favourite winter.
Even from the first week of December it started snowing, with such ferocity that it felt as if it was impossible to hide from the falling snow. It keeps on falling and over again much to the anger of the blonde noble-man. One day of snow falling continuously was enough to create chaos on the streets of London. Travelling became an impossible feat and many business men were forced to cancel all of their appointments that required them to leave abroad, no, to leave their manors.
Yet despite that, he only seemed the only one feeling so spited by the cold weather. The frustration of every other business men that the Earl Trancy was supposed to be talking affairs with was quickly brushed away by the spirit of holidays. Alois Trancy snorts whenever he hears someone talking about it. That's why he hates winters so much, particularly December.
People get insane about this bloody spirit of Christmas. Children grow ecstatic at the idea of the upcoming Christmas, each hopeful they'll get their wished present.
Decorations are everywhere, and the noble families suddenly don't race anymore on which one is financially better but which one will offer to its family the best Christmas. It's a subtle competition, during which the noble families try to prove that they have the spirit of Christmas.
Everyone suddenly becomes saint. It makes him sick to his stomach.
"Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish and unkind.''
It makes him sick to his stomach whenever he sees all those jolly people filling the snow-covered streets of London, enjoying winter and all sharing a mutual happiness he cannot understand. Or feel for that matter.
What is the point of Christmas? What was the point in celebrating with so much happiness the end of fear, believing in fat old men dressed in red and riding flying sledges pulled by flying reindeers all around the world to give children gifts? No, that is wrong. Santa Clause gives presents only to the good children and charcoal to the naughty ones.
Pale, thin lips pulled back in a smirk. If the story was true indeed, then he would be bathing in and eating only charcoal right now.
No one really wants to talk business anymore, especially as the days pass and Christmas approaches. Only the ones who don't have families, who don't have a manor filled with bright decorations and a huge tree filled with everything that inspires that damned spirit of Christmas.
People like him.
"Cruel and narcissistic.''
It is no secret that the Trancy Estate never filled with decorations during winter holidays. It is no secret to anyone that the young inheritor of the ever-growing fortune of Trancy family hates Christmas. The same way that there is no secret to anyone about how many people actually loathe Alois Trancy.
Young and money-thirsty.
Cruel and cold, with no absolute mercy or pity for anyone, whose personality shifts as quickly as a shadow from the polite and childishly-cheerful one he usually shows to the people he interacts with, to the selfish and dark and cruel personality. His real face, many whisper.
"Greedy.''
It's a taboo. No one would ever dare to say all those horrible things in his face. They only say it in whispers, gossip and rumours spreading around just like the cobweb of a poisonous spider. Alois Trancy is in the middle of that cobweb. He had always been nothing more than a butterfly with ripped wings caught in the spider's net, forever trapped in darkness.
There is nothing for him out there. Nothing and no one.
"He was as rich as any ordinary man would dream of being. Yet, money weren't enough. He wanted more. More of something. Something that was missing in his life but he was ignorant of.''
He is nothing more than an extremely wealthy man. During balls, during meetings, during every other events he participates most often as either host or honour guest, he is viewed as the mysterious, and complex seventeen years old boy who had came back from the death after many years when he was thought to be dead.
Despite how cold and cruel the people really label him, they still eat from his palm. Because he is Earl Trancy. Women are attracted to him because of his looks and seemingly cheerful and polite personality.
It's all a charade.
There is no secret that Alois Trancy does not have a heart. He cannot love. And he cannot be loved. It's too late. No one has ever showed him love, not even the demon whom he had had contracted his own soul to. The demon had absolutely adored, because he thought he was the only one who could understand him. The demon that he had grown dependent off. The demon who viewed his thirst for affection and love as disgusting.
The demon who betrayed him in the favour of a much purer soul. Because he was tainted. His soul was dirty. He has no qualms of mercy, no idea of what kindness means.
"Sinful.''
He must be one of a hell of a monster if even a demon does not find his soul good enough to be eaten the dark thought passed through his mind very often and every time it did he'd smile cruelly to himself. He stood lazily in the leather chair office staring at the scenery outside the large windows. It was just another day of winter he chose to spend inside. He couldn't stand seeing all the snow once again covering the entire property of Trancy Estate, the manor included.
He'd spend his days like that in his office, thinking. He had nothing else to do although he had everything a man could ask for. Money, fame, respect – coming first before the wariness of people about his real persona-, good looks with women who'd topple over him to prove that.
But he has no interest in that. He finds it disgusting the way women would throw themselves at the first good-looking and wealthy man. He finds the world disgusting, including himself.
But he still couldn't bring himself to end his own life, although sometimes it felt really tempting. He was going to live, just to continue to spite the people who greeted him in their noble world with as much fake as he greets them. He was the trash no one wanted but accepts because they have no choice.
They are in his net.
The same way as he is still trapped in the net of darkness.
"Lonely.''
He doesn't understand why he should show anyone any bit of kindness when the world is not kind.
If he suffers, then why shouldn't the world suffer along with him?
"Sad.''
It is only natural that he cannot grasp the knowledge of love when no one ever showed him love. H
"Loveless.''
