Evillious Chronicles AU heavily inspired by the song "Screws, Gears, and Pride" and theories that floated around the wiki a few years ago. First time writing an actual long story in a long time. Might be a bit rusty.
Prologue: A "Perfect" World
A world where "malice" has been eradicated. A world where "sin" does not exist. A world where "demons" get a second chance at life. A world where "god" is humble and walks equally among "humanity" and treats them as his peers. A world where everything is truly "perfect" in theory.
Yet, a gear in the perfect clockwork has shattered and disappeared. The world still functions without it, there's no haywire or disarray. Those who notice its absence can't even be too upset. This place is "perfect" in theory, there is no need to worry about what was lost to achieve such a state.
All except one person seem to believe the ends justified the means. All except one person can move on. All except one person utterly despises this perfect "Utopia" of a world. But they grin, they laugh, and they're just as amicable as everyone else, refusing to let anyone know the horror that came before this world.
If he did, would anyone love this Utopia, knowing what he had to do to create it? Knowing what he does now that it's been created?
"Whoa, hey, watch your step there, miss!"
A tall, curvaceous brunette nearly toppled over a shorter, scrawnier boy as she dropped all her groceries everywhere. She swore under her breath quite a few times about how irritating her new dress was and how she loathed dresses and so on and so forth, until she realized that the scrawny blond had offered his hand to her, a sympathetic smile on his face. "You alright there?" She nodded weakly as she struggled to stand up properly. Heels and a dress for meetings were one thing, but why did her father force her to wear these things all the time?
By the time the woman was steady on her feet again, the boy had picked up all her paper bags with the food back inside, miraculously not bruised despite the huge fall she had taken. "W-Wow, uh, thanks... Sorry 'bout that, kiddo." She dusted herself off with one hand and took back the groceries with the other. "You aight there, pipsqueak?"
A surprisingly nasty expression flashed across the boy's face, but was soon replaced with a cheeky smile and slight adjustment to the turtleneck collar on his sleeveless shirt. The woman decided she was only imagining things. "I'm perfectly fine. Don't worry about me." He waved one hand dismissively as he walked away from the woman. "Just be careful, okay, Germa- Miss?" He called back to her. Hearing the stranger almost say her name made her turn around and rush to follow him, but the boy had disappeared into the crowd.
Germaine scratched the back of her head with her free hand. "That's weird... Is he one of Chartette's or Ney's friends or something? Maybe Papa met him once... or somethin'." The thought lingered for a little while longer, but eventually she shrugged it off and continued on her way home.
The blond watched her depart from a dark alleyway, and sighed with relief when she seemed to ignore his slip up. That could've been bad, to say the least. For now, he need to return to his work. He mumbled unintelligible words under his breath, and the teen was gone in an instant with no trace left behind.
