Do not be fooled by the wings of the butterfly, for they are only a disguise. Underneath them, you may revolt in what your eyes have witnessed. It can prove every beautiful thing is in some form truly ugly. All that one might want is sincerely could be the opposite. Someone could not fathom the harsh reality that perhaps may one day come when they gaze upon what they'd thought was a beautiful thing. Disgust could overwhelm them, along with bits of incomprehensible agony, perhaps then to be followed by misery.
There are always two halves that make up a whole. When the whole is brought together, something important happens. It fuses together and becomes one entirely, completely different thing. A metamorphosis into something new, and undiscovered, and never experienced.
Beauty on the outside is one thing, and beauty on the inside is another. How many people, animals, creatures in general, are beautiful on the outside? There are plenty. But, how many actually feel beautiful? That is another question in itself! Along with this statement, beauty is defined as many things. It's defined as quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind, whether arising from sensory manifestations, a meaningful design or pattern, or something else. A beautiful woman, or man, or child could be a great example of this. People often see it as a way of power. Something that has a gorgeous appeal to it will very well be able to take advantage of anything if no one looks down upon them. Ugly. It's something else.
Defined as very unattractive or unpleasant to look at, or offensive to the sense of beauty, or displeasing in appearance. It's disagreeable, unpleasant, and objectionable. It could be a result from ugly tricks, ugly discords, or perhaps morally revolting situations, like an ugly crime. Maybe threatening trouble, danger, or ugly symptoms. Most often it is only looked at as an appearance. It's the word people use most when looking at a person with repulsive features that don't quite appeal to them. There is a standard they have set. If one they're judging has been "rightfully" judged in term, sentence to always be referred to as "ugly" will be carried out. The judges in this specific term fail to realize that their judgment is an even worse form of ugly.
These are but the unfortunate ways of mankind. They've deemed themselves worthy of the title of miniature gods, and roam as they please, making calls they believe is right, rejoicing in their fleshly riches and pleasures, the beautiful and worthy, and ignore the large amount of the ugliest, who have fallen into deep pits of despair. They starve, and are cast out from society, because of their incapability to reach the standard. It's way too far for them to reach, which forces them to forever remain in the misery, that has embraced their fates ever since the beginning.
Of course, only humans give themselves the rights to live. They believe they are some mystical race, or something far more glorious. They overlook the others, believing that they are the ultimates. They've recently reached their limits. We ourselves could not understand what a human thought since we've never been one. They wouldn't get it. They destroy and force others to suffer on their own behalf, just because it brings them to a higher point. If an innocent by stander's life was what it took what it took to reach point B, then by all means necessary, the humans would be sure to do everything in their power to conquer the life of that person.
Another way to put the terminology of the beauty and ugly is the Humans and the Vampires. A vampire has far more power than some mere human, but there are many more humans than vampires, and they easily over power the vampires because of this. It helps them dominate the world thanks to the history of our species. Soon, they will force the ugliest to be considered out casts. Humans caused the mess the societies of the world are in at the current time. The wretched humans are butterflies.
My name is Issei Saotome, and I am what I rank as a class A vampire. Most of the vampires and humans today class A vampires as pure bloods, B vampires as nobles, C vampires as mutts, or regular ones. D vampires, as those who were forced into being vampires, but stopped the process of stooping into a state of insanity. And finally, the E vampires who DO stoop low enough into a pit of insanity. I see it a bit differently. A leveled vampires are the originals, even before the ancients. Before tens of thousands of years ago. I, Issei, am an original. I accidentally fell in love with a vampire I'd watched from the side lines, who I'd never talked to, and who I'd never met. If I would have acted sooner than I'd originally planned, the Kuran vampires never would have left, nor would a thing be the way it currently is. Everything would be changed.
Before it all, I was just another number within the night class students, swarmed with boredom, my true colours hidden from every creature. I mixed in with the rest as a mutt. The Kaname leader often angered me with his demand for obedience, but there wasn't much I could do since he'd had more power than I possessed. We'd sat in the darkness, pledging our everlasting loyalty to the Kuran, when a certain Yuuki Cross came within the double sided doors, and who followed her, I'll never forget it. The moment was an eternal moment, that couldn't last longer than a second.
I remember it well, as my eyes locked on the moon coloured flesh male who followed her as if a servant. His hair of the purest silvers, a column of pure silk that poured off of his head like graceful streaming waterfalls. His eyes were the exact colour, pools of the echoing silver that I'd instantly given myself to as soon as I realized it.
The contents of my soul, in the spiritual world, carried a chain. My soul was one half, unable to see the other side of the chain, the other half. Around it was fog. But alas, gazing upon the eternal beauty that had finally graced my presence, the fog amidst, revealing my other half. He was beautiful, amazing, from what I could tell, and I couldn't help but biting my lip before mouthing his name. Kiryuu Zero.
