Disclaimer: Don't own KHR, If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction.
Warning: Bel being Bel. Warning enough.
Bloody Prince
Sometimes he wonders why he's even alive.
He had killed his family his brother. His soul was stained with so many sins that even Hell will probably reject him when the time comes.
And he didn't give a flying fuck.
When he came to the Varia, they had laughed at him, called him 'no good' and 'fake-prince'. Nobody dares to call him that now. Everybody knows him as Belphegor, the crazy 'Prince the Ripper'.
When the word came to Italy that the Arcobaleno Reborn had found the new Vongola Decimo, they didn't hesitate to take off and go beat the brats up. He had easily beaten that sorry excuse of a Storm Guardian, but everything went straight to Hell when the Ring rejected the shitty Boss. He had been so angry that day that he had gone temporarily insane. When he woke up, dead bodies were everywhere and he himself was covered in blood, both dry and fresh. Even Squalo had vomited when he came back. Weak peasant.
He still wanted to kill them. Kill them all for making him weak, for dragging him down. He's not their equal. Not one of those pathetic peasants that dare to call him by name, even saying he's 'trash' and 'stupid'.
He's a prince.
The bloody prince of a kingdom long forgotten.
That's a good name, eh?
Belphegor, Varia's Bloody Prince.
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A/N: Hiya, Hawk's landin'.
When I'm bored at school, I write one-shots. I've been hiding this little piece of thought in my story block for ages, and now I think it's time to kick it up here. It's not a one shot, it's not a drabble…Half-shot! YAY!
Okay, I'll shut up.
Hawk's takin'off.
