Prologue to Reign:
The air was cold, more than usual this January evening. The darkness outside the tall windows was still, quiet enough to almost heart the steady breath of life that exhaled across the globe. The child asleep was shivering in their bed, cocooned in the heavy quilt of black thread and fine silver embroidery of the lunar cycle that enveloped their fragile body. He was only 6, and thus regulating temperature was difficult at this age. Not that it would matter soon, for the danger that was slowly grasping at his heartstrings was nearer than he would ever imagine.
Sickly pale white fingers stretched as thin as a whip, trembling in glee, angry black, jagged nails clawing forth towards the eposed neck that was at their fingertips. With a effortless pinch and the life would be stolen from their tiny lungs, but with a careless grip the evidence of murder would be all too great. That fragile child, too important was his role to make such reckless mistakes. The figure calmed their blood lust, taking a silent breath in, the crisp air cooling the fiery nerves of excitement.
With a patient and wicked grin they stared cruelly at the boy, who delved deeper and deeper into sleep as the warmth at last came 'round with the retirement of the figure. "Soon, the Sousuke blood line will thrive on this boys corpse." The figure purred, cold brown eyes stabbing through the boy for the millionth time as he now stared at the child's back as they glided into the shadows, the tiny body enveloped in silk pyjamas which revealed the royal black crescent moon symbol of the young prince.
In little time, a fateful event will occur, causing this young child to fall into an abyss of an Alien life. However, in the dreams of young Ichigo Kurosaki, the heir to the Kurosaki throne, all that pranced through his youthful head was the dream of one day becoming a king to rule over all. How crushed he'd be if only he knew.