Uhm... hi! This is a sister fic to Hannahmypet's, who is writing from Luka's point of view. The link will be put here once her's is uploaded. Well... I don't want to rant, so... on with the story? Also, sorry if this chapter sounds a bit... ehhh, but it takes place in an older time, so I wanted the narrative to reflect that (even though I fail). Future chapters will take place in modern time, so hopefully they will be better.

EDIT: Here's the link to Hannahmypet's part~! Delete the spaces.
www. fanfiction. net/ s/ 6537932/ 1/ The_Butterflys_Tale_Lukas_Part

The full moon was hanging in the sky when the butterfly flew through my window.

As always, my heart leapt happily when I saw it, because I knew what it meant. I held out a thin hand to it, wishing it would hurry even though I adored the grace with which it flew. It's beautiful pink color reminded me so much of my beloved that I felt my heart might burst.

Finally, the creature landed on my palm, and a sweet voice whispered out from it. "Come to our special meeting place at midnight, my sweet," the voice said, "I will be waiting for you." With those words, the butterfly slowly dissolved, turning to pink dust in my hand before disappearing completely. Often times this would make me a bit sad, but tonight I was too exited. For tonight I would see my love, my Eileen.

Making very sinple hand gestures, I whispered the words Eileen had taught me. "Butterfly of teal, take flight. Brave the dangers of the night. From my lips unto her ear, my message I want her to hear." As soon as the last words left my lips, a butterfly appeared in front of me. It hung suspended in air, it's teal wings not moving an inch as it waited for my message. "My heart longs for you to hold me in your arms, my love," I whispered lovingly, "I will come to you." Kissing the butterfly, I smiled. It immediatly took flight, silhouetted against the moon.

I sighed, maybe a bit sadly. Surely, I would be sent to Hell for the sin of whichcraft. But then, that was not my only sin. To fall in love with a sorceress was one thing, but to fall in love with a sorceress when you yourself were a woman... it was a grave, grave sin. But I couldn't help it. Eileen had captured my heart, and not by witchcraft either. I truly loved her, with every fiber of my being, with every piece of my soul.

Seeing that midnight was close, I quickly prepared myself, putting on a simple green dress before drawing my black cloak around me. I didn't want to attract attention to myself as I travelled, after all. It would surely mean death for the both of us if I was followed. Pulling my hood up, I left my house.

I kept to sidestreets, mostly, trying to stay in the shadows as much as possible. Eventually I made it to the forest. This was always the most terrifying part of my journey. I thought there was a demon lurking within every shadow, and every twig that snapped chilled me to the bone. This trp seemed particularly horrifying, and I was filled with a morbid sense of doom. I let out a sigh of relief as the cottage came into veiw. It was small, and almost hidden under leaves and moss. If you didn't know what you were looking for, your eye would pass right over it. This was where Eileen practiced most of her spells, and it was also where we would meet.

I rushed to the door. It was opened before I was able to knock. Eileen stood there, her beautiful pink hair flowing down her back, wearing a simple black dress that might have been a nightgown. Her blue eyes gazed at me as she smiled. "Michaela." My name sounded so beautiful, when spoken in her voice. It was much lower than mine, but still feminine.

I threw myself into her arms. "Eileen. Oh, how I've missed you." I heard her laugh softly as she pet my hair, and I heard a soft sck as she shut the door.

"And I you." She drew back from me, to look into my face. It made my blood run cold to think that some thought she sold her soul to the devil. How could someone so beautiful possibly be evil? If Eileen was evil, then I didn't know what good was. "Is it me, or do you get more beautiful every time I see you?"

I laughed. "Even if I did, I would never be beautiful enough to compete with you." She laughed with me and reached out to stroke my cheek. I put my hand over her's, holding it there.

"You flatter me, my dearest," Eileen said, still laughing slightly, "But you lie." I smirked playfully at her, drawing closer to her.

"Ah, but I supposed my opinion is a bit biased. Because I have never seen anything as beautiful as you, and my own features pale in comparison to your raidiance." I brushed my lips against her's, softly. She was the one who took control of the kiss, as she always did. I allowed her to have her dominance, and my cloak fell to the ground, unheeded, as we embraced passionatly, joined as one body as our lips met.

It was then that the door shot open with a bang.

Eileen and I both jumped, and I let out a little scream. A dark haired man stood in the door, furious. I recognized him at once, of course-he was the head marshall in our town. "S-s-sir Hiyama-"

"Witchcraft is a grave sin, Michaela," he said, his voice soft as he stopped me from speaking, "Must you make it worse with... this?" I sighed, knowing what was coming. I turned and buried my face in Eileen's neck, refusing to speak. My breath caught in my throat as I struggled not to sob. I could not see as Eileen held me, but I could hear as countless footsteps rushed into Eileen's cottage, and I could feel the cruel hands that tore me from her embrace.

Finding my voice at last, screaming. "No! Please, no! Eileen! Eileen! No, God!"

"You gave up your right to call His name when you signed your soul to the devil, girl!" Marshall Hiyama's voice was angry as he aided the others in pulling Eileen and I apart. "Hold your toungue!"

We were thrown into the jail, each in our own separate cell. I called Eileen's name, and I cried, but they put her too far away to hear me. I pleaded with the people there to move me a bit closer to her, but they did not pay me the time of day. I was not fed, and I imagine Eileen was not either.

It was the next night that we were taken out. Eileen and I were tied to the same large stake, back to back. I wished I was able to see her face, but no matter which way I turned, I could not. The mayor-a man by the name of Gast Kamui-began a speech, but I could not hear his words. My mind was too full of other things, and I was too frightened. "Michaela?" Upon hearing my beloved voice, I felt a little more at ease.

"Yes, my love?"

"I'm sorry." Eileen sounded near to tears, which broke my heart. It wasn't right for her to cry. Shifting a bit, the rough rope scratching my skin, I was able to grasp her hand.

"Don't be. If our fate is to die, then I regret nothing! I would rather die with you then live to be 100 without having ever met you." Tears were running down my face, and I felt Eileen trembling slightly. Suddenly, I was filled with unimaginable rage. At Mayor Kamui, who was still speaking; at Judge Shion, the one who sentanced us to death; at Reverand Kagamine, who even now was preaching, condemning us to hell; and mostly at Marshall Hiyama, who had followed me along with most of the law to Eileen's cottage.. The tears flowing down were now tears of rage, not fear.

"If they are to suffer an eternity in hell, then let them start by burning together!" The end of Mayor Kamui's speech was met with applause, and the fire was lit. As I braced myself for unimaginable pain, I spoke to Eileen.

"Make them suffer, my love. I want them to suffer for condemning us. The judge, the mayor, the reverend, the marshall. They must all meet our fate." The flames were close now, eating it's way towards us.

"As my love commands, so shall it be." As the fire licket at our feet, Eileen spoke, through the unimaginable pain. "Though our bodies burn and die, I realease my evil eye." The flames were comsuming us now, and the pain was unbarable. I had my lips clenched together in an attempt not to scream. "A-and now t-th... t-that y-you have met mmm... m-my wrath, you'll wish..." As Eileen trailed off for the final time, I knew she would never finish her curse. So I unlocked my lips, letting out a scream of rage and pain.

"You have not seen the last of us!"

So, yeah... Miku and Luka actually show up in the next chapter! Uhm... reveiw, please?