AN: Hello and welcome, you magnificent bastards! Welcome to this first multi-chapter NozoEli fic of mine. So…I'm not really sure how long this one is going to take…hopefully 5 chapters minimum, 10 chapter max. Anyways, I hope you guys like this. I will be writing this in tandem with my Strawberry Panic fic and my Tales of Xillia fic. As always, I have a rule; if after two chapters and all I get are negative reviews, I will delete this story since there will be no point in keeping this in the archive. Positive or no reviews, however, will make this story stay in the archives.

Anyway, that's all I have to say for now, so let's get this story going!

PROLOGUE:

CURSED

Year 18XX

It was a dark and stormy night in the countryside and a blonde woman jumped off her horse and ran inside the manor a few miles away from the village itself. She had just received word that her love recently passed away.

"Your betrothed poisoned herself, milady. Mere hours after she learned of your infidelity."

Those were the words that the messenger said and she prayed that he was lying.

'Please be alright.' The blonde thought in her head as she ran. Once she arrived at the foyer of the home, she was met with her love's parents and sister as well as her own family. She saw their furious faces and disappointment from her own mother. Her father approached her and slapped her in the cheek.

"You disappoint me. Is this how we raised you? To be unfaithful to the person who loves you? To the woman you claimed to love and was promised to you?" Her father asked her, not bothering to hide his fury. Before he could say anything else, she ran upstairs to the room her betrothed slept in every night. She entered the room and at that moment, all she wanted was for her heart to stop beating as well. The blonde approached the bed as she took in her beloved's state; her silky purple hair was untied and was spread on the bed behind her, her wide gaze was directed towards the window where the moon can usually be seen in all its glory. On the nightstand was a spilled cup of tea; no doubt where the poison that took her life came from. She was wearing the dress she gave to her as a present; the dress she was meant to wear at their engagement party. A party that was to be held a week from now. But instead of a party and a wedding, they would be preparing for a funeral. Instead of joy, they would be met with tears. They were supposed to be married in the next month. She fell to her knees as everything finally sunk in; her love was gone, beautiful in death as she was in life.

She would never hear her teasing voice again.

She would never hear her say that she loves her.

They will never be together in this life.

The blonde could do nothing but hold the corpse in her arms as she cried.

"Oh my love! I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. It's all my fault. This is all my fault." She said as she continued to cradle the body of the dead woman. If only she stayed faithful; if only she never slept with that woman again and again, then maybe she wouldn't have felt hurt enough to take her own life to end her pain.

"Now you cry? Now you realize your mistakes? When my sister is dead and we have to put her on the ground?" A voice asked her. The blonde turned around, unwilling to let her love go and saw her betrothed's sister; a somewhat tall woman with navy blue hair and amber eyes. The polite yet cautious expression she usually has on her face was morphed into one of hatred.

"My sister gave her entire being to you and all she asked in return was your love and fidelity! You killed my sister! It should be you! You're the one who should be dead! But since that didn't happen, I pray to every god out there that in every life you live, you will remember this life and what you did to my sister! I pray that in every life you live, you will meet her and you will love her as much as you do now but she will never remember you or the love she felt for you and you will have very little chance of ever being together with her and she will have a higher chance of being happy with someone else! All that just so you can feel the pain my sister felt before her death in every life you live! I want you to live and die again and again and again with the knowledge that you don't deserve to be my sister's slave, let alone her lord!"

Having said her piece, the blue haired woman stalked off, leaving the blonde there with her regrets and a dead woman.

Hours passed and the blonde was finally in her own room, the corpse of her betrothed having been taken away from her without even giving her a chance to kiss her goodbye and declare her love for her for the last time. She raised her gaze from the floor and her eyes landed on the mirror in front of her. And at that moment, all she saw was the monster who took the woman she loved the most away from her. Picking up a thick book from her bedside, she threw it at the mirror, causing cracks in its surface. She picked up everything she could get her hands on and threw it at the object.

"Give her back! Give her back to me! I want her back…please…"

By the end of it all, she was just punching a destroyed mirror, causing wounds to her hands before collapsing on her knees. Her tears have finally run dry and she barely had any energy left. But then, she realized the only solution to her predicament. She stood up and left her room, going to the storage space of the manor to grab a rope and a stool. The blonde walked to the rear garden on of the manor and hesitated when she saw it; the huge tree where she and her betrothed spent time, getting to know each other when they first met. It was under this tree did she realize that she would love the purple haired woman until the end of her days and beyond. And her end was coming very soon. She would make certain of that. The blonde set the stool down and fashioned the rope into a noose before tying it around her neck. Before continuing, the blonde said a small prayer to whatever divine being was listening out there.

"Please…if I am to suffer in every life I will live…please grant me one small mercy…please…even if it's just one life in the countless that I will live…please let me be with her until the end of my days in just one life…please give me the chance to right the wrongs I've done."

With her prayer said, she kicked the stool away and felt the life slowly leave her as she hung from the tree.

AN: And that is our prologue for this story. Please don't expect me to update all the time since I do have two more fics to work on. I hope you guys liked this and will continue to read this as this story goes on! Thank you and I pray you guys enjoyed.

Firework out!