I do not own Diabolik Lovers, Vandead Carnival or any of the other games. I do not own the characters. I own nothing of the franchise. All rights go to Rejet.
I own this story. I own OCs. I own this poem.
You own yourself (or so you think)
Rated M for sadism, masochism, language, slavery, abuse, violence, ect.
You cannot remember. You cannot remember anything. You know you had a life before this. This cat and mouse game. But you don't know what it was. Maybe you never will. But you cannot dwell on that. Not now. Nothing can distract you from survival. Not in this Vandead Carnival.
Preface - A Word From Our Hosts
Welcome to the Gates of Hell,
Our Vandead Carnival.
Little human, come and play,
Amongst the market stalls.
A Carousel, a Ferris Wheel,
A game of hide and seek,
Stop for just a minute,
You'll be dead within a week.
Our playground for the dead,
Is not amusing for the living.
We make you play our little games,
Of massacre unforgiving.
Here in our dead paradise,
We're making all the rules.
Our charm, our persuasiveness,
Brings death to all the fools.
Stuck in our never-ending night,
You must never lose your way.
Take one wrong turn, my dear,
A heavy price you'll have to pay.
Listen not to those around you,
We're all liars and decievers.
Those too trusting won't survive,
We kill off all believers.
Just keep running, don't get caught,
Perhaps you'll make it home.
Good luck, you'll need it,
For no-one's ever escaped our catacombs.
Now we've told you all the rules,
For the games of our night kingdom.
It's up to you to do the rest,
Our pretty little victim.
We've talked enough, it's time to go,
It's time to start the fun.
Heed our words and you'll be fine,
3, 2, 1,
Run.