[I have some good plans for this story, so I hope you like.]
[Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji. But all the characters in this intro belong to me.]
Introduction:
My name is Lilia Rose. I was born of Alexander and Serenity Rose. The Rose family has been cursed for generations, all destined to meet a cruel end by the hands of the evil grim reapers. The evil grim reapers are not like ordinary grim reapers. They become obsessed with power, and overuse their soul reaping skills to grow more powerful. With every soul they reap, they grow even stronger. Their main goal is to rule the world, and have humans be their little lap dogs. They also want to rid the world of everything that is not human, and purify it, almost like a fallen angel. But even fallen angels are not safe, they kill them too.
Even my own parents could not escape their fate. Somehow, I was the only one. They died off before I could be killed. That is still a mystery to even me, and one I will never be able to solve. The hatred still burned in my heart; I will never be able to let it go. Even with them dead, I still want to reach down in Hell and tear apart their already-dead flesh. Nothing will ever change; my life is permanently scarred because of what they had done. But now that they are dead, the curse on my family could finally be lifted…or so I thought.
I bet you're wondering what this whole 'curse' thing is that I'm talking about. Well, according to the diary my dad had left me, there was a prophecy given to the evil grim reapers about 40 years ago. The prophecy stated that one day, a child of the Rose family, would forever end the era of darkness that the evil grim reapers had spread across the world. Since the evil grim reapers feared in losing their power, the thing that they loved most, they decided to end the Rose family once and for all. They killed my grandfather and grandmother, along with their two daughters and son. But my father, who was away from the house at the time, managed to stay alive and hide from them. The evil grim reapers had no idea there was a surviving son. As he grew up on his own, he met a woman, her name was Serenity Meadows. He fell in love with her instantly, and they got married. Not long after, Serenity got pregnant and bore a child. A lily had always been my mother's favorite flower, so they named their daughter after it. They named the child Lilia, which went perfectly with her last name, Rose. Alexander and Serenity saw such beauty in the child; they thought naming her after a beautiful flower would be a perfect fit.
I grew up happy and normal just like any other child. I loved my parents most of all, they were my life. They were kind and caring, and super protective. My father ended up becoming a police officer, because he wanted to help other people in need. My mother became a nurse at a nearby clinic for the same reasons. Every day they would come home and hold me in their arms, and say how much they loved me. I was bad at making friends, so their love was all I had.
"What happened to the rest of your family, daddy?" I remember asking him, looking into his brown eyes with my big icy blue ones. I was only about ten years old at the time, so of course he wouldn't tell me the horrible truth. "You see, sweetheart, they had to leave us." He said while wrapping his warm arms around me into a hug. "Where did they go?" I questioned, wiping a few stray tears that were running down my cheek. My father kissed me on the forehead. "Far away, but don't worry, you will see them again someday." He hugged me tighter; the warm feeling of love was so intense I could almost feel it again.
That love lasted for fifteen years, and then suddenly, it was broken. One night, my mother never came home from work. Police, including my father, went out to search for her. They found her in bloody pieces, shoved in a doctor's closet. My father knew about the curse on my family. He knew she had been killed by the evil grim reapers. Because she married into the Rose family, that made her a target. Ever since that day, my father was never the same. He would be cooped up in his bedroom for hours, writing in his diary. The same diary that held all his pain, sorrow, and suffering without her; the same diary that I'm telling you about right now. He became more distant and depressed. Now that the evil grim reapers knew who we were, he feared for my life as well as his own.
We always moved from place to place in fear, and I never knew why. I could tell something had changed him, but I always assumed it was the death of my mother. I was fifteen, yet my father never told me about the evil grim reapers. One day, my father sat me down on the couch. "What's wrong, dad?" I asked. My father looked at me with a sad smile, I knew something was wrong. "Lilia, here," He handed me his diary. The blue leather book sent a strange chill down my spine. "Why would you give me this? It belongs to you." I said, trying to hand it back. He shook his head and pushed my hands away. I held the book close to my chest. "Lilia, my sweet daughter, I love you so much, and I always will. I want you to read and keep my diary. It is filled with secrets that I have been too afraid to tell you. I'm sorry you have to find out this way…but…" He choked back a sob, and a single tear formed in his left eye. My eyes started to cloud up with tears. Why did it sound like he was saying goodbye? I was too stunned to speak. He planted one last hard kiss on my cheek, and wrapped me into a tight hug. When he released, he stood up and started walking towards the door. He looked back and said three words. "I love you."
Those were the last words I had heard my father say. After that, he left the house and never came back. It was almost like he knew he was going to die. In his diary, the last sentence said: "I have to do this, only for my daughter, will I make the biggest sacrifice." I had no idea what he meant by that, and even now, it still frustrates me. I still have my own theories on what happened, but there is no way to know if they are certain or not. One thing is for sure, the evil grim reapers disappeared the same time as my father did.
Now that I have no parents, I stay with my mother's sister in downtown London. Her name is Symphony Meadows. She's more like a big sister to me than an Aunt, considering I never had any siblings, and she is only twenty years old. A year has passed since both my mother and father were killed. Even though I'm a sixteen year old girl now, I still curl up every night with the diary. The only thing I have left of my father's love.
[I hope you guys liked it. R&R and all that stuff. Thanks for reading. :3]