This is just a concept, but it may or may not take the form of a real multi-chapter story later on. Anyway, I don't own Vocaloid or The Evillious Chronicles series.

Allen Avadonia watched intently from the crowd, swathed in a tattered dirty brown cloak as his sister's execution took place. His twin sister mind you, meaning it was Riliane who's neck was under the blade, and not Germaine's. The date was December 26th, EC 500, a day before his and Riliane's 15th birthday, and it was nearing 3 o'clock.

'How ironic,' Allen thought, casting his eyes downward 'that the very bell toll that announced our birth will be announcing the death of one of those same twins.'

Returning his gaze to the execution platform, Allen remembered the events that caused his sister to be the one up there instead of himself. He had planned on asking the Princess for a final wish, but before he could do so, Riliane had sprayed him with a perfume containing a sleeping agent, knocking him out cold. When he had come to, he discovered that he had been unceremoniously placed inside the secret passageway to hide him from the rebels.

Finding himself unable to rescue his sister, Allen had decided to take Josephine and go undercover for the time being and wait until after his sister's death to decide what to do next. As the moment came, Allen simply watched and listened as the executioner asked if the Princess had any last words to say. All that was said as the bells tolled the hour was, "Oh, it's time for a snack!" then the blade fell.

Allen simply turned away, unable to look at his twin's headless corpse, as the crowd cheered at the death of "The Daughter of Evil," and left to return to the inn he was staying at for the night.

THAT NIGHT

Still in his cloak, Allen drank calmly from a tankard of ale as the partygoers around him celebrated his sister's death and the end of the Lucifenian Revolution.

"Hey," the bartender called, gaining the former servant's attention. "Why aren't ya celebratin' like everyon' else? The Daughter of Evil is dead!"

The fourteen-year-old boy simply sighed and placed the mug down. "I couldn't care all that much about that," he stated.

"What? Why not?" the bartender asked, frowning.

"My sister died during the Revolution, and she was all I had," Allen explained, intentionally leaving out the fact that Riliane was his sister.

"Oh, well that's a shame," the bartender said, then scrunched up his eyes. "Say, you kinda look like the Princess," he observed.

"I get that a lot," the former servant muttered, brushing the comment off.

THE NEXT DAY

Allen, the hood of his cloak now down, looked toward the horizon at the coastline, pondering on what to do with his life. Should he try and find a new master as Allen Avadonia? Should he retake the name of Alexiel Lucifen d'Autriche and try to claim the Lucifenian throne? Or should he simply bury his head in the sand and live the rest of his life in obscurity under a new name? As he pondered these questions, an oddly-shaped bat observed him from its perch on a nearby tree, contemplating the boy's existence.