Seru: Herro everyone again :3 I got this inspiration while doing a PDHPE assignment so about psychotic episodes…. So yea, neither bel nor insanity does not belong to me, butttttttt….. I belong to them both 3. And if KHR belonged to me, you would see a character that was called Sekari Aiyuna (or Seru) and was paired with bel x3. And if bel belongs to me then... *censored bar* so yea… ENJOYY
Bel: Ushishishishi~ is a lowly peasant using me? –About to kill-
Seru: WAIT! D: I NEED TO FINISH THIS FIRST! and, THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A BIRTHDAY PRESENTTTT…FOR YOU! D:
Bel: …
Seru: REVIEW GOOD THINGS AND I MIGHT LIVE AND MAKE THIS AN ACTUAL STORY! Kthxbai C:
You are standing there with a crazed smile on you lips, staring at the blood with psychotic (eye colour) eyes, it surrounded you, pooling out from the deformed corpses around you. Laughing and dancing, you skip around merrily; pulling your golden dagger out from its place, lodged in one mans stomach. Your eyes are dark with amusement, shone with all too much insanity. You enjoyed another's pain; their screams of agony amuse you. You are a dangerous child, at the age of ten, whose thoughts were tainted by fear and sin. They were demons, creating you 'other side' to appear.
"Drop the dagger brat" You hear a voice, and it echoes in your mind, making the fear increase which in turn increases your lust for their blood.
Your dance starts again, a dangerous smirk positions itself on your lips as you lunge for the intruders, dagger in hand, aiming for their neck, chest, stomach or limbs. Your new prey is more agile than you thought and easily dodge you attack. These new prey are special police officers, wanting to take you to an asylum to overcome your 'disease'. They don't know this is no disease; this is just your fear taking control of your emotions. You feel your fear increasing, continuing to turn into violence. It drives you, making you stronger, but at the same time, more out of control. Your speed was noticeably faster, blazing (eye colour) eyes were staring at new-comers. Despite your young age, words come out of your lips and your smirk grows.
"And this 'brat' will be the death of you," You indirectly challenge them, trying to provoke them.
"You think we are anywhere near as WEAK as those idiots?" One of the men in the squad of 3 asked sceptically raising his eyebrow and poked the tip of his gun at one of the corpses lying on the floor.
"Well then this will be more entertaining" You reply, confident in your victory.
Unfortunately that confidence took away some of your fear, your power source. You still have a lot of power left. Wondering how you could throw your dagger without losing it, you pull of the chain tied around your waist and tie it to the dagger instead. You throw it at one of the men with as much force as you can muster. He dodges your attack, but you move too and hook him in the back with your dagger. There is a huge gash in his side and he is loosing a lot of blood. You smile at the sight, gaining power from the fear that is increasing at the sight of the red liquid spilling from the man. You are distracted by the beautiful sight and don't notice the second man tackle you from behind, pinning you down. You feel yourself being tied up with rope. Writhing on the floor, you try to kick them and succeed. Your foot makes contact with something soft.
"Ow! Stupid brat," You hear someone growl, irritated.
You continue to thrash around wildly kicking and writhing. You feel something hard hit you and everything goes black
You open your eyes to a completely white room, the light in the room you are now in is blinding. Back to your original self, fear starts to grow within you, threatening to turn you into a demon again, but you contain it. You recognise your location, an asylum, and the same ones as you had read about in all those stories. The bare white room, with nothing more than a dull grey bed and sullen grey curtains. You are the only person in the room. You hear mumbling around you.
"I think she's awake" Someone says in a hushed whisper.
"Is she stable?" Another voice replies, a little more loudly this time.
"Probably" Was the answer.
When your eyes adjust, you see 3 pairs of eyes watching you, black, green and brown. You recognise those eyes, they were the people who had captured you and brought you here. You glare at them, even though you are in your normal state of mind, they were the ones who brought you to this damn place. A growl resonates from your throat, but you are still in your normal form as only fear changes you.
"Don't worry, she's not in THAT state," yet another unfamiliar voice snort, "She's just trying to scare you"
You watch as the door to the empty room you sat in, the three people who had been powerful enough to beat you were walking towards you, rope in hand. You back away from them, fear building up.
"Go away." You hiss with continuing to glare at them.
Your mind is rapidly changing, from a calm and collected angel, to the out of control demon residing in you. You reach for your dagger, but it isn't there. 'Where did they put your dagger?' you ask yourself. You see a glint of gold in one of the men's hand. With a fast movement, your own dagger is flying towards you. 'Crap', you move out of the way as fast as possible, it scratches your arm and red liquid flows out. Blood. Blood is the substance that drives you to the verge of losing your mind. You ignore it, and pull out your dagger.
"Varia quality" you hear a quite voice whisper
Where had you heard that name before? 'Varia', it sounded so familiar yet so unfamiliar at the same time, it was as it if was from a previous life or something.
"She'll hold up, put the boy with her." The person with black eyes, who was probably the leader, determined.
An unconscious young boy, about your age, is thrown into you cell, your curiosity somehow overrides your wild thirst for death and you move over to him, staring at the peaceful unconscious blonde. He wore a black long-sleeved shirt and black pants. A silver crown-tiara thing rests on his messy blonde hair. A long fringe covers his eyes. Yet again, this person seems somewhat familiar, almost as if you have seen him before. You crouch over him, studying him with wide (eye colour) eyes. His hair twitched before you feel a sudden pain in your stomach, and immediately back away.
"Ushishishi~ don't crowd the prince" A voice sang, as this 'prince' moved his lips.
You blink, still staring at him with confusion showing clear in your eyes. Why would they put a 'prince' in a mental asylum? Tilting your head to the side, you nodded slowly, trying to figure your own question out.
"Shishi~ so… where are we peasant?" The 'prince' asked you with a strangely crazed Cheshire smile.
"I was dragged here today too," you mumbled, even though you knew where you were, he could figure it out for himself.
You wondered to yourself why he is in the same cell with you; he could be killed if he wasn't careful. Even if the boy looked dangerous, you could be even more dangerous when you were scared. You didn't know that this boy is asking himself the same thing, but more along the lines of 'Why is an innocent little girl here?'
You were still contemplating the answers to your questions when the young boy started to talk again, pulling you out of your thoughts with an unexpected request.
"Hmm~ fight me and ill tell a peasant like you my name" The boy beamed.
"But," You shuddered at what could happen; your (eye colour) eyes are wide with disbelief. Maybe you should have seen it coming, read it from his crazy smile and scary laugh.
"Oh~ is the peasant defying the prince's will? Hmmmm…. Them let me rephrase… Ushishishi~ fight me or else I'll kill you." The boy's smile grew wider, almost bigger than that of the Cheshire cat.
You stared at the boy stunned at his straight-forwardness, you feel fear again, as he slowly advanced towards you, and you back away until you meet a wall. You trembled as he begins to close in on you.
"Ushishishi~ all the peasants are like cockroaches, always afraid of death, always afraid of pain, always afraid of… blood." He smirked
"Blood" you whisper, realising he was staring hungrily at your bleeding shoulder, a sadistic grin on his face.
"Of course the prince knows, after all, the prince is a genius" The boy smirks, making him look even more deadly.
You are very scared now, your eyes darting around, trying to find an escape route. You feel yourself changing, the fear making you stronger and stronger until you were out of control. You are smirking back; your deadly aura matched his.
"You better be prepared" You reply in a cold, calm whisper.
"Ushishishi~ that's the spirit, peasant," Another smile, your fear increases.
You lunge at him aiming your hand at his throat, but he side-steps and grabs your outstretched hand, twisting it at an unnatural angle before letting you go.
"Weak," He smirks
You glare at him, kicking his leg while receiving a blow to the arm that he had grabbed, a limb for a limb. Unfortunately your arm was pretty much useless now while his leg was still functioning usefully. Your arm dangles uselessly by your side ad the boy's eyes darkened. You had scratched his abdomen in an attempt to make him let you go. Blood leaked out of his wound, not much but enough to throw him into a masochistic craze.
"Ushishishi~ ….My…. Royal… Blood….." He laughs, a wide Cheshire smile positioned on his mildly trembling lips
Your fear is increasing at his crazed attitude, you are backing away again, defensive and alert. He notices your fear and his smile somehow widens.
"Aaah~ Your fear tastes delicious," he whispers, somehow right in front of you now with a knife at your throat.
"Your death will taste delicious." You state back with a hiss, a crazy smile which somehow matched his lay on your lips.
"Hmmm… The prince likes you now~ Shishi~" The boy pulls away his knife from your throat.
You just glare at him somewhat incredulously- did he think death was some sort of a game?
"When we escape, would the princepessa like to come with her prince to the Varia castle?" He continued; his face amazingly close to yours.
"Probably- NO." You reply glaring at him, your fear starting to fade away. Shit.
You are back in your normal state again and vulnerable, but you are still glaring at him, afraid to let him onto your change in personality.
"Ushishishi~ You cannot hide from the prince, the prince is a genius~" Belphegor half whispered half sang into your ear, and before you knew it, your lips were captured by his in a gentle, somehow promising kiss.
But the kiss wasn't a sweet promise, as it was probably meant to be. The tension and death intent present in the air was too much for the intended message to get across. Instead of promising that he wont kill you, it was more like he was promising you a slow horrible death.
"Don't worry princepessa; the only way they brought me here is because they caught me off guard. We'll definitely get out-" he stated as he threw a few knifes at the door with enough force to cut a hole.
Panicked shouts filled the air, trying to get the three people who had brought us here to come back again. You would escape, you were sure of it.
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY BEL~~~~~~~~~~~ 33~~ Im ashamed of the belatedness of it ==;;;; im working on a drawing too… and its gonna be even more belated… ;w;lll –emo cornered
Yes the end sucks, yes it was rushed, Yes there will be more, yes I cut it off for bel, yes for his birthday, yes I am a procrastinator, yes I love maple coz Mercedes and cannoneers just came out and im tryna train…. Lvl 120 cannoneer and 94 mercedes :3