Warning: major spoiler ahead for the manga. If you do not wished to be spoiled, make sure you already read the manga (Note: NOT ANIME)

This is a headcannon of what happens after Vanilla's Noir is taken out in the manga in a parallel universe. Pierre had just returned with Chocolat from the forgotten path and they both found out that they were together as kids and they love each other. It is a headcannon of what happen if Glacé were to made his moves first and try to make Chocolat the true queen of darkness. This is definitely not kids content and I warn you, it might turn out to be angsty and dark.


"Prince," Yurika interrupted Pierre's thoughts. The boy paused, looking up at the intruder. It was just barely after he had allowed Chocolat to escape with Vanilla after taking the former's Noir. That dreadful fear that he had felt when he saw the Noir floating towards Chocolat only further prove of his love for that orange haired girl, that gentle, bittersweet feeling that they both discovered they had for each other when they were desperately trying to find a way back into the human world after getting lost in the forgotten path.

The memories they had and forgotten also the new ones that they made, his desperate need to protect that fiery witch to send her back, safe and sound….he had not once regretted the words he had uttered before he force Chocolat down Alchemier's path to the human world. "I love you."

That relieve when he saw that his love was alright even with Noir locked in her, that she was still as lively as ever.

However, that relief quickly powered the pain he felt when his two hearts started battling out inside him, his darkness trying to triumph over his feelings. "This is not the time, Yurika," Pierre muttered, sinking into his armchair trying to suppress the blossoming pain inside him. "I wish to be alone."

"The other Ogres are staging a rebellion," she informed him, not coming any closer. Being the president of Pierre's fan club, she and the other members got more than they bargained for when Pierre revealed who he really is and welcomed them all into his dark domain, under the circumstances that they keep their babbling mouths shut and they help gather Noirs.

"A rebellion?" Pierre slightly grinned. The other ogres are not capable of defeating him, even if they were to all attack together. He looked down at his familiar, the black cat Cerunnos who stared back idly at him.

"Yurika, you should take the rest of the member and leave. You shouldn't be involved in the first place."

"Prince!" Yurika was about to say, choking her voice back as the blonde got up, pulling his coat over him. He walked past Yurika and out of the room, Cerunnos following closely behind. Of course, Pierre had never once cared for her nor the other members. They were there for his convenient, his pawn. But even so she had wished that at least once, just once, that Pierre would look at her the same way he did for Chocolat, even if he had not wanted to admit his feelings for her before.

The Prince had betrayed us!

He will cross us! He let Chocolat Meilluere go!

Catch him! Make him answer!

The ogres were echoing, their dismay and agony drowned by their anger. It was ironic how days ago they were all crying pools of black tears when they were convinced that their beloved prince was lost. Yet now they were shouting for his blood, his execution.

"My people!" Pierre called, moving attention towards him.

There he is! Prince, prince, are you forsaking us?

Why have you crossed us?! You betray our King who had personally gave you your Noir!

My prince! My prince!

"Silence!" Pierre echoed into the creatures lingering in the darkness "I find no reason to explain my actions, listen to your Prince!"

"Tonight, we shall feast," he started, frowning as he thought about the words he will be uttering next. "Tomorrow, we will attack all those who dared challenge the darkness! We will wage war upon those who had denied us our existence, witches and humans alike!"

War? The prince is finally proclaiming war!

Mankind is finished! Death to Le Royme

This is the prince we want!

Long live Prince Pierre, the prince of darkness!

As Pierre watch the ogres cheer, a bitter taste rose upon his throat and churned the pit of his stomach. He could feel the dull pain from the friction of his two heart. War. The ogres had always wished for it to happen but can not achieved it without Pierre's command. He had held them back for years, even if he had wished upon the destruction of Le Royme, his pink heart would stop him from going that far.

But this time is different. No, this time, it was the only way to convince the ogres he had yet to betray them. Weak as they are, the ogres could still overthrow him by rejecting his power and status. Worse, they could even bring harm to Chocolat and Vanilla. He needed them under his control.

"Prince Pierre," a voice called and Pierre turn to see Juliet bowing at him. "Wonderful speech, I might say."

"This is not the time for flattery," Pierre motioned and turn away when Juliet raised his head with a grin. "HE is waiting for you in your chambers."

Pierre paused, startled. What timing. Have the news of Vanilla reached his ears? Pierre drew a deep breath. He was the last person the ogre prince wanted to meet now.


Pierre's room was at the end of the hall. Ogres weren't allowed here as it was Pierre's only place of solitude among the numerous rooms in the Mansion. It was where he could relax and forget the fact that he was the prince of darkness, even for a moment.

But no, not this time.

Pierre swallowed nervously as he approached the mirror glowing a cobalt blue at the end of his room. Cerunnos was at his feet but somehow he felt alone, forsaken.

My child, come closer.

The voice was cold and it sent shivers down Pierre's back, but all The ice prince could do was walk calmly towards the mirror. A silhouette could be seen within, sitting idly and unmoving in the cobalt blue light. However, this was the man who had started everything, the main reason why Ogres exist, the main reason why Pierre was the prince of ogre. Even within his icy seal, this man had orchestrated everything, changing Pierre's fate, allowing darkness to manifest. He was the reason why Pierre and Chocolat was separated.

Glacé, the Grand Duke of Darkness.

"My king," Pierre bowed, dreading what was about to come. He may have convinced the ogres that he is still their Prince but no, not in front of Glacé.

Child, you did very well.

Pierre raised his head. Startled. He had expected punishment from Glacé for releasing Vanilla and letting Chocolat go but instead his king was complimenting him? Was this about the war?

As if The ogre king could read his mind, Pierre could hear a faint chuckle from Glacé.

No, this is not about the war. I cannot care less about a war that will not be able to even leave a mark on La Royme. However, that witch you were with...it's a different matter.

Chocolat, my dear Chocolat, how have you grown. My little witch whom I had desperately search for is finally within my sight.

Was the King watching him, even from his confinement in the underworld?! Why does the duke speak of Chocolat so familiarly? A thousand question echoed across Pierre's head. He was confused and speechless. "My king, Chocolat has nothing to do with Vanilla's betrayal-"

I HAVE NO CARE FOR THE DAUGHTER OF LE ROYME!

Glacé bellowed, cutting Pierre mid sentence.

No, it is my own daughter that I seek, my daughter whom that wretched witch Cinnammon had kept away from me. My daughter, the true Princess of the darkness, the true Queen!

Pierre's eyes widened, his knees buckled. No, it can't be. "You don't mean…"

Pierre Tempête de Neige, bring my daughter back here where she rightfully belong, bring Chocolat back into the darkness!

No. It cannot be. How could Chocolat, who is so filled with spirit, glowing like the sun be a princess of the darkness? This has got to be some kind of mistake!

"It cannot be…." he whispered. If the mirror were to reflect how he look, it would be one with desperate craze in his eyes, a man on the verge of breaking down. So the true daughter of ogres was not Vanilla...but Chocolat! He had silently listen to Glace's every whims, every commands but this...no, he cannot do this. Chocolat does not belong in the darkness. She's far from his reach!

As if sensing the rebellion in Pierre's heart, chains came and circled around the prince's limbs, pulling him upwards surrounded by the cobalt blue light. Within it, sitting on a pedestal hardly moving was Glacé, staring coldly at the boy. Pierre winced as the metal cut into his flesh, drawing red strips of blood.

You will bring her here to my domain as commanded.

It wasn't a request. It was an order from the King. As if to further prove his point, the chains around Pierre's limbs tightened, drawing an agonising scream from the blonde.

"I cannot," he whimpered amidst the pain "how do I even bring the light into the darkness….?"

Then vanquish the light.

As if on cue, the chains seems to bring Pierre forward, closer to the King. Glacé cupped his fingers around Pierre's chin, looking straight into his eyes.

Break her, show her despair, foster a Noir in her. You have the ability to, when she has fallen so deeply in love with you. There is nothing that could turn a pink heart black so quickly compared to the taste of betrayal and disappointment from a loved one.

Every heart has a little poison in them, make it spread, turn it dark. After all, no child of mine will need a fake heart inserted into her. She will be the true queen of darkness.

At this, Pierre could only clench his teeth. What could he do? He was merely Glacé's pawn, chosen because of his physique and upbringing.

Glace's eyes narrowed as his image fade, leaving his words to linger around Pierre, embedding it into the Prince's mind.

If it is a war you are initiating, then this is a war to get my rightful heir back. Remember Pierre, if you betray me, something worse than death will befall you. Bring my daughter back.

At that, the king faded away and Pierre found himself falling into the carpeted floors of his room, his limbs still bleeding from where the irons had cut into his flesh. Cerunnos jumped when he fell, coming closer after a moment to lick his wounds. He climbed up, feeling the strain of being in Glacé's presence weighing down on him. His breathing was ragged and the pain he had felt from the torture was still lingering behind. However, the friction of his two heart in his chest felt even worse, enough to make him clutch himself with pain, rolling back unto the carpet.

He knew his own feelings were battling out against each other. One side, his noir was literally screaming at him to remember his position as the prince of Ogre and to carry out his King's instructions, and the other, his original pink heart was telling him and reminding him of his love for Chocolat, Ogre's daughter or not. He couldn't hurt her, he couldn't wish such dreadful circumstances upon her.

The pain was not residing but Pierre knew which side that would reign over eventually. It had, after all reign over him the past years, turning him cold and unfeeling. He had no choice. "Cerunnos," he called, one hand stroking the black cat's fur for comfort "What should I do?"


Thank you for reading! It's been awhile since I wrote but I just finished SSR's manga and this fic idea is just BUGGING me! My writing style is pretty dark but I think it suits the atmosphere I'm trying to bring to this fic, plus, I felt that with the original author's other works, I think there's a deeper meaning that she is trying to convey in SSR! Soooo leave me a review and tell me what do you think! I will try to put up the next chapter as soon as I can so until then, cheers!