Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloid; all rights belong to their respectful owners such as Yamaha and Crypton. The song "Madness of Duke Venomania" belongs to Akuno-P a.k.a. mothy and lyrical translation belongs to Razzyness.
Warnings: The following Fanfiction is rated "M" for mature audiences. Viewer discretion is advised. Anyone who is under the age limit, I am saying before you are scarred for life "DO NOT READ!" I'm notan explicit writer, but this is as far as I dare go. Also note that this fanfiction is my own retelling of the venomous duke of Evillous and before anyone starts flaming me about the side couple a.k.a. Kaito/Miku, don't read it if you don't like it.
A/N: This fanfiction was inspired from Razzyness' English version of the Seven Deadly Sins song "Madness of Duke Venomania" by mothy on YouTube. Afterwards the muse hit me to write this fanfiction. After I got permission from Razzyness to use his lyrics this fanfiction was born. Of course my second reason for writing this FF was that there weren't any FFs for "Madness of Duke Venomania" that either weren't well written or they had Kaito/Meiko on the side. (I have no problems with Kaito/Meiko, I'll respect those who are fans of that couple, but please also respect that I prefer Kaito/Miku, okay? Good.) Afterwards I thought "Oh WTHeck I'll write my own" afterwards this was made. Without further ado: Sāa, odorou ka? (Now, shall we dance?)
The Madness of Duke Sateriajis Venomania
Chapter I: The Edge of Insanity
"I want to forget, the person that I used to be
People used to laugh and make fun of me...
Yes, she was the one
My friend since we were both so young,
All she did was laugh and make a fool of me."
- Razzyness, "Madness of Duke Venomania"
He was lost. The shadows that surrounded him reflected the darkness of despair and the pain of agony that stained his soul.
Hiding out in the slums where no one would find him to tantalize him, or torment him, he thought over how terrible fate, or whatever gods that ruled this world, was to let him live.
His mother died while giving birth to him and his father had turned against him after losing his beloved wife. Afterwards his father had mentally, emotionally and bordered on physically abused him. The servants would make snide remarks about him behind his back and during balls, soirées and other social gatherings the room would grow silent whenever he entered. While at school the other schoolboys would tease, slur, curse and insult him, pointing and laughing at him to the point his knees would give way and he would bury his face into his hands and let the misery take over.
He was ridiculed for so long, hurt by the taunts and teases of those around him because of the mere fact that he was different. Oftentimes he believed that all the residents of Asmodin rejected him, and more importantly, her.
Gumina Glassred.
She was the first girl he ever felt drawn to since he was a child. Whenever she was around he felt an indescribable stir within his chest. The soft jade tresses of her hair, her porcelain soft skin, and more importantly the glow of her teal eyes whenever he saw her smile. Since he was young, he thought of numerous ways to make her smile at him and see her eyes alight with love for him. Her parents had made an arrangement with his father for her to be wed to him, and oh, how joyous did he feel when he found out that the girl he liked was to be his future bride. Unfortunately the same could not have been said for Gumina.
She would always ridicule him just as much as everyone else. Once he made a small gesture of kindness like picking up her hat after the wind blew it off, and she snatched it from his hands and leered at him. Another time he had given her a gift of roses that would complement her hair; she would just smack at his hand making him toss the flowers away and snickered maliciously. Apparently this was her way of rebelling against her parent's wishes to an arranged marriage, and because his face was such a loathly face she could take pride in upsetting him.
As they grew older the worse and worse the ache in his heart increased. And worse and worse did the tormenters bestow upon him their pains. Every vile word that came from their lips was like the backlash of a whip. What had added insult to injury was that out of all those who had hurt him, Gumina's remarks cut into him like a knife.
Today was the day that he was to announce the day he was to marry Gumina to the other nobles. And the day he thought would be his most glorious was his most disastrous. That day his father died and even on his deathbed the old man spat at him saying that all that he would be the downfall of everything he worked for, his last words being that he wished he had a better son than him. What was worse than the old man's spiteful words was the fact that during the evening soirée that he would announce his pledge to marry Gumina, did she not only publicly humiliate him by claiming he was sexually impotent, she also said vulgarly that she would never share the marital bed with a man such as him with the most wicked leer on her beautiful features.
It was too much for him. All he could do was run out while everyone had laughed and hide himself in the darkness. All he could do was run out into the darkness, run from the pain, run from the grief, run from the sorrow, run from the humiliation. Tears had stung his eyes, and he let them fall in his endeavor to escape. He didn't know how long or how far he ran but he didn't care he wanted to be anywhere but there. He stumbled and fell, and it was then he took in his surroundings, the slums Luxur; the capital city of Asmodin. No one would find him here, in fact he felt so horrible on the outside that he could find acceptance in this horrid place. It was then that he curled into ball and let his despair and sorrow take over. He couldn't live anymore, in this torrid world that tortured him so much and more than that, he wanted to be granted the sweet bliss of death.
"You poor thing." A voice whispered from the darkness. He couldn't tell whether this voice was male or female but it sounded sympathetic.
He looked up and before him was a figure wearing a white cloak with amethyst and gold patterns on the hem and hood that resembled flames. He couldn't see his face save for the figure's chin and thin mouth that was stretched into an evil smile.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I have gone by many names, but for now you can call me a Prince of this World, I'm here because your despair is what lured me to you, my lord, Sateriajis." The cloaked figure said before he fell into a graceful bow before the disgraced lord.
Next Chapter: "The Descent into Madness"
Facilis descensus Averni
A/N: Yes. Finally the first chapter is completed. Note to everyone, I DO NOT approve of Faustian contracts of ANY sort, but since I'm making my own version of "Venomania Kou no Kyouki" or "Dance with Asmodeus," I have to add that part into the work. Well. I hope you are all enjoying this and I hope you will review.
