Finally I publish something again! It's really been a while since I managed to get something written down.
In my opinion, Story of Evil is by far the best songs of Vocaloid – and if nothing else, it is definitely the saddest. This tale really made an impression on me, so I decided to write this as a tribute of sorts. And I enjoy writing drabbles, as you may have noticed by now.
Now I know that there has been some debate on whether or not Regret Message and Re_birthday are parts of the Story of Evil series, but I chose to include them for the sake of the story. For the same reasons, I also used Daughter of Vengeance, Prince of Blue and Daughter of Green as a basis.
Next one up is actually something devoid of angst! What is happening with the world?
Disclaimer: I do not own Vocaloid nor have I made the Story of Evil series, and I am too tired right now to make some witty remark about that.
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Salvation
by Cassiopeie
part one
-sinners-
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01. Sanctuary
The children, juvenile of age, are still smiling.
Their blue eyes are still shining, their young voices are still able to let a flowing laughter emerge from their small mouths.
They still play.
Sometimes, they fool their attendants by switching place - and how they adore feeling the power of deceiving and tricking. There is no one they can't fool.
Because, it's still their world.
It's small, but that makes it easier to control.
But they haven't started to tell each other stories yet. Their world is too small for that. They don't know the wideness of it.
They will.
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02. Inescapable
Even the layer of the world that surrounds their protected bubble of peace is already in storm.
It has always been. Always wars, always cunning plots and spider webbing intrigues. Always oppression. Never peace . Never justice.
Yellow is a bright color.
And sometimes, it stings in your eyes. Sometimes, it's a terrible cry that rings in your eyes. Sometimes, it's a poisonous and sharp arrow that pierces the air and hits you right in your heart, shattering it, or corroding it, spreading its deadly venom through your veins.
And here, in this layer of the world, it's everywhere.
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03. Crystallized
And before anything else, the stories come into their lives.
True, they do because they feel a slight, dark-resounding vibe in their steps. Something, though they don't possess any word, is changing.
But that's alright. Like all children, they know that the stories can help them.
Write a wish on a piece of paper.
Put it in a little bottle.
If it finds its way –
then someday, the wish will be granted.
So it's going to be alright. That's for sure.
What is written in the glass bottles, floating on the waves?
The treasured wish. What is it?
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04. Finite
It's the last, trembling breath their world will take before their fragile shell is smashed, shattered, the glass pieces scattered like petals, and they break again, and again, and again, until there is nothing but dust left. Dust falling through their fingers.
But there's still a moment left.
"What shall we play?"
They try to protect it.
"I want some sweets. Can't we sneak into the kitchen and snatch a piece of cake?"
It shivers.
"Hey…"
It's flickering.
"I don't understand! I don't understand at all!"'
But there is still a little left.
"Hush now… Let's play hide-and-seek."
Found you.
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05. Divide
This is how you change someone's world.
First, you rip it in two. You laugh as the fibers in the fabrics struggles to stay together, something you mercilessly deny them. You rip it in such a way that the pieces never can be joined again.
You separate the pieces. You dress up one of them in laces, silk, ruffles and other extravagant adornments. You put a crown on its head, and you place it at the highest place in the world you can find.
So that it's forever unattainable.
The other one?
Just throw it in some dusty, dark corner.
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06. Blossomed
All hail the princess!
All hail the princess of The Land of Yellow!
She is still very young, that is true, and of course the real rulers will be the ministers until she is old enough to carry the position herself.
But isn't she the loveliest little lady you've ever seen?
Come now, don't be afraid. This is your land now. These people are yours. Come, speak to them. Say something.
"People of The Land of Yellow…"
Her blue child eyes sweeps over the crowd beneath her.
Beneath her.
She smiles.
"I am your new ruler. Now - bow before me!"
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07. Walls
It's like someone had taken her away from him and placed a colored filter between them.
He can sense the sister he knows residing in her core, but she is swept in different colors now.
Maybe it's just that he sees her from another perspective. She is always above him now.
Always unreachable.
The future almost scares him now. He almost trembles at every step. Almost shivers at every corner. Does she?
The colors are unfamiliar. Foreign. He cannot trust them.
But they grow stronger, covering her up more and more. It's inevitable.
And that's when he makes his vow.
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08. Delight
It's wonderful! It's a new world – and it's hers, only hers!
It's a world overflowing with privileges and rewards without having to make the slightest effort. Nothing that displeases her is allowed to enter her world, and if something does slip in, she just has to wave a hand to eliminate it in an instant.
Sweets, beautiful dresses, a large and luxurious room – everything is hers alone.
Everyone around her is her property.
No one has a will under her word.
You have to admit that such a world is wonderful! Right?
She believes so. It's true.
"Oh, snack time."
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09. Beginning
The house reeks of an emptiness that consumes everything. A growing hunger that craves to get back what was taken from it. It reeks of futile attempts of survival, of harsh last coughs, and of the burning tears of the only one left.
The girl bangs her fist on the wall. Again and again. As that princess sucked out every penny they had, her family had ultimately starved to death.
Only one flower, red like the flames of wrath in color, remains.
She will never forget. She will never forgive.
She glances at the castle, and roars to the heavens.
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10. Unclaimed
The servant places the plate before the princess, but she only gives the cake a faint interest.
She has other things on her mind. There is one thing she just can't grab by force.
On a state visit to The Land of Blue, she placed him highest on her wish list – the Prince of Blue. Although her heart has changed its nature over time, she is still capable of feeling of infatuation.
But she thinks of it more like an object. An especially pretty piece of furniture or a pet of a fine pedigree she wants by her side.
Now.
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11. Masked
It's a chain she can vision clearly in her mind. She needs it not to break.
The girl in green has a good heart. Tragically good.
She has decided to make herself a pawn in this game. She makes the first move. She moves two squares forward.
She gazes into vivid blue eyes and puts on the sweetest smile – she even manages to make her cheeks blush.
The blue eyes smile back.
A piece is captured.
She takes his hand and leads him out on the street.
She prays, with all of her heart, that this will not be futile
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12. Road
The princess smashes a vase to the floor. The pieces of the expensive porcelain scatter and spread out over the marble floor.
Her prince – her property – has been stolen from her! Such humiliation! Oh, how she hates her, that impudent, vicious girl in green!
She cries tears of fury and smashes another vase, imagining it to be the girl's head.
Her head.
A gentle knock on the door. She almost yells out the "come in".
There stands the servant, the one who used to go by a different name in her heart.
Just glances. Her rage halters for a moment.
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13. Value
Because his eyes had been filled with sadness.
He knew who the princess had imagined to be in the vases' place, and it tugged at his heart.
Because he knew about a sun that illuminated a smiling face, with eyes green as the leaves on the summer trees, and a voice like sparkling water.
He knew about green eyes that had shone upon him, too. And he knew that it had created a new wish.
But he also knew about another smiling face he had vowed to protect. The one that now only contained rage.
Yet, there was no doubt.
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14. Judgement
As the door opens she hears steps of another kind – she pays them as much attention as a gust of wind, and picks up one of the vividly colored flowers resting in its glass vase.
"You called, Your Highness?"
"Yes…"
A small, but still frightening smile plays on her lips, as she starts to pluck petals from the flower, ripping them out one by one.
"The Land of Green… it has become… quite a nuisance recently…"
She removes the last petal, holding it before her eyes, studying it with interest.
"Make sure it is destroyed."
And rips it in half.
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15. Sin
They are far away from the final voices, whimpering as they perish.
That doesn't mean that they have run far enough to escape that fate. They didn't even try.
They are both fully aware that only one of them will walk away from here.
She stands before the well. It is painfully ironic to see her walk right into her own demise like this, and he can barely avoid crushing under the weight.
If she would only stop smiling…
He breaks as he shuts his eyes and pierces her with the knife.
"I'm… so sorry..."
And she falls.
"Thank… you…"
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16. World
The Princess is in a terribly good mood.. She's done nothing but giggling joyfully all day. As the servant approaches her tea table with a plate of brioche, she is playing with the sugar cubes, stacking them up in leaps, before she sees him.
"Oh, I see", she laughs. "Snack time."
"Yes, Your Highness."
It is that laugh, that smiling face, that is his eternal duty. Just to preserve it, there is no limit to what he would do, no limit to what he would become. He is nothing under her will.
He knows this.
There is nothing but smiles.
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17. Resolve
A young man, hidden by a cloak of dark blue, is walking down the narrow alleys, paying no heed to the rain. He stops before a door protected by several locks, and knocks.
After he is granted entrance, he sees inside a large group of people, gathering around a girl in red, who seems to have been interrupted in a speech. She glances suspiciously at him.
"Who are you?" she demands.
He removes the cloak, exposing the blue eyes that have lost their brightness.
"I am the prince of The Land of Blue – and I am here to help you."
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18. Tidal Wave
But then again – how fragile a color is!
It's laughable how easily it is destroyed. Killing a color is not harder than splashing a bucket of water over it – it will cry in its demise – how pathetic such a sight is! No matter how vibrant and powerful it seems, its weak points are many and fatal.
You could also distort it. Add another color, and it has no choice but to change.
Yellow and red becomes a fresh orange. Yellow and blue becomes a healthy green.
It will no longer be a threat.
Truly pitiable. But now, it is necessary.
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19. Breakpoint
If he only had known that their fate wouldn't be satisfied with shattering their lives once.
It has come to this again.
It is another tremble before the inevitable destruction.
Rip the pieces in two. Only one will remain. The other will be thrown away. And just as the last time, he knows what his role will be.
But even if he had another choice, this would still be his wish. It is his last gift and the greatest fulfillment of his eternal vow.
The sister behind him is scared. There is only one choice.
"You must listen closely now…"
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20. Waiting
She has just awakened and she desperately wishes to go back to sleep. This world is much too burning.
The princess in servant clothing is alone among the trees – her legs couldn't bear running further away than this forest – and so many feelings she hadn't had to feel until now overwhelms her. Regret, most of all. But also grief and sorrow.
She knows who's to blame.
And she knows who got to suffer.
She knows it's unfair.
A princess in servant clothing knows that a servant in princess clothing sits alone in a cell – and it should have been her.
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21. Intent
They all rejoice to the ringing of the bells. It is the day of triumph, finally, the final sinner will be punished, all will be well, finally!
Only the red one has other thoughts on her mind.
Unlike everyone else, she does not see her most hated princess go up the stairs with a solemn expression. She knows. But she lets it be.
She glances over the audience. Which one of the grey cloaks is the one who should be up here?
But it is a better blow to the heart of that princess.
The Daughter of Vengeance will rest.
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22. Reflection
A story of inescapable fates comes to its end.
He doesn't look at all the people – he looks to the sky.
Because they are already separated.
He utters a hollow and insincere line out of necessity – his mind and heart are blank. There is nothing more that's needed.
He has fulfilled his part of their divided destiny.
But she, she still looks at him. She isn't done yet. She freezes every second as the blade fall over his neck.
Their world has been broken ever since they were born. The children, their lives made of fragile glass.
But she smiles.
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end of part one
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