"Shishishi. Ashishishi..."
At last he had done it. He will never be inferior to his perfect older twin brother. Not anymore.
How many years did he spend thinking, waiting before he was able to execute his grand plan? Everyone, all human beings except for him lay lifeless and brutally slashed. Ahaha, I'm spilling royal blood.
The younger (and the only remaining) prince, wandered outside their palace. No use in ruling the dead. And so he gathered their monetary possessions (and his knives) and set off on a journey wherever it leads him. Before he knew it, he came across a crowded city. There were buildings, shops, and lots and lots of people. He was awed. Something like this existed beyond the palace walls. So, what is this place?
"Hello little boy," he looked up. It was a short kind-looking man, not too old, not too young, "are you lost?" the man asked in an accent different to his.
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"No. So is this London?" It was rude of him, but when you're busy with sibling rivalry you don't have to learn all those goody-goody prince manners.
"Yes, you are in London, little one. Have you come here with a guardian?"
"I'm alone, shishishi. They're all dead." I killed them all. The boy's peculiar snigger towards the "they're all dead" statement intrigued the man. In addition to that, wild blonde hair seemed to purposefully block his eyes. And he wore a crown. "Say, do you have a home?"
"Home? I have nothing of that sort," he replied with a wide grin displaying his teeth.
"I am Quilish Whammy, owner of Whammy's House Orphanage. Do you want to stay there for the meantime?"
"Shishishi. Yes, thank you very much."
Whammy's House, the place where gifted orphans gather, the place where everything started.
The one who sees the lifespan, the judge who can read your life and the person who mirrors your doom in his eyes, by the time they realize it, the three prodigies will have gathered.
Looks can kill.
Silent and curious, Belphegor also Prince the Ripper, went with the man without resistance. They reached the orphanage by car. "Are there also twins here?" he asked with his unwavering snarky face. The two had now disembarked the black slick vehicle and had reached the lobby.
"Hmm," Whammy appeared thoughtful then replied, "I don't think so, but there are two boys who look very similar."
"Shishishi." I want to meet them.
A woman in a maid outfit came running at him, "This lady here is Miss Delaine," introduced the owner, "she will take you on a tour around the place. Don't hesitate to ask her any questions if you need assistance."
And Miss Delaine showed him the place, mentioned some important reminders and introduced some of the other orphans along the way. Then at that time, he saw them. Two boys, one in white the other in black long-sleeved shirt. Both have this slightly hunching stature and their eyes gazed at everyone as if looking through a scanner or something.
"Whatever happens NEVER approach those two," Delaine told him. Why not? The boy thought, "They're strange, they're...unlike any of the other children I've ever seen. They disappear at night."
"Disappear?" he whispered, "Like...vanish?"
She nodded, "They probably sneak out when nobody's watching them but even if we try our best to confine them here, they won't give up." At that moment, he met their gazes. Belphegor parted his bangs to provide him better view. The two saw his eyes had the same murderous look as theirs. Interesting.
He was shown the other parts of the humongous mansion. Not that he cared much anymore. Those two, I want to meet them.