Hey guys~ I'm Noir and this is my very first fanfiction! Yay~ Anyway, I hope you enjoy the preview, and please review and give me feedback! Thanks for reading~!
"You know, Ciel," Lu says to her butler, gazing out the window at the smoke and flames. "There is a legend called The Twenty-fifth Hour. It goes something like this: Thousands of years ago, peril and tragedy was to become of Elrios. At the time, there was still seven masters, Rosso, Gaia, Denif, Ventus, Solace, Ebalon, and Tenebris. Tenebris pitied the humans and broke one of the few rules of being a master; they cannot descend to the human world. Descending to the human world against her contract meant that Tenebris was stripped of her title of master, and seeing as there is still no Master of Darkness, they cannot be replaced. Tenebris became a very powerful demon when her title was stripped because she could not become human. Furious with the other Masters for taking her title, she decided to get revenge. She found the El stone hidden in a tower, and shattered it into many pieces and scattered them across Elrios. Each city of Elrios eventually acquired one piece of the El and guarded it. During the time it took to recover the El shards, Tenebris had become Princess of Feita. Of course, they didn't know that their so called heir to the throne was not in fact the heir and none the less a demon. After Feita acquired their El shard, Tenebris stole it and fled to the outskirts of the city. Naturally, many people from Feita's garrison pursued her to the outskirts and attacked her. Unfortunately for them, her demon form awakened within her and she became more powerful than ever. On that night, chaos ensued. She used the El shard to give her even more power, causing it to turn dark, and she slaughtered nearly everyone in Feita. The city was in ruins. Seeing as the El shard was losing power quickly, she used the last of it's power to do two things; create an extra hour, a twenty-fifth hour, in that night, and turn the El shard into five swords, now known as the Five Swords of Hell. During that twenty-fifth hour, more people lost their lives than ever had before. It's said that every thousand years the day it happened has a twenty-fifth hour, and that anything can happen during that cursed hour." "How . . . interesting," Ciel replies, deep in thought. "This year," She turns to look at him with a smug look. "Is the five thousandth anniversary." He grins.
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