Ok, so this story starts right after Daughter of Evil ends. I know, I know; It's WAAAY different from the original story line Mothy (The best person EVER) made, but this is mine and my friend's take on it. It's rated T for language. Mostly from Gakupo being an asshole. And me. And occasional angered townspeople.
ALSO, THIS CONTAINS HUGE SPOILERS. I suggest you watch the entire 7 Deadly Sins-Vocaloid series along with Moonlit Bear, Chronos Story, The Clockwork Lullabies (all of them), Five the Pierrot, Cappricho Farce, and Little Garden Girl. I think that's all of them...if I missed any, I am deeply sorry. OH and Last Revolver, but that is NOT GUMI's sin. GUMI's is coming out(I HOPE) soon.
If you have NO idea what this series is, I suggest leaving. Because it'll take all the fun out of your...something. What was I saying? I just totally forgot. Oh well.
I've been juggling with this concept for a while, so I'm really excited! I hope you enjoy!
I own NOTHING except my own ideas.
Don't know who owns Vocaloids, but Mothy owns the Seven Deadly Sins series.
CHAPTER 1: The Beginning
Oh, it's tea time.
BONG. BONG.
The clock rung twice. The crowd cheered, screams echoing around and bouncing off the buildings. The red warrior stood up on the guillotine stage, holding a smiling head with curls of blonde hair and closed eyes; a peaceful expression. "THE QUEEN IS DEAD!"
The crowd went wild again, cheering and embracing each other. Everyone was happy. Even the handsome man in blue wore a slight smile as he held a green sash in his hand.
The warrior woman tore the black ribbon from the head's hair and threw it on the ground, stomping on it until it was covered with mud.
"What're ya gonna do with the body, Milady?" A voice rang up.
"Yeah!"
"Where ya gonna put it?"
The woman smiled coldly. "It shall be burned."
The crowd went ballistic at this news. Most burst into song, and in the distance, one could see the castle of Lucifenia(1) falling. A castle where a tiny queen had ruled cruelly for many long years.
"And what about the ashes?"
The crowd fell silent and parted as a small, petite figure stepped forward, a cloak obscuring the figure's face from view. They stooped and picked up the ribbion, threading it through their fingers rather methodically. Almost if they had seen or held it before...
The warrior glared down at the figure. "Why do you care?"
"I don't." The answer was quick, careless, and cold. The crowd chuckled. "But everyone is-or ONCE was-a human being. With a soul. They should all be buried with a little dignity."
"Why should SHE deserve our COMPASSION? Even in death!" A shrill female voice screetched. The crowd began to voice their opinions.
"What's your problem? She's a bitch!"
"WAS a bitch!"
The crowd laughed. Two burly men grabbed the small figure's arms, but the figure seemed to ignore them all. Their face was tilted up towards the red warrior woman.
"I say, we kill THIS kid too!" One of the men yelled.
"YEAH!"
"Make them BURN!"
"TRAITOR!"
"Friends, comrades! Calm yourselves down!" The warrior yelled. She jumped off the stage and walked up to the figure, guesturing for the men to release them. They did and melted back into the crowd. "What is your name?"
Now that she was in front of the figure, she could see the figure was definately a young woman. Her mouth was curved slightly up into a warm smile. "It doesn't matter what my name is." She said kindly, face tilted down and away from the warrior queen.
"Why do you hide your face?"
"Ah..." The figure nodded. "Because of my unfortunate looks. I'm afraid...I'm afraid they match my personality."
"So you're wicked."
The crowd was deathly silent. The figure's mouth tilted up into a smirk, and she looked up. A mask covered her eyes. It only had one eye hole, and one brilliantly blue eye could be seen. The mask covered a portion of her cheek, as well. It was white with light red patterns. "Yes, I suppose you could call me wicked."
The warrior nodded. "Well, if you are wicked, then why do you believe that everyone once was human?" She raised an eyebrow.
"I need an excuse to bury that poor soul's body, didn't I?" The young woman smirked and pulled out a small bag matching the dark green of her cloak. She withdrew a fistful of gold and held it out to the warrior woman.
The crowd gaped. "P-Pure gold!" They all whispered, clamboring about each other to get a better look at the rich stranger. She laughed out loud.
"See how they all get excited at the prospect of money? It is a riot! Your people are greedy, insulent fools. If I stood here and proclaimed myself leader, they would listen and kill you without a second thought." She held it out. "The money for the body."
The warrior's eyes narrowed, and she pushed the pale hand back towards it's owner. "Keep your sinful money." She hissed.
"Sins...who are you to judge what is sinful and not? Sins happen every day, underneath our noses." The figure tossed the coins behind her carelessly.
The crowd shouted, diving for the glimmering coins. They began to fight each other.
"No! Stop this!" The warrior yelled, but none listened. They continued to brawl, throwing their friends out of the way, stepping on each other. Many weaker townspeople backed up and began to watch.
"Stop them!" The warrior snarled, grabbing her sword. "Or I shall cut you where you stand."
The figure smiled ambiguously. "Money is worth much in Hell." With that, she snapped her fingers. All the coins vanished into little golden flames.
The people stood cautiously and carefully, all of them backing away. The warrior's eyes widened. "You're a witch..."
"More of a sorceress, actually." The figure practically beamed. "So, shall you give me the body? Or will I have to take...her?"
The warrior stepped aside. All watched as the figure stepped forward and picked up the peaceful head. She clucked her tounge in distaste and began stroking the dead queen's hair, murmuring words of apology. She picked up the small body laying behind the guillotine and picked that up, slinging it over her shoulder.
"Wait!" Another cloaked figure ran out of the crowd, panting hard. It looked to be a young boy, one with golden hair and blue eyes. He looked similar to the deceased queen. "W-Where are you going with him?"
The crowd murmured. "Lad, how much've you been drinkin'? That's the queen." A beefy man guffawed. Others chuckled, but most were silent, paralyzed by fear.
The sorceress chuckled and shook her head. "Child, you are making this too easy for me." She smirked. "I suggest running."
"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me where you are taking him! I demand that you tell!" The boy spat, standing his ground.
"Somewhere where he will rest." The figure sighed. "Unfortunately, he has passed on what was his to you. So I will bring him to the Court. He is a clean, poor soul. You have twisted him beyond recognizion." Flames suddenly erupted along the ground.
The crowd began to run, screaming. The warrior was joined by the young prince, who squinted at the boy.
"I-I didn't mean to!" The boy begged, dropping to his knees and ignoring the flames. "He..."
"The Irregular loved you, Rin." The figure said smoothly, beginning to disappear.
"Len! Please, take me with you!"
"Soon, soon. Soon you shall come to me..." The flames engulfed the figure and she so vanished.
Dead silence filled the once joyous square. The warrior and the prince stood side by side, staring in shock at the boy.
Something clicked in the warrior's head. Of a boy running out of the mansion with the other servants, clutching a cloak around his neck. He glanced back only once. The warrior's people wanted to go after him, but she had stopped them, saying the queen was enough. The witch called...Rin...that name.
"You're..." The warrior picked up her fallen sword, twirling it slowly in her hands. "The sorceress...had your brother, didn't she?"
The 'boy' stood slowly, shaking.
"You demanded she hand him over. Servants don't usually demand things." The warrior's voice was light and kind sounding, but when the 'boy' looked into her eyes, 'he' saw wicked lights dancing in the deep red.
"I know you." The prince spoke softly. "You are a wicked, evil being. It seems we didn't kill you properly." His hand grasped the hilt of his sword.
The 'boy' bit 'his' lip. To think 'he' once loved that scum...
"So let's finish the job!" The warrior roared and sliced the air. The 'boy' had taken off already, darting through alleyways and hopping over the fence.
"AFTER HER!" The prince and the warrior screetched, chasing after the former queen. Other townspeople had emerged from their hiding places and joined the chase. Soon, the queen was pursued by fifty or so people, the warrior and the prince at the head of the pack.
Please, please, PLEASE...I don't want to die! Rin sobbed inwardly, darting through streets and breaking up throngs of people. Oh, god...
"OOF!" She crashed right into a man wearing a black cloak. He spun around and grabbed her arm, yanking her into an alleyway.
"LET ME GO! LET ME-" She screamed, but was cut off by his hand over her mouth. "Would you like to die, my lady?" He whispered into her ear. Rin's eyes widened, but she let the man pull her through a door.
The door closed. The man removed his hand from her mouth and pointed towards the stairs. "Go. The first room on your left. My daughter is in there, waiting."
"How can I know I can trust you?" Rin whispered. The shouts and yelling grew closer to the house.
"You don't." The man's blue eyes were hard, and Rin could make out, even in the darkened house, that his hair was a bright blue.
Rin spun on her heel and charged up the stairs, flinging open the door and slamming it shut behind her. She pressed her back to the door, breathing hard and taking in her surroundings.
She was in a small, bright white room. A fire crackled merrily in the corner, and a window was open to let fresh air in. A closet stood to the far left and a bed lay next to it. On a vanity table lay two identical golden mirrors. A girl sat in a wheelchair, staring out the window. She looked over her shoulder at the sounds and smiled. "Hello."
Rin was gasping so heavily she could only nod. The girl guestured to the closet. "Hide in there. Hopefully they won't search the house." She turned back to the window.
Rin dashed to the closet and opened it, sliding through and closing the door quietly.
The door downstairs was flung open. "Oh! S-Sorry, Mr. Kaito sir!" A man's voice exclaimed. A murmuring of voices.
"Any particular reason you decided to barge into my house?" The man from before, Kaito, inquired. He sounded very calm.
"Are you harboring the queen?" The warrior's voice, now. Rin stifled a sob. There was no doubt he'd give her up. For money, I bet. Money's good in Hell.
"The queen? Which one?"
"The one we killed."
Kaito let out a small laugh that rang like bells. "If you killed her, how would we harbor her?"
"She's not really dead!" There was a smash from downstairs and then a gasp. "Mr-Mr. Kaito, sir...I am SO sorry-"
"Get out." The tone was musical, and light, but Rin could feel the tension in the air, even from upstairs.
"Answer my question."
"Why would I harbor such a beast?"
Rin looked down in sorrow. So this was what everyone had thought of her. She should've died instead of Len...
The door closed.
Rin waited in a dark silence.
The closet door creaked open, and the man from before stood above her. He held out his hand. Rin took it and stood. "Thank you." She said stiffly.
He nodded and smiled slightly, leading Rin downstairs where the girl from before now sat at a table. "Sit."
Rin sat, watching the man take a seat across from her. "My name is Kaito. You and I, we are both Sins."
Rin raised her eyebrows. "Come again?"
Kaito sighed, running a hand through his blue hair and glancing at her. "Sins. We are both Sins. You are Pride."
Rin stood.
"Like it or not, you are a fugitive. You have nowhere to turn." Kaito twirled something in between his fingers. "I apologize. You obviously took it as an insult, but you misunderstand my intentions." He guestured to his daughter. "Miku, this is Rin."
Miku bowed her head, green eyes kind. Rin nodded back, raising an eyebrow at Kaito. "So what do you mean, sir-" she added condescendingly,"-when you say I am Pride?"
"I mean that you and your twin were the living personifications of Pride, the first of the Seven Deadly Sins." Kaito explained calmly. "That woman that you saw is a sorcerous, destined to catching all Seven sins."
"I'm only half a sin...?" Rin tried to let this all soak in. "So Len is the other half?"
"Not anymore." Kaito stood, lighting a match in a lantern. The swinging of it cast strange flickering shadows across the room. "You have absorbed the boy's sins. You are fully Pride now."
Rin massaged her temples.
"You have outlived your story." Kaito studied her. "...I do not know how you have managed to accomplish such a feat. Once a Sin is finished with their story, or reign, for you, they are ambushed by the sorcerous. It must've been Len's fault. I am not sure what she is playing at by taking him-"
"Is she playing a game?" Miku piped up. "The Irregular has a later part that we need him for...and the Perre Noel hasn't completely formed yet." Her brows furrowed. "Has Elluka Clockworker caught Lust yet?"
"No...Lust is who we shall save next...I know she already has Gluttony. With Rin here, we have the upper hand." Kaito began to pace. "If we don't move soon she shall beat us to him. I am not sure on the status of Envy or Wrath."
Miku gave a slight shiver. "A-And Sloth?"
"No one has emerged yet." Kaito sounded apologetic. "I am sorry for the role you must-"
"Might." Miku's voice was faint. "Might play."
Rin slammed her hands on the table, causing Miku to jump. "What the hell are you two going on about?" She exclaimed. "Who is Elluka Clockworker, who is the Perre Noel, what will Miku have to do, why are you people calling Len irregular, and what do I have to do with this?
Kaito's blue eyes pierced into Rin's. "Everything. You and I, milady, are the major playing pieces of this game that was created. Now please, calm down."
"I will NOT calm down!" Rin yelled, jumping up and beginning to pace madly. "Who was that woman that took Len? Was she this Elluka person?"
"No."
"...Care to elaborate?" Rin snapped at him.
"No. For I cannot." Kaito spread his arms out as an apology. "I can only tell you the extent of what I know, and I do not know her name. She and Elluka are of the same, though. The first thing I shall tell you is this." He held up a finger. "The person you do NOT want to meet is Elluka."
Rin sat down. "Why?"
"She has nothing to gain and nothing to lose. Going up against her means certain death, or worse; eternal damnation."
"So what are you doing? Trying to save us?" Rin snorted. "If we're Sins, we can't be saved."
Kaito's eyes took on a gleam. "You are wrong, and my intentions are some I will keep to myself." He folded his hands neatly. "The Perre Noel hasn't completed yet, so we will wait for that. Your brother, we will meet him again soon. Miku may have to step up to become a Sin, for no other vessel is available at this time. We all have more than one role to play. Alright?"
"No."
"Good. Tomorrow, you, Miku, and I will all venture into the land of Asmodean(2) to salvage Lust, or the Duke. You may have heard of him. There is a possibility that Elluka has beaten us there, and we may have to fight for you. I will teach you tomorrow morning. Miku shall find you extra clothes and food." He stood.
"W-Wait!" Rin glared up at him. "What makes you think I'll just come with you?"
"Really, Princess." Kaito smiled at her. Miku shuddered in a corner. "Why would you stay here to burn?"
Rin stared at him silently. After a moment, she nodded her affirmation. "Fine. I will join you and your daughter on your...mission to save the world."
"You did not hear a word I said through that entire thing, did you?" Kaito laughed. "I'm not saving the world, I'm saving..." He left, a smile still playing on his lips. It sent chills down Rin's spine.
"Tomorrow." She murmured. "Fine. We'll go to his stupid thing tomorrow."
TOMORROW OMG OMG I don't know.
Okay, for this, I'm not using the names like Rillianne and Gallerion(spelling?), but I'm sure one will get the idea.
NOTE NOTE NOTE: This is taking place right after Chronos Story, where Elluka shows up in front of the Duke's castle thingy. Imeanmansion. NOTE NOTE NOTE.
I wonder if you people read these.
If anyone caught why Miku shuddered, I love you.
Kaito's, Elluka's, The nameless sorceress', and everyone else's roles will be introduced later. I'm gonna try my hardest to incorporate Perre Noel into this as much as I can, but I can't guarentee anything.
The (1) and (2) are the actual names of the places of the sins in the Seven Deadly Sins series.
In order of appearence in MY STORY:
Lucifenia: PRIDE
Asmodean: LUST
Belzenia: GLUTTONY
Levianta: ENVY
Elphegort: SLOTH
Marlon: GREED
So now you know...if you didn't. Elluka is a collecter, along with the nameless sorceress. YES I KNOW SHE HAS A NAME. So don't start on me about: OMGGGG SHE HASSS A NAAAAME WHATS UR DEAL.
Because I know. I am refraining from using it yet. Artistic liscence and all.
Gakupo next, lovelies.
I REALLY hope SOMEONE reads this. Or likes it and favorites. Or...mostly just reads...or reviews...
-Wren-