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Prologue:

Darkness.

It wasn't a peaceful kind of darkness, however. It was eerie, almost terrifying. Eijun shook where he stood before daring to take a step forward, stepping on what he guessed to be gravel.

'Where am I? This is too creepy,' Eijun thought as he took another step. He stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Going somewhere?"

Eijun turned around and came face to face with an older man, who was grinning from ear to ear. He had brown, greying hair that reached the back of his neck, and tan skin. He had a fair build, but what really stood out about him was that he was really tall. Eijun only reached his stomach, and had to really strain his neck to look the man in the face.

"Um… Where am I?" Eijun looked around a bit, curious as to why he was able to see the man so clearly with such a lack of light.

"Ah, where's my hospitality? Here, make yourself at home," the man snapped his fingers, immediately illuminating everything in a flash. Eijun was standing in a large dining room, with marble floors and a fancy chandelier hanging over a table covered with sweets. A large, cushy chair was next to him.

"This, my young friend, is Hell. I welcome you to it," the man motioned Eijun to sit, which he happily obliged to.

"So, this is Hell? I wonder why people say they don't want to come here," Eijun laughed heartily, and the man chuckled darkly.

"Yes, yes. Now, Eijun, you do know why you are here, do you not?" the man asked. Eijun sighed and nodded slowly, before the man patted his shoulder and smiled.

"Don't worry lad, everything will be alright now. I have an important job for you," the man snapped his fingers again, and Eijun felt himself be quickly strapped to the chair. He struggled fiercely against the vines that held him prisoner, but it was no use.

"What do you want from me?" Eijun spat at the man, who just smiled at him.

"Your help," the man waved someone over, and a girl came into Eijun's view. She was short, with long, tangled black hair and an eyepatch. She had on a leather skirt and bikini top, with knee-length black heeled boots. In her hands was-

"A branding iron?" Eijun began to struggle again as the girl walked up to him and smiled sweetly, sweeping his bangs away from his forehead.

"This is going to hurt a little," her voice was quiet, yet melodic. Eijun calmed down a bit after hearing her words, even though they spelled out nothing but trouble.

The vine that held Eijun's chest tightly in place was removed and Eijun tried to remove his arm in a solid motion. Unfortunately, the other vines tightened considerably, and he ended up hurting his arm.

"So rebellious. We'll have to work on that obedience," the brown haired man nodded to the girl, in which she tore Eijun's shirt from his chest and lifted the iron.

"No! Wait! Please, don't do this!" Eijun tried to think of something equal to the situation to offer instead, but nothing came up. As the girl brought the branding iron closer, her voice now seemed to chill Eijun to the bone.

"I have to, silly. It's protocol."

Since I'm just starting out, I kinda wanted to test the waters, see what you lovelies like. I'll update weekly, or at least try my best to. Don't forget to be a dear and leave a review! I do love constructive criticism. Au revoir, ma chéris.