Prologue
"Look at her, even with that sorrowful expression she's still stunning," a deep, enthusiastic male voice commented, his tongue running over his sickening smile. The shadows around fell over his body like shield, making him unnoticeable to the naked eye. The only light came from an orb that sat on the table. A image was in the orb, it showed a beautiful blonde girl sitting at the bar in a guild, while she stared out longingly at the people around her.
In particular, she stared at a joyful table, with all of the occupants staring starry eyed at a white haired girl as she told them a story that was most likely a tall tale. The blonde twisted her head away from the scene as if it had burnt her, and forced a smile on her face.
But the pain still evident in her eyes.
"Don't worry, my love, the pain will go away in time. Just wait and I'll save you soon." The dark figure cooed with his strangely disturbing velvety voice.
"Bunny girl," a spiky black haired man greeted the blonde in the image as he approached her, his signature smirk spread across his face.
The dark figure clenched his fist, making his knuckles turn a milky white while he slammed his hands onto the table in fury. The orb jumped slightly as the loud bang filled the empty, dark room.
The appearance of the boy caused the blonde girl to glance at a petite blue-haired girl, who was watching the two, trying to hide her irritation at the duo. It was obvious that resentment was what she felt for the blonde girl, especially when the hatred in her eyes increased ten folds when the blonde was next to the black haired man.
"At least she's trying to hide it," the blonde muttered bitterly but also regretfully under her breath, before sighed quietly to herself.
"You know, you sound creepy when you talk to yourself like that," the black haired boy teased with a large grin, a humorous glint shining in his ruby red eyes. Though after he watched his blonde friend merely flash him a fake, strained smile in response he knew something was up. "What's bothering you Bunny," he asked seriously, genuine concern showing on his features as he stared the girl down.
When the blonde realized he heard her murmur to herself she twisted her body towards him, a deep flush spreading across her fair skinned cheeks. "N-nothing," she claimed falsely, waving her hands as if to shoo away his worries. This caused the man to huff, rolling his eyes; he could clearly see something was bothering her.
Even in the dark room you could almost feel the heat and anger belonging to the glare the figure was giving to the black haired boy in the image of the orb. It only intensified when he saw the look the man was giving her; it was almost… lovingly.
But to the unidentified figure, it was disgusting. Just watching this black haired man stare at something that he did not deserve a pinch of was putrid to the figure. He wanted to rip the man's red eyes out, wanted the man to suffer for even lightly touching a single blonde hair on her beautiful head. This man did not deserve her, and the figure believed that this blonde haired woman was his, and his only.
"Master, is there a problem," a boy asked, opening the door to the dark room which was soon dimly lit. The boy was about the same age as the blonde being shown in the orb; he had onyx colored eyes, and gray hair with the tips of his hair a sky blue. He stood loyally aside, his eyes filled with respect as he gazed worriedly back at the figure.
The dark figures features shown as well as the light poured in. He was a couple years older than the boy, his hair a light brown with the tips of his hair a bloody red. But it wasn't his hair that was the oddest feature on this man, no; it was the fact that he had intense, memorizing, gold eyes, which flashed red for a second out of anger. "Change of plans, we're speeding up the process," he proclaimed with both determination and loathe dancing in his eyes.
The gray haired boy nodded in understanding as he shut to the door to leave his master in peace.
To be continued…
Revised 8/1/2016