Kufufu kufufu kufufu no fuuuuuuu Hello dearies! Tis the Hime granting you the pleasure of my presence! Ushishishi~3…. Yeah…. I kinda have an unhealthy obsession with Bel now…. Tis not my fault! Blame Jackie and Tori! I've only read the first like three chapter of khr and watched the last three episodes… so aside from listening to everyones character songs I don't really know the series! I just loooooooooooooove Bel and Fran! To the EXTREME!... I hate that guy :/…. Aaaaaanyway in the spirit of me… well lets just say if you know me…. you know how this will end….. btw… If I own khr… it would be aaaaaaall about Bel and Fran :D

Bright crimson red.

The glint of a silver oddly shaped blades.

Blonde hair that danced, hiding blood crazed eyes.

And a gleaming smile. Splattered with blood and stretched father than humanly possible.

The smell of iron and salt filled the air accompanied by an echoing laugh. "USHISHISHI!"

Someone was dancing. Swirling around, bodies falling around him like sakura petals. He danced. The light of the moon creating a red tinted sparkle off his precious tiara.

The prince didn't not think. He heard the screams. He smelled the blood. He saw the bodies. And he felt the pain.

The pain of being lost once again. Left behind by the only people who could make him feel human. First it was Mammon. And now Fran.

Belphegor was alone. There was not another single beating heart within a five mile radius any longer. Everyone was dead. Every child and their mother. Every cat, dog and bird that had made the mistake of innocently finding it's way into the area. Every peaceful face. Every old man waiting for his fulfilled life to end. Every loved and their lover. Everyone. Ally or enemy. Bel didn't care.

Bel didn't care about anything anymore. In fact it was nearly safe to say that the blonde prince was dead. With his heart still beating.

"Ushishishi- ushi..." Belphegor fell to his knees. The thick pool of blood splashed lightly beneath him. "Fraaaan~" sliver knifes clattered to the ground until only one remained in the palm of the single person alive within the city. "Ushi-shishi..." his grin widened as a tear mixed with blood as it rolled down his cheek. "Froggy~. Where are you?" his voice crackled with the lack of sanity. "Oh? Ushishishi. There you are! The prince is coming Mammon, Fran. The prince just want to see a little more red before he comes." he tilted his head towards to moon lit sky. Even there he only saw a dark shade of scarlet staining the world.

Bel rolled up his sleeves revealing his canvas, with many works already there. Many healed, many still fresh from the nights before. "Ushishishi." the oddly shaped blade carve a deep line into the torn up pale skin finding it's way completely throughout the wrist and down the length of the arm. The blade repeated the action as if controlled by a machine and not the fragile being that shook as the blood drained from his body.

"Ushishishi."

Blood soaked through the fabric of another corpse as it hit the pavement. A blood stained tiara rolled off a blonde head and into a pool of red.

In the center of a massacred city, one corpse lay differently then the rest. It lay peacefully on it's back, hands at it's sides and a small smile lay calmly below hidden eyes.