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On the day Ferid came to deliver the news, Mikaela Hyakyuya had gained something he had lost many years ago. It was a sort of sort of skip in his usual melancholy step. It was a sort of glimmer in his dull monotone eyes. It was his new found thing in things that weren't his business. It was the colour of hope in the land of the hopeless. The vampire queen, Krul Tepes found it to be quite unappealing as it clashed with his usual emotionless attire.
She knew what the catalyst for his change was. Yuuichiro Hyakyuya had been found. The seraph who escaped and now resided in the hands of the humans.
Though the boys reappearance was a bit of a problem for the queen, Mikaela took it like child learning that Santa Claus existed.
To him, it was okay because he still had Yuuichiro. He could hope again because he still had his family.
Because of Yuuichiro, his hands could be wiped clean of the blood.
Because of Yuuichiro, Ferid and the rest of the vampires would disappear like a bad dream.
Because of Yuuichiro, he wouldn't want to drain the nearest human of every drop of blood.
Because of Yuuichiro, he could be forgiven for leading his family to slaughter like pigs.
Because of Yuuichiro, he wouldn't hurt anymore.
Because of Yuuichiro, he could breath again.
It was actually quite tragic. Mikaela seemed to give the boy magical powers to fix he, the broken doll. He was dead inside, he was a dying flower and this was a pure drop of hope holding a promise of a sweet summer rain.
But Krul knew this was only the dying screams of all that made him human.
An eternity of years taught her that there was no hope for thier kind. It's an unwinnable game, an endless nightmare.
This is the land of the broken mind and there is no room for hope.
