Author's note: Prologue seemed a bit too short and I already had this typed out so I thought, why not?
Rillaine, still wearing the cloak Allen gave her to escape, walked with a brisk pace to the sea. In a few days they would be choosing the new queen, no doubt that Red general, Germaine, the woman who executed her brother. And on the way she heard rumors that she will then marry the Prince of Blue, Kyle, that she once fell in love with, to unite the two kingdoms. Rillaine scoffed. They wouldn't even have time to plan the wedding if she had anything to say about it.
She came to the small chapel near the ocean and, not even casting a glance to the small building, walked further to the beach. The sun was beginning to set, twilight just beginning to form.
Perfect.
With her signature smirk still in place Rillaine shed the long cloak and let it pool around her feet in the sand. She kicked off her shoes, and threw the pants and socks to the side. Now clad in just a fluttering oversized white shirt that covered her only to her upper thigh, she slowly walked to the water. She took a deep breath and, with her head held high, stepped into the sea.
She walked with slow measured steps, her gaze never wavering from the last sliver of sun going down the horizon. And once the last sliver disappeared and all that remained were rays of dying sun, she stopped, with the water almost reaching the hem of her shirt. The small gust of wind blew through her golden locks and she involuntarily shivered. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, a small chest floated right in front of her.
Her smirk grew bigger as she saw the small chest her twin and she buried in the beach all those years ago. She slowly stroked the top of the chest, remembering their childhood, when th- she was still an innocent child. Allen never stopped being innocent.
"We will soon be together once again." She whispered and opened the top of the chest, taking the object inside. A small hand mirror. The second the mirror was taken out of the chest, the chest sank to the bottom of the ocean once again.
Rillaine looked to the dying twilight. She better hurry. She breathed mist into the mirror. As it fogged Rillaine started to write something on the surface.
Suddenly, the previously calm sea was disturbed with an incredibly strong wind, powerful enough to send a grown person flying.
Rillaine continued to write.
The waves, small and light only a few seconds ago, grew big, foaming on the tips, strong enough to rip a hull of any ship into pieces.
Rillaine, who was left untouched by the storm's rage, continued to write as if she wasn't aware of the storm.
The wind and the sea, which were previously just raging all undirected and without purpose, were now joining to form a tornado right in front of her. The sea withdrew from around her to form the tornado. The giant whirlwind then started to form and took shape. Once the whirlwind of sea and wind revealed a humongous demon, both the ocean and the winds calmed. Though the sea now reached only to Rillaine's knees.
The beast, black as the blackest night and it's eyes the color of fresh blood, looked around.
"Who has summoned me?" It's voice boomed although the shore, though Rillaine knew she, as his summoner, was the only one who could hear him.
"It is I, Rillaine, the mirror half of Allen. I am in need of your assistance." Rillaine spoke with a loud and clear voice. She addressed herself as Allen's mirror half as she knew that the term 'twins' did not exist in Hell.
The Devil looked down to see a girl he knew. An evil smirk grew on his deformed face as he knelt down in front of her. Rillaine knew she mustn't show fear or she would be devoured by the Devil. But if she played her cards right she could outsmart him.
"Ah, I know you. You are the Daughter of Evil everybody in Hell talks so much about. I must say, you are quite popular amongst its residents. We gladly await you." He told her with as kind of a smile as he could form, which wasn't kind at all. In Hell, the amount of your sins decides your position in the hierarchy. And with everything Rillaine has done during her life her position was pretty high.
Rillaine tried to imitate his smile but it came out as a devious smirk. "I'm afraid that my trip to Hell will have to be delayed. I still have business to do on Earth, and that is why I'm here: to propose a deal." Her devious smirk suddenly became so malicious that the Devil's curiosity skyrocketed.
"What do you need of me?" Devil asked slowly while stroking an imaginary beard with his oversized claws. Rillaine thought the gesture looked silly but she refrained from saying anything about it.
"So you agree to have a deal? Because if you don't, I'm afraid I can't tell you." Rillaine said with a a hurt expression that was anything but fake. If she told the devil her deal without him agreeing to it, it could turn the tables so suddenly and it wouldn't be in her favor.
"You are good at this. Very well, I agree for the deal but only if I get something out of it." The devil's curiosity was far too sparked to be extinguished now so he had no other choice but to agree. Though he would make sure he got as good as he gave.
"It's simple. Remember all those people I executed? Your hunger got sated for a quite a while." Rillaine said with a smirk.
"That is true, I haven't had such a feast since the great plague. Do you wish to repeat it?" The devil asked, hope almost detectable in his voice. While he was the master of death he had no direct influence over somebody's death, so in that way, his hands are tied. But if Rillaine was planning another slaughter… She was more than capable of it.
"Not only repeat it, but increase it. But for my plan to succeed, I will need a bit of your help."
"I'm listening." The devil linked his claws under his chin to indicate she had his full attention.
Rillaine smirked; she had him right where she wanted him. "I want you to borrow me your power over the dead, and I will return it once it is my time to join you in Hell." She told her proposal with a smirk.
"And what, pray tell, are you planning to do with it?" The devil was beginning to see where this lead. So she wanted to resurrect her brother and in turn she would bring a massacre so great it will be remembered for millenniums. So the tyrant princess really had a soft side. For her brother, at least.
"I'm pretty sure you already know." Rillaine gave him a fake angel-like smile. "So, I remember we had a deal?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
The devil gave a smirk. "I believe we did." He raised a claw and with its tip lightly touched Rillaine's collarbone. The last thing Rillaine saw before passing out was an enormous flash of light.
