Chapter 24
His Maid Princess. His Black Butler.
The Tale of a Wounded Heart VI
Ainselle's memories
A young girl sat in the corner of a small, pure white room and sang quietly to herself. Her hair was straight, long and silver while her eyes were a pair of shiny bright blue crystals.
Even though the room was rather cold, the girl was only wearing a long, frilly white dress with a big white bow tied securely in her , the door into the room flew open and
a beautiful woman with long wavy hair stormed in, looking angry.
"Ainselle! I told you not to leave those stupid, ugly drawings lying around! They are disgusting!"
She screamed, raging, and threw the three drawings she picked up in the living room at the child. Ainselle cringed and tears swelled up in her eyes:
"But mommy- this one is you! See?"
She crawled up to the already damaged picture and held it up so Constancia could see it and hopefully praise her daughter. However, no such thing was going through the
mother's head. Constancia snarled ferociously and slapped her daughter across the cheek, leaving five deep scratches that began to bleed instantly.
"I don't care. I don't want to see those disgusting pictures ever again, understood? And NEVER call me 'mother'!"
Ainselle bowed her head in pain and shame, trying to hide her tears and nodded:
"Yes, Mistress. Please forgive me."
"Hmph, we'll see about that, little rat."
With that, Constancia walked back out and slammed the door shut. Ainselle wiped away her tears and screamed in frustration, feeling anger pulse through her veins.
Then, she picked up her sketches and ripped them apart, throwing the remains on the floor.
"Why can't you just accept me?"
The ten year old girl hissed and sank to her knees, crying silently.
"Ainselle, why are you crying?"
A tall, powerful man walked into her room and she run up to him and hugged him tightly, still crying. Lucifer hugged her back and sighed heavilly, knowing exactly why
his daughter was crying.
"Shhh calm down, calm down...don't get upset over someone like that woman."
"She hates me! She hates me so much! Daddy, what have i done to her?"
Ainselle cried out and Lucifer shook his head and wiped off her tears. Then, he gave her a kind smile and ruffled her hair gently:
"Nothing sweetie, you've done nothing wrong. It's not your fault that your mother is such a...bad woman. I'm sorry, Ainselle, i picked such a monster..."
He whispered the last part so she wouldn't hear it and then said with a cheeky grin:
"Want to plait my hair?"
"YEAH!"
Ainselle exclaimed, her eyes brightening up again and an excited grin parted her lips. All tears were forgotten...for now.
-4 years later-
"Come here you half blooded bitch!"
"Know your place!"
She cried out as the whip of the prosecutor cut through the soft skin on her back, leaving a deep and heavily bleeding gash. The crowd of excited angels cheered at the
sigh of black demon blood dripping down on the platform and Ainselle looked up to face a her mother. Constancia sat on a high platform next to some Seraphims, grinning
at her daughter's pain. She enjoyed every second of Ainselle's torture.
"Would you like me to continue, Lady Constancia?"
The prosecutor asked her with a blood thirsty smirk and the crowd roared wildly, as if one giant predator thirsting for more blood.
"Kill her!"
"Kill the bitch!"
They chanted, licking their lips but Ainselle's eyes were on Constancia. The woman's grin wodened and she stood up:
"I have something better in store for my...daughter..."
The crowd cheered, sensing danger in her voice and Constancia began to mutter words quietly. The air around her began to pulse an unhealthy, canary yellow colour and
Ainselle's eyes widened from shock.
"NO!"
She screamed and began to wriggle, trying to set herself free from the chains.
"You're scared now, monster!"
"Go on Lady Constancia! Curse her!"
Individual angels shouted from the crowd and then, Constancia opened her eyes and smirked:
"Goodbye, little rat"
A beam on bright yellow charge collided with Ainselle and her body began to shake wildly, as if she was being electrocuted. She screamed from agony as her eyes began to
turn brown, erasing the angel within her. then, with a high pitched 'ting' sound, as if someone broke a crystal vase, Ainselle's soul left her bruised body and flew upwards,
attempting to escape from the crowd but Constancia was faster, much faster. She turned her Agate energy into a sharp and long silver dagger and threw it at the small blue
sphere. It went through the sphere and with one last scream, Ainselle's soul faded away and her body fell silent.
*Why, mother...why...*
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A/N: well, this is what kind of past our main character had...review on your way out please! X)
kishi24kisses- your review made me giggle x) yes, i know what you mean- i made Constancia so unlikable for a reason :P and thanks- the name 'Riel' was the first thing that
came into my mind when i was thinking about giving Ciel a twin brother :p