Note: Hai! I have a big liking towards most of the antagonist characters in
any anime and in Yami no Matsuei, I happen to adore Dr. Muraki.
Unfortunately, I only manage to watch 2 of its episodes so don't be
surprise to see names and events that doesn't exist.
2nd note: Believe me, I love bad guys. If you don't, this story is going to be boring.
Sitting silently by the window, I stare at the dark and empty sky, Waiting as time passes by slowly, Living like there's no hope for tomorrow...
....tell me. Tell me if there is anyone in this world who resist happiness. Tell me if there is someone who enjoys being alone.
Ever since I was young, I dreamed and hope for a normal life. I envy my friends which has both loving parents. Everytime I see them together, having fun, I burn with jealousy and anger. It's not that I don't have anybody to care, nobody cares.
I was born to this world not to bring joy. Instead adds misery to my mother. Because of me, my father reluctantly married her. Mother obviously was not happy. She used to collect dolls. Porcelain dolls, and then destroys them to ease her anger. At times when she couldn't find any new ones, she would call me. She would treat me like one of her lifeless dolls. Every night, I would curl myself up at the corner of the dark room, trying to sleep, trying to ignore the pains, the bruises and cuts.
My life was a living hell. I tried to kill myself once, but it brought more trouble. She found out. I was locked up inside a room and was almost starved to death. Even locked up, she would constantly tortures and cursed me like everything that happened was my fault. I even tried to poison myself to death. I almost succeeded when someone found me unconsious and was brought to the infirmary. I drank all sorts of poison and taken almost all kinds of drugs until I'm apparently immune to them. I was desparate to end my life.
One day, she died. I didn't know either to rejoice or regret because it was suppose to be me in that coffin and not her. Not long later, father got married. The woman had a son, Saki. For the first time, I had a brother and a friend. Day after day, I tried to talk to him. He ignored me.
Then, something weird occured. It seems that everyday there wasn't any other families that attend funeral except mine. First, it was mother's, then stepmother's and then father's funeral. Soon, It knew it would be me next.
That night, it was a full moon. Standing only a few inches in front of me was Saki. His stare seemed to pierce through my heart. I sat motionless on the floor, waiting for my turn to die. At this rate, I'll do anything to end my life. Even considering being murdered. Unfortunately, one of father's servants came and shot Saki. It was the most terrible thing that ever happened to me. I didn't know how many times that I cheated death. I was devastated.
I stood at Saki's side. I look at the bloody boy. I stared at the person who I called 'brother'. Even though I have to accept the truth that he's dead, I can't. I wanted to kill him so badly myself, with my own hands. I wanted to have the satisfaction of killing the person that once threatened me.
But, I had no idea how to achieve this. So, I only had one choice. I sold my soul to the devil. The only thing I had to do was kill to absorb energy. I am just like a shinigami, but alive. I learned chants, spells, even summoning. I know my life was limited so that's why I had to find a perfect body to replace Saki's one fast.
Throughout the years, I caged myself inside my own laboratory. I preserved Saki's head inside a freezing device to keep it 'fresh' until a perfect substitute for his body was found. Researches upon researches were done. One day, I ransaked my late father's files and found a picture of a sickly dying man. He happened to be father's patient. He has a pair of deep purple eyes. He had the most beautiful body fit to be Saki's. I must find him. Even if it means digging his grave.
2nd note: Believe me, I love bad guys. If you don't, this story is going to be boring.
Sitting silently by the window, I stare at the dark and empty sky, Waiting as time passes by slowly, Living like there's no hope for tomorrow...
....tell me. Tell me if there is anyone in this world who resist happiness. Tell me if there is someone who enjoys being alone.
Ever since I was young, I dreamed and hope for a normal life. I envy my friends which has both loving parents. Everytime I see them together, having fun, I burn with jealousy and anger. It's not that I don't have anybody to care, nobody cares.
I was born to this world not to bring joy. Instead adds misery to my mother. Because of me, my father reluctantly married her. Mother obviously was not happy. She used to collect dolls. Porcelain dolls, and then destroys them to ease her anger. At times when she couldn't find any new ones, she would call me. She would treat me like one of her lifeless dolls. Every night, I would curl myself up at the corner of the dark room, trying to sleep, trying to ignore the pains, the bruises and cuts.
My life was a living hell. I tried to kill myself once, but it brought more trouble. She found out. I was locked up inside a room and was almost starved to death. Even locked up, she would constantly tortures and cursed me like everything that happened was my fault. I even tried to poison myself to death. I almost succeeded when someone found me unconsious and was brought to the infirmary. I drank all sorts of poison and taken almost all kinds of drugs until I'm apparently immune to them. I was desparate to end my life.
One day, she died. I didn't know either to rejoice or regret because it was suppose to be me in that coffin and not her. Not long later, father got married. The woman had a son, Saki. For the first time, I had a brother and a friend. Day after day, I tried to talk to him. He ignored me.
Then, something weird occured. It seems that everyday there wasn't any other families that attend funeral except mine. First, it was mother's, then stepmother's and then father's funeral. Soon, It knew it would be me next.
That night, it was a full moon. Standing only a few inches in front of me was Saki. His stare seemed to pierce through my heart. I sat motionless on the floor, waiting for my turn to die. At this rate, I'll do anything to end my life. Even considering being murdered. Unfortunately, one of father's servants came and shot Saki. It was the most terrible thing that ever happened to me. I didn't know how many times that I cheated death. I was devastated.
I stood at Saki's side. I look at the bloody boy. I stared at the person who I called 'brother'. Even though I have to accept the truth that he's dead, I can't. I wanted to kill him so badly myself, with my own hands. I wanted to have the satisfaction of killing the person that once threatened me.
But, I had no idea how to achieve this. So, I only had one choice. I sold my soul to the devil. The only thing I had to do was kill to absorb energy. I am just like a shinigami, but alive. I learned chants, spells, even summoning. I know my life was limited so that's why I had to find a perfect body to replace Saki's one fast.
Throughout the years, I caged myself inside my own laboratory. I preserved Saki's head inside a freezing device to keep it 'fresh' until a perfect substitute for his body was found. Researches upon researches were done. One day, I ransaked my late father's files and found a picture of a sickly dying man. He happened to be father's patient. He has a pair of deep purple eyes. He had the most beautiful body fit to be Saki's. I must find him. Even if it means digging his grave.