Darkness. A thick black shroud around them, marred only by a hellish crimson light. Light of a blood moon shone through windows without glass, black thorns curling up the walls. Illuminated in this blood light was a silver-haired figure, black streaked though it, amber gaze turned a hungry orange. Pale skin seemed to glow in the darkness.
"Haven't we waited long enough?" A female with a Transylvanian accent snarled off to the side, shrouded in darkness save for the glow of her blood red eyes and the glint of crimson light on her blade. "Firiat and Luetha had all the fun with the Fire Princess; can't I have a go at the Ice Prince?"
"Oh he's not a prince anymore." The silver-haired man grinned ever so slightly. "Dear Satoru will be dead by now, and considering our worlds have not crumbled it is safe to assume the boy is now king." He chuckled. "I suppose my plan failed."
"But you always have more." Said the familiar voice of Firiat, blue eyes gold in the red light.
"Of course, my dear." Kamai stepped towards her and ran a hand through the girl's black pigtails as if in affection. She seemed to take it as such and beamed. "We must wait for the right timing, is all."
A piercing screech echoed in the darkness and the two girls shot up, as well as three others. Their master did not flinch, still smiling.
"It seems our Angel has awoken." He stepped back over to his throne of obsidian. "Luetha, my dear, if you could calm her back down."
"Of course." Luetha purred, stepping out of the grand hall to the source of the frustrated screaming.
"Hmph," The red-eyed girl scoffed, "for the one who created Fear this Angel of Death sure is weak."
"She is by no means weak, Lyrah." Kamai warned. "I'm sure in her own time she may even strike against us. But for now I hold the cards, and so she remains obedient."
His gaze turned to the final being in the large room they stood in, a snowball moving between her hands before it rolled outwards, a large canine leaping from the shadows and landing on it. The young girl laughed at her pet's game.
"Child." Kamai spoke very softly, as if worried he would spook her.
Eyes of deadened white looked up in his direction, unable to see him.
"As promised, you will see your family soon." The Demon Lord spoke kindly to the girl, smiling as she beamed up at him happily, excited by his words.
He reached out as he had for Firiat and grabbed hold of the girl's long hair, the locks soft in his hands. Black as his heart was the man knew beauty when he saw it and could still be a perfect gentleman when needed. The light caught the hair in his hands, revealing the color, or rather, the lack of. For her hair was white as snow.
"You have not seen anything yet, Ice King." The harsh whisper was heard only by himself, a cruel smile playing on his lips. What the girl did not know would not hurt her…not yet.
The darkness still had plenty aces left to play.
Ooh, what does the Dark Master have planned? Enjoy!
And so finishes the tale of the Soul Prince ^^ Questions? Concerns? Review and I shall answer to my best ability! Thank all of you so much for reading! I love all of you! You especially reviewers! I enjoyed writing this story so much with all your kind comments(some not so kind but interesting anyway) I shall answer any and all questions on a Q and A session at the end. Again, thank you!