Chapter 1
Ruler of time
The sky was painted gold as the afternoon breeze swept most every sadness everyone had.
“Neh Ciello… can you tell me your real name?” asked a girl with long golden curly hair and crystal blue eyes. She almost looks like a doll living in a castle from a far away land.
Yet there she was, on a commoner’s park, sitting on a tire swing speaking with a homeless boy named Ciel.
“Ciel is my name, princess.” He smiles at her, wishing time would just stop there, feeling the same things, experiencing the same scenario over and over.
“Neh, would you like to spend the rest of your life with me?”
He asks.
--
“Master, we’ve arrived” But a dream it all was. “That dream again perhaps?”
Opening his eyes the first thing he saw was the mansion where all of the heirs met, seeing so he was reminded that this was the night of his induction to the Heirs.
“If you must know Al, I’d prefer you call it nightmare.”
For dreams were made out of good memories, and not ones ending in a sudden tragedy.
“What’s the schedule?” Ciel asked as he sat up from leaning too far towards the door of there long black limousine.
“Bramosia Palace on 6, that’s where we are, Suicidal brunette on 5th avenue, they think she will really do it today.”
Bored with what Al was saying he raised his hand signaling him to stop.
“Is there anything interesting in it?”
He asked as Al closed the tiny black book he was reading and said.
“Young master must go through all of this to become to the top heir for the new under world.”
Ciel just smirked at him as he signaled one of the servants to open the door for him. Making his way out he turned to Al and said
“I know you hate this job as much as you hate being a father to the likes of me.
But I don’t really care about the under world. I just want to see them all fight for it.
Its very pleasurable if I have anything to say about it at all.
So don’t get any ideas of making me stand out.”
Closing the door he made his way to the mansion to greet the other heirs.
“Ciel, its been a while, come, come take a sit.” His uncle greets him out of all the others that came.
“Everyone, my nephew, expect great things from him in the future, he will most likely be one of the best out there someday.”
With great expectation from people around him, he can only give a smile, but on the other end of that carved face, he wanted to get out, be free of his bondages as one of the nobles.
He was like a living puppet, manipulated by strings from the above, and the one who controls that, is his very own heritage.
“Speak up boy, this will be your underlings someday.” His uncle suggested, but he did very little by just bowing his head down.
“I didn’t realize you’ve grown to be this silent, don’t mind him everyone, and might just be a little shy for now.”
They were wrong, he was not silent, nor was he shy, he didn’t want this, any of the attention of the overlords. He wanted out of there world, all that he wanted… Was freedom from the bonds, an escape route perhaps?
And so it was time for the induction, all that he needed to do was place a drop of blood in front of the mirror of truth.
Hesitating, he still did as he ordered, but what amazed him was what happened afterwards.
“Ciello Diavoli, the ruler of time, the one who will change all and start a new”
A heavenly voice spoke from what seemed like the heavens them selves.
“We welcome you to the Incrocio Scuro Society of the noble underworld heirs”
They all said and bowed down to him, he felt no honesty from them, after all they were the traitorous kind.
Just then there at that moment, he remembered a fragment of his dream.
“I wonder… What the answer was… Or why I asked it, I wonder.”
Saying so he made his way out, riding the limo again and was greeted by Al just to say where they were headed next.
“Fine evening sir. Our next stop, 5th Avenue. Suicidal brunette. Go trip!”
A little smile was carved on Ciel’s face as he entered, but nothing anyone would notice.
But as for the reason to what brought him that little joy, no one really knows.
Ruler of time
The sky was painted gold as the afternoon breeze swept most every sadness everyone had.
“Neh Ciello… can you tell me your real name?” asked a girl with long golden curly hair and crystal blue eyes. She almost looks like a doll living in a castle from a far away land.
Yet there she was, on a commoner’s park, sitting on a tire swing speaking with a homeless boy named Ciel.
“Ciel is my name, princess.” He smiles at her, wishing time would just stop there, feeling the same things, experiencing the same scenario over and over.
“Neh, would you like to spend the rest of your life with me?”
He asks.
--
“Master, we’ve arrived” But a dream it all was. “That dream again perhaps?”
Opening his eyes the first thing he saw was the mansion where all of the heirs met, seeing so he was reminded that this was the night of his induction to the Heirs.
“If you must know Al, I’d prefer you call it nightmare.”
For dreams were made out of good memories, and not ones ending in a sudden tragedy.
“What’s the schedule?” Ciel asked as he sat up from leaning too far towards the door of there long black limousine.
“Bramosia Palace on 6, that’s where we are, Suicidal brunette on 5th avenue, they think she will really do it today.”
Bored with what Al was saying he raised his hand signaling him to stop.
“Is there anything interesting in it?”
He asked as Al closed the tiny black book he was reading and said.
“Young master must go through all of this to become to the top heir for the new under world.”
Ciel just smirked at him as he signaled one of the servants to open the door for him. Making his way out he turned to Al and said
“I know you hate this job as much as you hate being a father to the likes of me.
But I don’t really care about the under world. I just want to see them all fight for it.
Its very pleasurable if I have anything to say about it at all.
So don’t get any ideas of making me stand out.”
Closing the door he made his way to the mansion to greet the other heirs.
“Ciel, its been a while, come, come take a sit.” His uncle greets him out of all the others that came.
“Everyone, my nephew, expect great things from him in the future, he will most likely be one of the best out there someday.”
With great expectation from people around him, he can only give a smile, but on the other end of that carved face, he wanted to get out, be free of his bondages as one of the nobles.
He was like a living puppet, manipulated by strings from the above, and the one who controls that, is his very own heritage.
“Speak up boy, this will be your underlings someday.” His uncle suggested, but he did very little by just bowing his head down.
“I didn’t realize you’ve grown to be this silent, don’t mind him everyone, and might just be a little shy for now.”
They were wrong, he was not silent, nor was he shy, he didn’t want this, any of the attention of the overlords. He wanted out of there world, all that he wanted… Was freedom from the bonds, an escape route perhaps?
And so it was time for the induction, all that he needed to do was place a drop of blood in front of the mirror of truth.
Hesitating, he still did as he ordered, but what amazed him was what happened afterwards.
“Ciello Diavoli, the ruler of time, the one who will change all and start a new”
A heavenly voice spoke from what seemed like the heavens them selves.
“We welcome you to the Incrocio Scuro Society of the noble underworld heirs”
They all said and bowed down to him, he felt no honesty from them, after all they were the traitorous kind.
Just then there at that moment, he remembered a fragment of his dream.
“I wonder… What the answer was… Or why I asked it, I wonder.”
Saying so he made his way out, riding the limo again and was greeted by Al just to say where they were headed next.
“Fine evening sir. Our next stop, 5th Avenue. Suicidal brunette. Go trip!”
A little smile was carved on Ciel’s face as he entered, but nothing anyone would notice.
But as for the reason to what brought him that little joy, no one really knows.
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