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"I hope you have yourself some Cheetos and Mountain Dew, because I hope my story is a long one. My story starts merely a few million years into the past, and if your small brain is already having troubles seeing a world that is 400 years in the future, I think that going back a millennia or 10 or so would seem impossible. How do I know? Well, I'm sure you've forgotten what you ate for supper three Tuesdays ago. Ah, none the less I am digressing. Being from my demon heritage it would only make sense that I was born and raised within the demon world and seeing how you’ve showed me that you aren’t completely blind. I’m sure you noticed the little crown upon my head, and no, that isn’t just for decoration, I used to be one of the well known princesses within the demon realm. Other than being a beloved princess, family life within my castle was rather normal especially since we weren’t the only royal family within the same area. I had an adoring father, who showered my older sister and I with jewelry and gifts; making sure that we stayed in his good graces so that he could find us suitable husbands and I had a loving mother. One who would listen to us bicker and solve our problems formally, and who also was only a tad strict because of the slack that our father gave us. My sister on the other had was more of a best friend then a relative, we’d sneak out of our rooms at night and tell each other stories of all kind. Little gossipers we were. However all of that was just a charade, it was an act our mother forced us to place day in and out when we were seen in public. Even though our father was supposed to be the ‘endearing’ type he placed his role far too well, in the very wrong way. Rather than being caring and loving to that of his family he would instead sneak off with random peasants in the human realm, or slightly strict mother couldn’t have that at all. Our father didn’t live another day; not that either myself or my sister really cared, if he wasn’t using all his precious attention elsewhere he would be focused on making sure us daughters were out of sight. My sister was the gossiping type, I on the other hand preferred to keep my lips shut on matters that could draw attention to our.. situation at home. Though, my sister wasn’t well endowed like myself, she was short, pretty, however she didn’t seem like an older sister at all. So to say in the least my sister was also the jealous type, a lot of men around her age would skip her and go straight to myself; which now just seems hilarious… given the state I’m in. That meant for me it was much easier to find a suitor then it was for my eldest sister, in our family that meant i was more likely to get the throne before herself. To my jealous sister that didn’t sit so well with her, however in the end we both knew that if we were to start fighting over this now, it wouldn’t end so well for our family. The thing is you may not know, but the demon world isn’t all that bad; it’s much more civil then it was back in my careless youth. If you were to show the slightest amount of weakness people wouldn’t hesitate to slit your throat, especially those amongst the royalty. To get yourself to that social status you had to work hard, bring strength and money to the table which everyone wanted to have, if we showed anyone our weakness they could crumble us down faster than a fat kid asking for that last slice. With that being said our family did have a way to stay afloat amongst the rest of the swarms of lesser demons, fortunately it was one of our dirty little secrets. If you had anything to fear about being a demon, death would be one of them however we all know that you can be reincarnated; that’s a fact of life. However what we strived to do was to make sure that the fact of life everyone was so comfortable with was harshly removed; the answer was quincies. They were one of the only races that naturally removed and destroyed any soul, even if they were weak compared to us. Because of how the demon world was created you can’t just bring someone of a different race into it like it’s nothing, we were all aware of the miasma however our Mother knew a way around it. To understand it a bit more our mother was a sealing type of demon, she could seal contracts, lovers, souls, fates together. She could be that love maker that no-one ever wanted and you’d be stuck that way if you followed her craziness, though children or babies don’t really have a choice in the matter as they don’t understand. While she knew our father was exploring the plains of the human realm she had been coming up with a way to seal a contract into someone’s soul but in doing so force them to become a bit of a demon. The seal was the cause of the quincies slight race change however if she were to do with this someone who had matured into their powers, their powers would shut down. They would be virtually useless and therefore killed on the spot, the hopes of these people as well as ourselves would be that it didn’t fail. However through trial and error our mother had found that infants were the best suitors, marking them at such an early stage of their development wouldn’t have caused such a huge shock in their system and it would help their powers morph towards both demons and quincies. Once we had found the solution to our slight problem that’s when she started sealing children left and right, forcing small communities of quincies to raise their children before she took them again to the demon realm. If you were expecting something kind as they were used as bodyguards only, you would be horribly mistaken. To our family and the generations after us these quincies would be used as slaves for us, doing every one of our bidding and then perhaps sold off if they turned out to be too weak for our family. Some of them were even sent on missions to kill other people of peasants and royalty alike; they were our well kept secret, something that kept us safe from everyone and afloat from the rest. You must be wondering why did they never attack us? They knew that we weren’t their original family, they knew that we would kill them, and they knew that we didn’t care for them enough to give them proper meals. The reason was because of that seal, it wasn’t just something that turned them slightly demon. Oh heavens no. The seal was binding their souls to our own forever, the contract was set that if we ever felt threatened, tried to break the rules, ran away, or even worse anyone of our blood could execute them on the spot. That mark tattooed into their bodies were the cruel reminder that their life was a ticking time bomb, at any second they can go off and die. You can say it made most of them pretty obedient to our family for centuries to pass into millenia. This dark and cruel history of my family was also blessing, it was how Ciel and I first met. Quiet tragic isn’t it..? A princess falling in love with one of her slaves in which she spent millions of years torturing and enjoying the demise of his people? It sounds like a poorly written shakespeare novel, though it undoubtedly happened. It was no doubt love at first sight, however much like everything else in their family it was something that should have been kept a secret and to do that i had to keep my distance and watch over his progress. This was the first time I truly started to feel love, unconditional love. The throbbing ache I had each time he whipped, or that sense of relief when he turned out to make it through it all as truly precious. It almost became a need to try and sneak him more food and water, perhaps even medicine when he needed it the most; unfortunately with each time I gave him something in secrecy. It only felt like the distance would grow even further perhaps it was then my sudden need for his affection seemed to be pertinent how would he ever understood my feelings if he never knew I did these things for him. I was starting to earn my trait of selfishness, and it was something that I couldn’t help but to indulge on with every chance I got, but thanks to it I was able to figure out a plan. It wouldn’t be a very well long term one, however we would be together for the most part. I could remember pacing back and forth in my chambers, and for the first time in my life chew on my nail as irritation and ideas were swamping my head it would need to be a believable lie. Not all things needed to be a lie, especially if you want to fool someone like my mother. While my sister spent her days gossiping all around town picking up a few tips and tricks wouldn’t be all that hard, everyone believed her to be the all knowing truth however everything that was truly dangerous she’d keep to herself. Some of these rumors I would catch while she discussed with with mother, a royal family lying about how strong they are could be a huge catch all she needed to do was accuse their daughter of hiding the lies and threaten the spread it. I was only hoping for a fight, a scuffle, perhaps even a threaten something in public eye that looked very one sided; my plan would be to get one of the servants to become my bodyguard. Out of the lot there were only a few really strong ones, but even less that weren’t ill; we know that our mother is more than strong enough to protect herself. However when it comes to my sister and myself she would compare herself to us and firmly believe we would need some extra protection. To save the rather pitiful description my plan of getting into a fight was a success, especially when the rumor was true one of our rivals has been knocked down a notch, and everything was proceeding as I planned. If anything it was two bird with one stone and coming him with a black eye, minor cuts and bruises should be more than enough to convince our strict mother of needing extra reinforcements. While yes, I did think correctly about my sister getting the strongest one out of our batch, I was wrong about what would happen after I got my guard. It turns out it was out of place for me to go to such lengths and was under house arrest until my wounds had completely heal. Translation it meant that they had to go and patch things up with that family, get them under our good graces once more because their either could A. use them or B. they required something of them. While I did leave a nice opening for our family to ruin their reputation once more it was clearly something our mother didn’t want them knowing right away. Ultimately things worked out in the end, instead of being separated by layers of layers of floors and bars; just knowing he was just outside of the door would send giggles my way. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was really like, what was he thinking; however… Every time I opened the door he would stiffen up as if he was worried that he was going to get hit or something, how can I blame him with the way he was treated up until this point. Even though I just wanted to embrace him and tell him everything will be okay from now on, with the way he reacted towards me almost made me scared to touch him. I thought of men as strong statues all this time, however they were like everyone else brittle. To say I wasn’t discouraged because of such a thing would be an understatement; the strange and self loathing almost seemed to stick to me with each flinch it was making me feel disgusting from the inside out. Because of my actions and the sudden changes of requiring bodyguards; it turns out I opened a much more larger and tangled up can of worms then I thought. My mother believe that it was pathetic to entrust our lives within someone else’s hands, and our weakness would bring the downfall of our family much like that others. Our training had doubled in length and in toughness; if I wouldn’t have known better I would almost think that our mother was becoming paranoid. Security doubled within our home and as the youngest I was now forbidden to even leave even after my injuries have healed. Well to be honest, they never once said I was forbidden however every time I tried the new security wouldn’t allow me to leave something about under my mother's orders to train further. As her stupid daughter I would have obediently listened and trained each and every day till I was red in the fact; though thinking back on it, it seemed more like punishment than training. Perhaps it was my own way of trying to understand the person I had fell in love with even though this pain would never match up to his own it was something that was worth trying. Perhaps it was that devotion that had let me take that extra step into finally talking to him, that night. It wasn’t until then that I had been admiring him without a name, never once has my mother or others have called him by his name. Then again thinking back on my mother, she seemed the type to think everyone was moronic or stupid, she’d never have a conversation with you without standing directly in front of you. Thanks to the heat of the moment and perhaps the exercise to loosen me up to finally ask him his name. It was a rather strange name, Ciel, it must have been from a different language or origin, however once it rolled off my tongue I can still feel the butterflies fluttering in my chest. After growing my confidence bit by bit, I was able to open up to him even further, try to start conversations with him and maybe even understand his life a bit more. However everything had to be done while my family were out once more, it wouldn’t be hard to get my sister out of the house as she was getting pressed for time for her marriage, and it seemed my mother has been joining her in her hunt. Most likely for bribery or even worse getting more buyers for her little slaves." to be continued...