History has a tendency to repeat itself
spidersprey:
funtomking
The world was a cruel place that left no apathy for the weak and no sincerity for those on the bottom. It seemed that sinful people rose to the top, more than anything. In order to have, fame, fortune, power or at least a decent bed, Alois would have to become a monster.
But what made a man a monster? Was the burning flame of revenge enough to burn down a village or to light the fires to warm the homes of the broken and forgotten people. Perhaps Alois would never know. And perhaps he would never see the light of day again. In moments like this, wrought with misery and hopelessness, he longed for his dim and empty life in the streets. Sleeping on the cold ground, under the beating of the rain seemed better than this…
He was born in a prison. His mother had been caught for stealing, her own means of obtaining food after falling into terrible debt. He hardly remembered her face or her voice because she had left him at such a young age, him and his brother. They wandered the streets, two little pickpockets. They scrounged for food and slept in alleys, parks, or on people’s porches. Sometimes other children harassed them, or even cruel adults. But together they were unbreakable, two free spirits. That was…until…Luka was found dead. And Alois was left to bear the heavy weight of survival alone. He cried for days, lingering in empty spaces; not eating or drinking. When the orphanage found him he was half his weight and had hardly the will to live. But they took care of him and brought him back to health. Though the social workers and nannies were not cruel, they did not give him a sense of love or comfort.
And then there was a turning point. Once or twice he would be honored with a visit by a man, near the playground. He brought Alois candy and treats and made him feel like a prince. This pushed the blonde to try and win his favor, or love. He longed to feel a sense of family and belonging again. Yet, he did not know the fate that awaited him with this stranger.
The naive, attention starved blonde could not have imagined that these simple encounters would lead to him being taken.
Locked in a large mansion basement of a perverted millionaire. Now Alois was one among the collection of kidnapped young boys that were kept by the deranged old man. He had been beaten, and raped. He had been starved and given a sense of stockholm syndrome through the inconsistent treatment that consisted or brutal beatings and spoiling with lovely treats and clothing.
Life seemed bleak and hopeless.
Days withered away into nothing….
Was there a reason for hope?
A reason to live?
Luka.
The passion to avenge his brother pushed Alois on.
And the childish dream that there may be some sort of escape, some miracle that would take him to a wonderful place far from here.
Yet this dream was tainted with his desire to set fire to those who had wounded him and Luka. Those who had treaded on their childhood.
As Alois let his eyes rise to streaks of light that stroked the bed, where he laid beside his sleeping captor, he remembered the words he heard a boy in the orphanage mutter…
“Hoheo Taralna, Rondero Tarel.”
To summon a fairy. Why not believe in magic, when there was nothing else left to believe in?
“Hoheo Taralna, Rondero Tarel!” The words rolled off his lips and Alois embraced the darkness that surrounded him because the slivers of light only tormented by reminding him or the freedom he had been long deprived of.
He whispered the words one more time and hoped that the darkness would envelop him.
A hungry, young demon would happily answer the call of a tormented human. Especially one who’s soul was blindly bright and flavored with such dark desires as revenge. Ciel had found this out after he was turned into a demon. It was no wonder that back then, Sebastian desired his soul so. Now, Sebastian was still bound to the young demon, but Ciel preferred to hunt alone. After years of being helpless and depending on his demon for everything, it was time he became useful. So, Ciel heard the summoning and allowed the darkness to overtake his prey. It was in the darkness he’d reveal himself, but only his voice from the pitch black.
“You’ve summoned me? I…” The voice trailed off for a moment as Ciel’s eyes laid upon the blond haired boy. Alois..? But he was dead. Had the boy’s soul been reincarnated? Lulling his eyes, Ciel continued to speak. His voice and body was still young, but he had lived for over a century now. “I can give you everything you desire for.. a price, of course.”
Ciel was almost reluctant. But that hunger in his belly drove him forward. It was maddening to a point, but if he played his cards well, he could devour a very tasty soul indeed.
