Chapter 1: The two daughter's

二人の娘

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In the Kingdom of Opulentos , there once was a king and queen named Reagan Abner and Micheangela Irisviel who had their first child on September 10'th , the first princess of Opulentos and heiress to the throne, Jeanne Abner . She was a special child , unlike her father she was kind to everyone like her mother no matter if they were poor or rich she loved everyone in her kingdom but what put her aside from other children is that she had Long black wavy hair like her father and mother but faded into a cyan blue and her eye's , she had ameythst eyes that would differentiate between light and a dark vacant, some people said her look's were that of a goddess , alluring and ravishing .She truly did look like her mother

Then 2 year's later on April 23'rd they had another child , the second princess of Opulentous , Aileen Abner . She was also uniquely different like her sister , She had hot pink hair that couldn't be tamed , eyes that looked like ruby gemstones , she was also kind but she had her limit's , Unlike her sister she has an interest for dresses and Jewellery . And had looked more like her father.

After the second princess was born King Reagan had favoured his youngest daughter more then his eldest and had treated them both differently , giving Aileen everything from expensive hairpins to the most extravagant dresses not caring for Jeanne only giving her the essential's .

Despite this Jeanne never got jealous of her sister or hated her , she always tried to give her sister the best things in life and made sure that she would be living her best life , she made an oath to her self ,that she would deal with suffering and only she would have her hands stained red if needed to , all to protect her sister and make sure she never had to deal with all of those obstacles, the pain , grief , sadness and death.

Reagan never liked weapon's so he banned them from the palace ,however queen Micheangela was a war warrior and saw how her eldest daughter had an interest in war, book's and weapon's , so she had secretly trained her daughter and taught her the history of their kingdom .

At the age of 6 , Jeanne got two bodyguard's , Akashi and Kyota , they are both brothers kyota was 2 year's older then both Jeanne and Akashi and had to take charge. Aileen at the age of 4 also got 2 bodyguard , Ginga and Kah-son , they were also sibling's but not by blood , Kah-son is the same age as Akashi and Jeanne whilst Ginga was one year younger .

Jeanne had a best friend , kirigya omal , he was one of the few people who didn't critoscize or judge the poor girl and learnt to see the true Jeanne and without knowing it he fell in love with her whilst she was oblivious to his feelings , but the problem was Aileen was in love with him and Jeanne knew this all to well , so she tried to set them up numerous times and even had to distant herself from him so he could spend some time with her younger sister , all of this for her little sister

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"WHERE IS SHE!" He screamed at his servant for the hundredth time. Her ears were ringing and her head was spinning from being thrown around the dark cell for so long.

"Your highness we found her , she's back in her cell."One of his guards said , the moment he heard that he rushed down into the dungeon and the moment he found the girl he punched her.

His fist made contact with her jaw ,sending her sprawling hard to the ground once more. Jeanne spat out blood , it had now been an hour since he started ,and she could tell he was nowhere near finished. Her black hair was matted to her head , the scent of sweat and blood in the air . The clothes she had been wearing were decorated with dirt and were ripped apart because of his beatings . Her back screamed in protest as she moved to face him , exhausted eye's locking on dark ones blazing with fury .

His heavy steps shook the ground as he marched towards her , and it took everything in her power not to scream as he pulled her hair , yanking it up till she was on her feet.

"Open your eyes."

She trembled as she met his darkened gaze . The man snarled, "How dare you come out of your cell to talk to your sister , never mind just being in her presence you b***h."

Compared to her sister Aileen was a tendered-aged girl , who is oblivious to the dark , cruel world she was going to rule one day. Whilst Jeanne was locked up in this cell and has seen outside of the walls , she was only here because false promise .

She had to run.

She tried to slip out of her chains with the sweat that had collected around her hands but in result of that he noticed and smirked , leaning in so close to her face that she could smell the alcohol and tobacco on his breath.

She fought violently against him as he brought her arms behind her back , restraining her as he shoved her face against the stone cold wall already stained with her blood . He yanked her arms up , the sound of iron chains wrapping around her wrist filled Jeanne with dread . The man chained her to the wall so that her arms were outstretched , her back bare as he ripped away the shredded dress as she fell to her knees whilst he delivered a harsh blow to the back of her legs , drawing them weakly to her chest .

Jeanne forced back the tears forming at the corner of her eyes , tensing as she silently readied herself .

Leather cut and dig into her flesh over and over again , leaving a harsh trail of blood in its wake .She could hear him laughing maniacally as he whipped her repeatedly , chains clanking as she shot forward under the force of each blow , head inches from hitting the stone wall. Her won out body shook with the effect to keep herself upright.

Faintly , Jeanne heard metal screech as the door to her cell opened and closed , then she was encased in darkness as he left. The only light had been coming from a torch that burned outside her cell.

Her arms were still bound to the walls , she stayed in that position for what seemed like hours on end. She tried moving her legs , only to stop when excruciating pain shot through her body . Jeanne bit her lip , drawing more blood as she held in the cries of agony that threatened to escape.

Dried , crusted blood scored her back in jarring criss-crosses , each a reminder for all of eternity , of her sin .

Apparently sympathy was her sin , at least that's what she wanted it to be , but she knew the truth.

sympathy is also a Sin.

Thick and running from her lips,

Drenching her body in its darkness,

Bleeding out from the hole which is her heart.

Making her retch and and vomit words she should keep inside.

They tumble off of her tongue like suicide,

Staining her pure black with they're sins.

Like maggots they eat away at her.

Until she is unable to feel...

Alone and in darkness...

Consumed by the hole in my heart.

Oh the effect of a sin

Darkness Shall Hide

Where Corruption Cries

In The Soul Of The Bride

Where Greed Flies

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Hate Grows

When Death Plays

Fear Flows

In Our Last Days

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Lust Falls

Death Screams

Greed Crawls

Love Gleams.

Do you want to know her real sin?

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Well it's just being alive.