I rewrote the first chapter! D: YAY, not really...But yea...read it lol PWEASE? :3

The rain poured heavily from the black sky. The moon shone brightly in the distance being the night’s eye. The light it reflected was dark, like blood. The color of passion, deception, love, and death…

“Master Alphonse, the party will be starting soon. Your father and Master Demetrius are already downstairs greeting the guests.”

Topaz eyes stared into an oval mirror. The body that owned those eyes stood stiff, waiting for something to happen. The skin was almost as white as snow and the turquoise hair was untidy on top. The only thing that looked professional was the suit. The black dress pants, white buttoned shirt, black sleeveless sweater, and red tie were nicely attached the person.

“M-Master Alphonse, did you hear what I said?” called the feminine voice on the other side of the door.

“…Yes, Lyra…I heard you already,” answered Alphonse in a rusty voice. He closed his eyes, listening closely to the door closing and dying footsteps of the maid. He could hear the people moving about downstairs. He could hear his dad chatting away and his brother bragging to the other female servants. He could hear everything…

“Excuse me, Sir Dante, your son will be down very soon,” said Lyra, bowing to a tall, husky man. Sir Dante smiled and waved the girl away. He turned back to his guests and continued his conversation.

“Why Dante you look younger every time I see you!”

“Why thank you, Madam Belle,” smiled the host, showing off his pearly fangs and blood-colored eyes.

“It must be great to be king of Kiral and to look so young,” said another guest.

“Oh, please, I may look young to you, but I feel as old as ever!” laughed Sir Dante.

“So Demetrius, how does it feel to be next in line as king?” giggled one of the female servants. The rest of them followed suit. Demetrius smirked as usual and responded in an intimate tone.

“Well how else would it feel? Hopefully when I’m king, I’ll choose one of you lovely ladies to be my queen.” More giggles followed in suit.

Alphonse twitched slightly and stared back into the mirror. This is ridiculous… He sighed deeply and walked over to his dresser. The young male fixed his hair quickly before leaving his bedroom. He slowly traveled the halls of the Vasilyev Manor. The symbol of the Vasilyev family was splattered amongst the halls with pictures of previous rulers placed neatly over it. Alphonse ignored each picture and kept moving towards the staircase. The sounds of the guests were getting louder as he came upon the large black spiral staircase. Alphonse descended down the stairs. He put on a fake smile as he felt a large number of eyes falling on him.

“There he is! Alphonse, my boy, come here. I want you to meet someone very special!” Sir Dante’s voice echoed over everybody else’s. Alphonse shoved his hands in his pockets and walked over to his father.

“Alphonse, this is the Oleksei family, and this is their daughter Irina.”

“It is very nice to meet, Alphonse,” said Irina in a soft voice. She bowed towards Alphonse. Her short black locks wrapped around her heart-shaped face smoothly and her bangs lay on her forehead in a perfect arc.

“The pleasure is all mine Miss Oleksei,” said Alphonse, taking the girl’s hand and kissing it tenderly. Irina’s eyes grew wide and she began to breathe hard. Alphonse smiled his usual fake smile. He looked up at his father who winked back at him.

“You are just simply to die for, Mr. Alphonse!” giggled Mrs. Oleksei.

“Not as much as you, Mrs. Oleksei,” said Alphonse. Her giggles turned into squeals immediately. Mr. Oleksei laughed embarrassingly. He quickly yet calmly grabbed his wife and daughter and moved them in the direction of the dining hall. Alphonse followed suit, trying to avoid anymore uninteresting people. He stepped into the large dining area, filled with red satin curtains, lit candles, and three beautiful golden chandeliers. There were multiple round tables for the guests and positioned in the front and centered, the long and famous Vasilyev family table. There were already a few people occupied in some of the seats. Alphonse took his place at the table, next to the queen’s chair. Looking to his right, he noticed two of his bodyguards in a heated discussion.

“I am telling you, something is up!” whispered one of the guards. The other one scoffed.

“Dessa, please don’t do this. You have got to stop with this ‘Cyril hates me’ shit.”

“Birii, you know it’s true! He keeps avoiding me…!”

Alphonse turned back to the crowd, annoyed at the fact that his guards were rambling about nonsense. After countless minutes, Sir Dante had finally stepped into the room.

“Please, my guests have a seat! The ceremony will begin very soon!” his voice echoed throughout the manor. Groups of people poured into the dining hall, taking a seat at their designated table. Alphonse peered to his right, noticing that the rest of his team was taking their seats. He quickly got distracted at the sound of his brother, Demetrius making his way up to the table with his group of bodyguards trailing him.

Finally, the room had settled down to complete silence as the door behind the Vasilyev table opened. A tall woman wearing a gorgeous blood red ball gown emerged. Her face was mostly covered by a black masquerade mask that matched perfectly with her short black hair split down the middle. There she was, the queen. Pandora. She took a seat next to Alphonse who was already advising a plan to get as far as possible from her. Pandora is no fool though.

“Is this how you plan to treat your mother this evening,” she said, holding a blank face.

“Step-mother,” he retorted. Pandora sighed.

“I honestly don’t know see the potential Dante sees in you.”

Sir Dante suddenly appeared, standing between Pandora and his chair.

“Welcome my fellow Kiralians! As you may know, today is a very special day for all of Kiral. Today is the day where I choose my official heir. I wish I could stay king forever, but this body is starting to get old!” The crowd laughed. Alphonse smirked at the stupidity of the people for laughing at such a corny joke.

“Now, let the ceremony begin!”

I would have loved to write more but I couldn't think of what to write. So...Um yea, okay...PLEASE REVIEW!