Disclai-

Oops. This isn't Fanfiction. Anyhow, this is a story I am writing for a school project. So comments, suggestions, et cetera shall be extremely helpful and are wanted (needed). Oh and um a suggestion for a title would be nice too.

Prologue

"You bloody useless fool! You have not yet solved the cases? I should, by all rights, have your heads for this!"

"Please, your highness," the earl, Sebastian Beckwirth pleaded, trying not to wince at the queen's fury. "I just need more –"

"Time?" the queen hissed. "TIME?! I have given you more than sufficient time, more chances than you deserve, and what have I received in return? The citizens of London are terrified, some refusing to step out of their houses while you and your servants chase local legends. No. No, I shall not stand for this! You are hereby exiled from London!"

The Earl fell silent, his gaze glazed over. "Exiled," he repeated hollowly.

Fearing she may have been too quick to jump to conclusions, she continued. "You shall, of course, keep your status as a noble, but you shall, from now on, be a mere baron. Your family name shall also be changed to Brokenshire."

"Yes, your highness," Sebastian said softly. "I live to serve you, and if this is your wish, then it is my reality."

"Good. I hope you can be settled within a week."

"Yes, your highness."

A century ago

"Lucifer! What is the meaning of this?!"

A red-eyed boy sat regally upon a golden throne, smirking down at the villagers. He stood, and a blanket of silence descended upon those gathered.

"This is my long-awaited moment of glorious revenge," he said simply after a few moments. "Did I not warn you this would happen?"

"Revenge?" several voices asked at the same time.

"Yes. From now on you shall live a curse. You shall all live on eternally, with me as your king –"

"This IS a nightmare!" someone chuckled nervously. No one responded.

"Yes, well, you shall become immortal beings who crave the flesh and blood of what they once were."

A few minutes passed before a small girl stepped out. "Big brother, what are you doing?" she sobbed.

"Mallory? Mallory, get away from here! This is an evil place! Mallory, are you listening to me? Mallory!"

"I can't," Mallory said quietly. "There is a barrier of sorts…"

"None of us can. Don't you see, Lucifer? None of us are in control here. We are all the victims, the prisoners," another voice said.

"Prisoner of my own actions again…" Lucifer muttered, stumbling backwards and falling on his throne. "Again…"

He tilted back his head and let out a howl of anguish that sounded more animal than human.

So yeah. Review and tell me suggestions/comments/areas of improvements/whatever and suggest a name for a title. :D