*Art above belongs to Maethorian on Deviantart*

(A/n) Alright, I made this like a few weeks ago. I ended up deleting the story because I lost motivation, but I really liked the way the prologue turned out, so I just decided to post it here. If you couldn't tell I have a bad habit of making new stories and losing motivation in writing them ┐('～'；)┌ But yesh, enjoy!

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Tord's POV
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The suns rays peeked in through my bedroom window, causing me to wake up. I lifted my head from the pillow, my signature devil horns were now flattened and frizzy. I sat up from my bed, and made my way over to the closet. I slid open one of the closet doors, and grabbed my red hoodie.

I slid the hoodie over my body, adjusting it so it wouldn't tug at my neck. I then made my way over to the bathroom, applying gel to my hair. I spiked up my hair into devil horns, then washed my hands to rid of the gel grease.

I headed over to the front door, grabbing my backpack from the door hanger, then left to head out for school.

Walking to school wasn't the worst thing in the world. Usually kids my age would have their parents drop them off, but me? I have no parents. I've been raising myself for as long as I could remember. Living in the streets until I could find a job that paid a decent amount of money. I've met horrible people while I was homeless. They were calling me awful things, such as 'useless,' and 'disgrace.' You can't really judge people until you've actually met them. They probably assumed I had ran away from home because I didn't get a toy that I wanted, or because of another foolish reason. No, it was because my parents left me to rot.

It sickens me that there are such horrible human beings out there in the world. People are the worst, but what can I say? The majority of people don't like being decent human beings. There's nothing you can do about that. I dream to take over the world, and have everyone on their knees in my presence. But I shouldn't have to worry about that until the far future.

After walking for about thirty minutes, I had finally arrived at the high school. Leaves from the sakura trees that surrounded the school littered the ground. It painted the scene with a beautiful pink, keeping the serene peaceful.

The bell rang, meaning it was time for class. I walked over to my locker, getting the books I needed for my first class. I walked over to my class, and sat down in my seat.

I always payed attention in class, unlike other teens who'd talk to their friends and text during the lesson. I take down notes, do my homework on time, and participate in class discussions. There's nothing out of the ordinary that I do. I blend in with everyone, no one ever notices me. Just the way I like it.

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-Time skip-
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I was taking notes on a separate piece of paper about the Math lesson, when the bell rang for lunch. I was never excited for lunch. I'm not a glutton, I only eat when I'm hungry. I don't enjoy eating food. To add to that, I don't have any friends who'd like to sit with me. But who needs friends? They will all just leave you one day. There's no point in having them.

I headed over to the lunch line to grab an apple, since I wasn't that hungry.

While walking to the lunch line, a stranger knocked into me, causing me to drop my books. I didn't bother looking at the person. Knowing society, they'd probably just laugh at me, and not bother helping me up.

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I thought wrong.
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"Hey, are you alright?" a male with a British accent asked, causing me to look up.

The male had spiky brown hair, a navy blue hoodie with black ripped pants, and checkered vans. He held his hand out for me, and I hesitantly accepted it. The male helped me up, bringing me to my feet.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!" the male apologized, as he rubbed the back of his head.

I felt...a tingly feeling in my chest.

This feeling was rather strange. I felt my heart pounding, and every ounce of breath was taken in my lungs and floating in the air like a midnight smoke. I felt time slow down, it was as if the clock had stopped ticking. My face felt like a hot oven, and I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest. All I could hear was my heart pumping louder and louder.

. . .

I liked this feeling.

But, what was it?

Anger?

Happiness?

Love?

I think that's the word. This feeling called 'love.' This feeling was amazing and incredibly addictive. I quickly began to have a craving for this feeling. I suddenly had the urge to protect this male at all costs.

He will be mine.

No one will get in our way.

No matter what the cost.

☆~ ☆

And there you have it, folks

✨stay sparkling✨