Ayano was a demon. He could seduce like no other. He could change to whatever shape pleased him. He could control the elements. He could do anything he liked.
He held much power over the Demons. He was the Prince, so the power came with the title. His Father? Beelzebub. Satan. The Devil. Antichrist. The Father of Lies.
He conceived Ayano with a beautiful succubus, thus his powers.
Ayano was walking through the streets of America, on Earth. It was the night if Halloween, when he could roam the streets of Earth dressed as a demon without a single questioning gaze. He held a bloody human skull in his hand, fresh. The rest of the body lay in an alley, dressed in a hot pink fairy costume. Ridiculous, the holiday. What good does it do to celebrate those who cannot appreciate it? The dead do not remain on earth, their spirits are long gone. As he tossed the skull up and down in his hand, he contemplated wether to force his way onto the throne, or wait for his fathers death. Though, that could be an eternity from now. Ayano shrugged it off as he slipped inside of a night club, unnoticed.
Neon lights flashing, bodies pulsing to the beat, plastic wands, teeth, and fake gore seemed to surround Ayano and his warm skull.
He hissed as an attractive young woman began dancing with him.
He backed off, and moved to a corner, sitting at a clear, lit up table with a glo stick on it. He set the skull down and pulled his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them, a lok of disgust on his adorable face.
"How can anyone find enjoyment in this foolishness..." he said quietly to himself, his eyes examining the rave-like scene closely.
He caughts sight of whores, girls too young to be here, men following women, all sorts of people.
"This bites."
He mumbled, closing his eyes, he drew himself away from the pulsating lights and loud music. He thought of his home back in the depths of 'Hell'. He thought of the lonliness he endured as Prince, the woman he loved, the woman that was out of his reach as a peasant, a low demon. Her face burned into his memory, her smile brightening his mood.
Why couldn't she see through his title, and view his love?
He had a burning desire for the woman, a desire only a demon can feel. He imagined her sensuous touch, her voice ringing in his ears...
"No, Prince Ayano, please do not do this. You don't love me! You don't!"
Pain.
The scene was back in the castle, he was standing in a hallway, holding to her hand tightly, soft, gentle words escaping from his mouth.
"No, please stay! I love you. I love you a thousand times! Don't do this to me!"
"No Ayano! No your Highness! You do not! You do not!"
He frowned in his memory. It stung. He opened his eyes once more, and stood, grabbing the skull angrily he closed his eyes once more, brought her face to the surface of his memory, and began to let his body move to the thumping music.
He stood by the table, dancing, eyes closed, love of his life on his brain. He raised his arms above his head, moving his hips to the beat, twisting his wrists and arms gracefully above his head. He let the beautiful face slip, the music swelling in his ears. A light show ensued in his mind, swirling, misty colorful lights twisting and undulating to the beat.
It was hypnotizing.
[[PM me! I can change the lover to a boy, for yaoi! Be literate please! It's not very good, sorry!!]]
