The Princess of Hell - On Hiatus

Prologue

Through the window of the hospital, the boy with purple eyes looks at the sleeping girl with white hair. He remembers a time when her hair was black, not white like his, and a time when he could have gone up and talked to the girl, comforted her against the harsh reality of her world. Now, the boy can only stand in the shadows, listening to the beeping of machines.

He knows that he shouldn't be here. They are supposed to be from separate worlds, after all. He is supposed to kill her. And he could, so easily, standing metres away from the girl, a measly wall separating the two. She's made to destroy the world. He is supposed to save it. Angels aren't supposed to be friends with devils, yet here he is, watching his best friend sleep, oblivious of her surroundings.

The boy knows that she won't remember him when she wakes up. Their friendship is a thing of the past now. That was the price. They forced him to do it, to save the life of his parents. The boy closes his eyes. The girl had told him that it was the thing she liked most about them, purple like the amethysts his mum used to collect. And his white hair. The hair made everyone turn and stare. She had said they make him unique. She wished she had white hair too, she told him. Something other than her boring black.

But to him, her hair wasn't boring. It was more than just black. It had hints of caramel and walnut in a mass of charcoal, and gold when the light hit it in a certain way.

There is no point in dwelling on the past now.

The girl's hair is no longer black. It's white now. White like the snow in the middle of winter. Moments before the red stains its purity.

Does that count as a wish come true? The boy wonders, would it still count if she doesn't remember making the wish?

When the boy hears footsteps, he doesn't bother to shapeshift. He can recognise them by the way they walk. Soft, quiet, assassin-like.

"Master Terina," the boy says, his eyes never leaving the girl's sleeping form.

"I granted your wish," Terina replies, her voice husky and worn, "For your parents to live and this girl's life to be extended. Come home." Walking up to the boy, she puts a hand on his shoulder. "She needs to die one day or another. I don't get how wiping her memory will help you."

The boy doesn't say anything, but inside, he prays. He prays that she will run. He prays that she will live. He prays that one day, he will see her again. Without fear. Without pain. He prays that he will hear her laugh one day, and will not be scared that it will endanger everything he loves.

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481 Words (kinda short eh)

You may have noticed that I privated the story before reuploading it. This is because I wanted to change the world and the plot a bit since I didn't really like it. Stick with me guys.

Thanks for reading (☞ ^o^)☞

-Jessie