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chapter. i

oh my god
oh
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chapter i:
my lady,
a woman of courtesy.

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god
she took me to the sky

lady of the night is a legend circulating around london about a lady around 5'6 or 170cm, dressed in black or dark colored clothing. she usually wanders the street later in the night emitting a sense of dread for those who saw her.

her heels clicking against the ground, her eerie humming and her wicked smile when she spotted a victim walking alone. most of her suspected victims are male, founded in dark alleyways behind buildings. there's been a few female suspected victims now and then but not as much as the males.

the song she hums is speculated to be 'london bridge' or possibly be 'ring a ring o roses' and some witnesses said, at times, she wasn't alone. those people said they've spotted her wandering the streets of london with one or two men behind her.

her real identity, same goes with those two men, has never been revealed. but it is said that she is a beautiful lady with an enchanting gaze and a hypnotic voice. her looks could not be compared to anyone, she was something that even god couldn't compete.

but as there's been no proof of her actual presence, she is deemed as a fake, a myth, or a story to scare off children.

her names varies: the lady of the night, the charming lady, the lullaby lady, etcetera etcetera, no matter how you see it, it should always be noted that no one shall dare disrespect her name as they will be slain in agony.

alas, now she is nothing but a mere legend.

or is it ?

who truly knows ?

as of now, jack the ripper has been taking the spotlight, who even cares about the lady of night even more ?

none, but the queen.

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baby, baby,
you got me losing my mind tonight.
toxic, toxic,
i tell my friends that i'm fine.
it's a lie.

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you open your eyes gently as the curtains of your room are pulled to the side. along with the sudden light, a deep voice announces loudly: "it's time to wake up, darling. you're late for breakfast".

the deep voice belonging to an elegant dark haired man in butler's attire named lucifer. he stares at you with those rose red eyes whilst tying the curtains neatly, waiting for you to step out of your bed.

you pull the covers up without saying a word, hiding from the annoying sunlight as you prepare to dive into a deeper slumber again. lucifer lets out a soft exhale at your action and shakes his head, he grabs the heavy cover and tugs on it gently as a gesture to tell you what he's about to do.