Blue.

Lord blue

The prince sat at the end of a long table, blue curtains draped over the windows. The curtains added a blue tint to the whole room.
The prince sat, slouched in the blue thrown like chair.

3 male Servants dressed in blue shades, came in in a line, the prince sat up straight as they approached the table. The middle one carried a silver platter, covered with blue silk cloth. The prince watched as he set the platter before him. He tore off the silk and threw it over his shoulder. There on the plate sat medium sized strips of pink raw meat, covered in a red sauce.....obviously blood. They where garnished with a piece the basil and tomato slices. The meat glistened in the light blue tint. Blue exhaled a bit at the sight of red, but he ignored it to the best of his ability.

The prince ignored the utensils on the side of his plate, he picked up a slice of meat between his thumb and index finger. he tilted his head back, He lifted the meat and dropped it into his mouth. Blood dripped off his glove, Immediately the servants, all dressed in blue acted. One grabbed the prince's hand, another began cleaning his hand with a blue cloth. The prince stood, he was a bit short...about 5'2. Short for a demon. He had blue medium length hair, that was a million shade of blue. He was a blue blood. Demons are raced by the color of their blood. The highest ranking in the colors, was black. than blue, red, then orange, ,purple, then pink,then green,and last was yellow. poor bastards....

The prince was crowned at a young age. 355 years old, the youngest prince there was. He was known for having a short temper. Oh....and the whole blue thing.....he is obsessed with the color blue....which brings me to the next part. His name is Sir luscious...named after the devil. But people just call him lord blue....But he was no devil. He was just a blue brat in charge.

The prince mostly spends time playing the violin,reading, creating anarchy for the whole kingdom...

Or yelling at his subjects.

(Anyways....)The boy slowly took off his grandfathers blue and silver rings. He Stood, Then back handed the servant who cleaned his glove.the servant fell back and grabbed his cheek.

"Don't smudge the silver on my rings next time." He sighed as he put his rings back on. he adjusted his glove. He walked calmly to the doorway,as the servants, began cleaning. He looked over his shoulder, and mumbled under his breath.

"Pathetic....".

His black shoes clacked on the polished marble floor. He walked to his garden in his back yard. roses painted blue, among other flowers with painted petals. He walked through his garden, watching the sky. It always had it's same color. Red. 'such a dull color' he thought . 'why couldn't the sky be blue?' he sighed as he took off his many rings, then his gloves. he looked down at a rose. it was still red. someone must have forgot to paint this one.....Red angered him so. He hated that color with a rage like passion.

He growled as he ripped it out, he pulled out all he could in anger. he hated the color red so much.. his hands dripped blue substance as thorns stuck into his pale palms. He ripped the leaves, and the roses up to shreds. He began punching at the rose bush. He panted as He heard a voice behind him.

"blueeee~"

He quickly turned to see no one. he lifted a brow as he looked around.

"hello, is someone there?"

"up here~" a voice cooed. he turned to see a women dangling her leg off the roof. She had her back propped against the outer second story wall.

"how the hell did you get in here?" he yelled up to her. She sat up and grinned as she jumped down, and landed perfectly. He lifted a brow. Her blue hair swayed a bit, than settled a bit after she landed. Her bust bounced. She walked up to him slowly.

"yes....very nice....but that doesn't answer my question on how you got through the gates of the castle....."

"There where some....minor complications.... I had to but some of your....hounds to sleep...." she sighed. He swung the back of his hand at her, he was in aw as he realized she had stopped his hand before he could slap her. She peered over to his hand, she had a straight face.

" you should get these thorns out..." she said as she looked to him. He pulled his hand away.

"get off me!" he growled. He reached down and grabbed his gloves and slid them on, then collected his rings.

"ill give you the choice, leave or be exterminated like the roach you are..." He growled as he stormed off.