[✓] UKIYO . black clover

OO5 | lumiere: guiding light¹

❝〔 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞... 〕❞

includes | categ: [ semi- long ] angst,
mention of blood and suicide.

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Anger. The feeling of rage coursed through Y/N's veins reminiscing how her parents treated her. Her magical attribute was M/N. Indeed it was strong, but because of her weak figure she could not access its full power.

She would be lying if she denied that sometimes she just wanted to strangle them to death so they would shut up and she could finally live a peaceful and normal life. And yet the last bit of her patience was begging her not to.

Taking one's life would be a price she would have to pay for the rest of her life. And with the current state of her mind, she would not be able to handle that. 

Whenever she was pulled into a tight situation where her parents would force the living daylights out of her for her magic to come out, it would always end up badly to the point that Y/N slept for a week.

Because of this, she was forced to work as a servant of the Prince, Lumiere Silvamillion Clover. Her fellow servant, Secré Swallowtail was like her. Since Secré also has a rare affinity, no one took notice of it despite herself being a noblewoman.

"What did they say about your magic, Secré?" she asked her. The two of them had to undergo several trainings before becoming proper servants or maids of the Prince.

Secré sighed, "They said it was rather useless." she replies smiling bitterly while walking towards the Prince's chambers in the Castle.

This fact alone enraged her further. It was clear that her fellow servant's magic was special. And yet these 'disgusting' royals, or so she describes it in her mind had the audacity to call it weak. 

People fear what they do not know and worship the strong that only they acknowledge.

Just the thought of serving someone made her veins pop on her head. She did not like any bit of it. Y/N would rather die and have a freshly made knife that was still burning hot from being formed stabbed on her stomach until everything bleeds out—

"Oh, hello!" Lumiere greeted the two of them while jumping out of his chair.

"You must be Secré and Y/N. I apologize. I would have come to you instead, but I've been buried in my research lately." He smiled while scratching the back of his head.