🍃 Ⓥⓘⓔ ⓔⓣ ⓜⓞⓡⓣ (⃝ⓛⓘⓕⓔ ⓐⓝⓓ ⓓⓔⓐⓣⓗ )⃝ 🍂

🍃A gift from your enemy🍂

This is a tale of two lovers. An angel and a demon. Their names Vie and Mort. They were both born and expected to achieve a great many deeds. They didn't know each other until around Vie's 16th birthday when he came of age, and his power to bring life and create truely wonderful things, manifested into something much stronger than any of which his ancestors had wielded. Hence why his family and friends has..er..had such high expectations of him. Everyone in town had gathered to celebrate his power that day.. all except Mort and his family. They were never invited to anything, for you see, they brought sorrow and decay everywhere they went.

The square where everyone had gathered was practically and glowing with life, which was of course Vie doing of course! He was, after all,the heir of the life clans throne and there for the "channel" of all the life clans Magica.
And so Vie went around and thanked everyone for coming, pasting a charming smile on his face as a group of particularly pretty girls, herded by a rather elegant older woman, swarmed him and launched into a string of incoherent chattering. He was about to try and pardon himself to go to the bathroom to escape the ninny headed ramblings when he heard someone whisper, it was Joyeux "Did you throw away the gift Mort mailed to him?" He muttered to his cousin Félicité. "No, we're waiting for the party to be over first." Félicité replied. The twins continued whispering in a hushed tone.
Shoving his hands into his pockets Vie strolled over to them. "What's this gift you speak of?" He asked politely. His pale arms behind his back and his smile shined brighter than the sun itself, which made his whole face light up, making him all the more adorably blinding and set his deep blue eyes sparkling. "Oh it's nothing dear." Félicité said, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Vie hated that smirk! And was considering clawing it off but instead said "it's my party, please let me see my gift?" Smiling wider at them. They seemed like they were about to protest but Vie's Father ,Étant, stood behind him. "He has come of age. It's about time he fully knows who he is to stay away from." Étant said to Joyeux and Félicité . They both nodded and went to fetch the gift.

Vie turned to his Dad. Étant looked just like Vie, except he had emerald green eyes. "Thank you father." Vie said as he bowed. His father smiled at him and tousled his hair. "Stand up straight child of mine." His father said cheerily and made a sweep with his arm, gesturing to the party. "This is all for you my boy! Why not Dance or chat with one of the many lovely women who have come from afar to court you! If you don't then I certainly will oblige in perhaps one or two eh? Think your Ol' pa still has some moves?" His father winked at one of the passing women and made a horrendous purring noise ,to which Vie snorted and walked off, to instead indulge in the array of food and helped himself to a large portion of the cakes.

Just as he started stuffing his mouth with cake Joyeux and Félicité returned with a black box, handed it to Vie, and promptly sat themselves down next to Vie to see what was inside. "This is from your enemy Mort. Heir of the Death clan. You shall never see him he will surely bring about your destruction." Félicité said as Vie opened the lid and reveals a dead kitten. "MUFFIN!" Vie yelled recognising the kitten instantly. He picks up the cats dead corpse and dropped the box. Vie hugged the kitten and slowly the kitten came back to life. "Oh I have to go thank him! I thought Muffin ran away for good!" Vie had already taken off before Félicité and Joyeux could protest. Every step turning the grass beneath him greener and longer.

🍃TO BE CONTINUED...🍃