Morning sunshine like diamonds on the castle. Everyone getting up quickly, some were outside there windows and some were out in the market. The kingdom wakes up filled with pride and chatters around the place. Kids playing in the gardens or getting ready for their schools. Parents getting ready for work as they see their children running around, smiling and giggling.
A normal day in the kingdom of Black Hearts
He groans as he finally wakes up from his slumber. He gets up and opens his curtains in his room, he straightened his ponytail and puts on his kingdom uniform. He makes sure his breathe still smelled like blood, unfortunately for him, it smelled like strawberries.
As the god walks to the terrace in his room, he looks around the sky. The sky was clear of blue and the birds flying south. Sighing, he walks up closer, crossing his arms behind his back. The god looks down on his people, checking anything odd. Nothing.
That god is Manolo Angel' Crimson Sanchez, God of Love.
Manolo's eyes were not showing a single shine in them. He combs his faded red and dark brown hair a little until he hears the door being knocked.
"Come in.", he groans, trying put on his tight glove on. Manolo hears a low chuckle as the door was being opened, he sighs in annoyance.
"Good Morning Brother.", Alejandro smiles from behind, looking at his twin with black emotionless eyes. Manolo looks back at him, annoyed.
"Must you come in every morning to greet me?", Manolo asked his demonic brother
Alejandro chuckles softly, "What is wrong greeting my one and only brother?" He gives a victorious grin while Manolo just gritted his teeth.
Alejandro giggles slightly at his twin. It's been one thousand years since they've ever smiled at one another. Manolo has kept himself busy and away from Alejandro's annoyance. Things were never ever okay between the brothers, they've done enough damage to themselves then to each other.
"Big day today right Manolo?", Alejandro asks, helping Manolo straightening his crown and gloves, he groans
"Tell me about it Am, everything has to be perfect in order for the ball to happen.", Manolo slaps Alejandro's hand away from his face
Alejandro chuckles, "I know brother, the Mondragon's haven't send a letter just yet but I am waiting for it, are you?"
"Why must you bring those brothers into this?", Manolo growls slightly, grabbing his crown.
Alejandro eyebrows, "Why not?" He grabs his own crown and walks away, telling his dearest brother "I'll met you in the arena to train!" He shuts the door close, smirking a bit
Manolo glances at his crown, the redness reflects his dark brown eyes. The crown was made out of golden ashes of dust, the red diamonds were made out of the innocent's blood and the red diamond heart in the middle was made out Manolo's blood, symbolizing he is love. He is god.
He puts it on his head, a sensational vibration went down his spine. He shudders and sighs softly, he looks in the mirror. His reflection was like a warrior glaring at him with daggers. He walks out of his room and into the hall of the home he never smiled in.
Just another day of hell
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Large crowds of citizens surrounded the arena by sitting in rows. Chatter filled it for now, parents trying to keep children away from the battlefield of the arena where warriors will fight in. Everyone called the arena The Dust Bowl. Why you may ask? Because its the place where reapers and reaperesses come to collect the souls of the dead warriors. The Dust Bowl sounds like a place in hell, yes it is. The Bowl or arena, is a "no-mans land".
And only gods get to enjoy the bloodshed in the Dust Bowl
Manolo was on his throne, looking down in the arena. He was siting next to Alejandro and his two other nephews, Roberto and Alberto. Roberto and Alberto were twins and newborn babies. Roberto was shy and would always cry when his brother was near him, causing him to have tantrums. Alberto wasn't like his brother, he is hyper, happy and not to mention a caring young one for Roberto. Yes, he would cry when he isn't with Roberto but instead of causing tantrums, he would cause a scene of abuse.
Alejandro tries to control his sons's behavior but sometimes, he actually wants them to behave in a rude manner which would piss Manolo off. Roberto and Alberto have an older brother, Fernando. Fernando is 13 years old, in this timeline, he is 3.56 years old. Fernando is the demigod of sins, he is training to be a warrior and ruler of his own kingdom. Gods and Goddesses don't die but, they can be forgotten and that's worst for them.
Manolo waits for the battle to start, he looks around the arena once more. Alejandro glances at Manolo, "Everything alright brother?"
He nodded to Alejandro, "Yes Am, I am fine. Just waiting for battle to start." Alejandro smiles softly, holding Roberto and Alberto close.
"I see. Waiting for Azazel I assume?", Alejandro gives a mischievous smile making Manolo blush slightly.
"Shut up Alejandro."
Silence came as they heard the bell being ringed, everyone stopped talking instantly. They heard the warriors coming by loud chain-sound footsteps. The twins kept there hands on their laps, sweating. They the knew which warriors that were coming in.
The Snapper came first, the snapper represents one of Manolo's warriors. Then the Blackrunner came then, the blackrunner represents one of Alejandro's warriors. The twins looked at their warriors with glares. Alejandro smirks and Manolo gritted his teeth
"Let the battle commence!"
As soon the twins said those words, the two blood thirsting warriors charge up to each other with their swords. Blood came on every corner of the arena, gasps and cheers came as the bloodshed was starting to happen. Manolo's lips drool hungrily as he saw the blood drip and splatter everywhere. His stomach slightly growls, luckily he had a bigger breakfast then usually.
He jumps slightly as he heard his brother cheer when he saw another slash on the snapper. Manolo sighs in annoyance, ignoring his brother's chuckle. He looks down on the warriors as everyone, including him heard the screams of pain and victory. The Snapper won as the Blackrunner had just fallen in defeat.
Everyone stood up and cheered with happiness and pleasure. Alejandro and Manolo stood up and clapped, Manolo rolls his eyes as he sees Alejandro struggling with Roberto and Alberto. He sees the healers coming to take the warriors for healing. Everyone left with chatters and happiness. They all loved the bloodshed that was seen today. The twins stayed for while, Alejandro grabs Roberto and Alberto from crawling away again.
"Care to go see the warriors's faces Manolo?", Alejandro asks, holding his newborn trouble-making sons. Roberto snuggles Alejandro's chest while Alberto tries to pull his ponytail, he groans.
"I'll come later, you go with the troublemakers.", Manolo replies, looking at Roberto and Alberto with dark brown eyes. They giggle as their father held them and takes them to see the warriors.
Manolo sighs softly as he was finally alone, the only reason he didn't wanna go now was because he could knew who were the warriors were. He looks up at the clear sky, his nose only was smelling blood, eyes that had no light and shine in them. Sighing, he closes his eyes for a moment to think silently
These crimson red mornings are only thing that want me to wake up
An///: This my second account on Wattpad okay! I'll mostly be on my first account though but yeah, welcome to another shitty ass book of mine and Lewnolo. This book does deal with more mature things like abuse and gore. Lewis will come soon though and yes, things will get intense when he comes. It's not a fucking Hamilton book okay (but I fucking love Hamilton with a PASSION) anyways, I hope you enjoy the first chapter and yes, Alejandro does have two new sons in this book, Manolo's headcannon name in Manolo Angel' Crimson Sanchez okay! Right now, things are going alright for Manolo until the ball or his birthday. Hope ya'll enjoy and leave a NICE comment or a NICE question in the comments. Bye Bye Beauties and Gentle-beauties (>30)
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