This is my first story written in English. Basically, I'm an amateur. Please bear with my poor little language. :'''3 {{neko hiraite}}
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Part ONE
Enlightened Towards the Darkness
It's an old, traditional mansion, but its designs are uniquely extravagant, made from finest woods that can be arduously found. The meticulous rooms are equipped with sliding doors which can be opened at ease when they are not locked. Its carvings on every piece are so delicate, a real work of art.
It might look antique, but hiding within this old, soigné residence is a bit of advanced technology, of course for convenient means.
Bordering the western edge of this mansion is a room with two closed doors on each side—one of which opens to the south and the other which opens to west.
It might be covered by roof, but it's still an open air room with its front wall missing, a design to view the natural outside.
Its floor is a varnished wood erected like a platform, which seems to be hard and heavy. The room is a bit empty with only simple paintings hanging neatly at the walls.
But the room is not entirely empty. On that wooden floor sits man with a long, dark purple hair in front of a short-legged table.
He doesn't seem to be enjoying the view of the setting sun, with the cold breeze coming from the trees surrounding the place.
This young man, who happens to be the new heir of the land, is currently drowned in the midst of misery and depression. His eyes are withered and deep, marked with plenitude of grief.
He might be trembling because of fear, but of what?
On his hand is a half-emptied bottle of liquor and on the table lays a mix of empty bottles and filled ones. He gulps again straight from the bottle, not minding some of the liquor to spill through the sides of his chin, making his clothes soaked. He lethargically puts the bottle down to his lap, makes a deep, throaty whimper before he lays his idle head on the short legged table on his front.
He's apparently distracted. On his mind are distasteful memories on something happened a few moments ago—a dark scenery where he was fighting two strong and skilled men with his lovable sister somewhere around him.
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"You're weak, useless. You're a pathetic little monster who can't live without your servants around you," a guy mouthed. He had a cold glare that could mirror the entrance gate of hell.
"Yup. A weak, lonesome brat. I really feel bad for you," the second guy agreed shaking his head with an irritating smirk coming from his deep reddish eyes.
"What did you just call me you useless pieces of crap?!" he burst out forming his fists into a ball. He gritted his teeth and his eyes showed the desire to kill.
"Heh. Tell that gibberish after we take your beloved sister away from you, scum," the first guy gravely threatened.
"You're doing what?!" he exclaimed to his breath full of rage.
Unfortunately for the young heir, these two men, one with light magenta hair and a black haired guy with pointed reddish eyes, got away with his sister. They are both tall and good-looking, and menacingly hellish and cold.
He wasn't able to follow them. They literally disappeared from his sight with the use of a despicable sorcery.
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