𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝔸𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕖

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

( 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖗 1792, 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍 28𝖙𝖍 )

𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

Gone... Forever... the woman whom I deeply love has truly died in my arms along with my child within her who was supposed to be born nearly soon, but fate was cruel to them both. Seraphina, the light of my life, was the only reason I moved on after my mother died, the only reason I put up with myself despite the people around insulting me for being the son of a prostitute.

I stood there behind the trees, shadowing my figure while watching her body placed in a wooden coffin from afar. A catholic priest was there, speaking out such holy words that I don't seem to care enough until he spoke about my wife. I begin to mourn as I hear her last words to me.

"Protect my dreams, they are yours now."

All she ever wanted was to see the world uncorrupted from war and its vile political system, where a lot of people can smile and live peacefully. To me, it is naïve for her to say such things but sometimes I can't help but agree with her. Now... she entrusted her so-called dreams to me before she passed away, and so I kept it within me.

There is no reason for her to be dead, she should be at my side now with our child in our small and peaceful home in Kyoto. But now, our dreams of carrying love and raising a family together on our own have diminished.

First my mother... now my wife and my unborn child... gone within my grasp.

Deep down, I never wanted this fate... I wanted to die and be with my mother, my Seraphina, and my little one. But instead, I unexpectedly awoke where my soul slowly stood up from the ground, and my wounds completely healed after I was unfortunately murdered by an assassin who was ordered to kill me from my so-called family of mine. And there I received an unexpected object in my hands, taking the shape of a katana with a green hilt and hexagon guard. To my surprise, I heard a name called out to me: Kyouka Suigetsu... the name of its weapon in my hold.

Suddenly, I hear my wife's uncle, with whom she had a close family relationship, spoke about her being the sweetest and kindest person and her chosen path. I wish I still had fallen tears, I wish I could show the others how much it pains me to see my beloved wife's final journey. She is dressed in the loveliest soft green dress I had ever seen in her graceful body, her pink hair almost the color of a cherry blossom is spread around her angelic face, and her hands grasp the hairpin I had given to her all those years ago for her birthday. I can see the bump where my child now lies dead, the fabric made no attempt to hide her pregnancy like we had attempted to do for so many months.

Her royal family didn't attend her funeral, from what I heard it's because of the sakoku, the isolationist foreign policy as they have tried to convince the shogunate to visit our country but to no avail.

Seraphina's body will be buried under the cherry blossom tree in the middle of the lake on which our small home sits there. The very place where we had our first kiss, where we both got married, and now... she shall rest there forever with our child. Her burial is out of her country's tradition as her uncle wishes it. Normally, a high-ranking citizen such as Seraphina would have been cremated and her ashes spread all over the Sumida River. Her uncle wished to have someplace to memorialize his kind and loving niece. Seraphina was a hero to some of the people here in Japan, mostly the ones who are poor. She helped them by offering shelter and food with her generosity and kindness. She was a foreign princess the people have respect and worshipped for. Beloved by all, she treated them with all the grace and wisdom. It was official that my wife died from blood poison at the hands of an assassin, at least that was the formal statement they had been given by her uncle.

Her family will never know the truth behind it, they would never know what truly happened to the youngest princess.

Seraphina's funeral procession makes its way inside our home where she will lie in state for three days before being taken to her burial site. No one speaks at her funeral after the priest's speech, not even a eulogy is given from her uncle. In their tradition, the funeral is a time for silent mourning. When Seraphina is buried, she will have a memorial service at the temple. The thought of her not being with her own people for the rest of their days is unbearable. I cannot help but weep silently, my knees give out and I find myself clenching my fists tightly while trying to hold back my tears.

"Oh by the gods... how did this fate come to fall on my family?"

I do not recognize my own voice, it is soft and pitiful that it does not sound like my own. And I hate it.

"Perhaps, you should not have given in to your anger." This voice is new and is carried on the wind as I turn to find no one there. I was such a fool, knowing that I cannot change anything now I have chosen my fate... a lifetime in hell as a wandering ghost.

The people move out one by one after paying their respects to her, every single person present must do this. It takes them until it was almost dawn as my wife's uncle drags himself away from her before I quickly make my way down towards what was once my home. As I walk slowly into the room, all I could see is my deceased beautiful wife lying in her coffin. She looks as if she is sleeping... peacefully resting. She has not looked this way when I first met her in the forest. I place my hand over her soft, fragile one gently, afraid that she might turn into dust. Her porcelain skin is cold, not warm as I fondly remembered. The pink roses in her hair remind me of the day we first kissed, and how happy I was, now I looked upon those same flowers and I am deeply sickened by every thought of them lying in my dead wife's hair. All I want to do is wake her and take her with me, someplace safe. I moved my hand towards her stomach, it is firm with my child... my little one forever trapped in her cold womb.

Memories began to flow in my mind as I deeply remember the day I first met my wife... my friend... my angel. The story of how our love began...

How our love became a tragedy.

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Poor Aizen-san ｡:ﾟ(;'∩';)ﾟ:｡ 💔 I wanna give him a hug so bad!

Anyways, I wanted to portray him in his most human emotions realistically before he became the arrogant bastard that most people saw of him currently. Honestly, I find him to be a slightly challenging character to work on. I will try my best to make him stay in his own personality like in the manga and anime series.

So... tell me what do you think of the prologue?

Vote and comment, guys (＾∇＾)ﾉ♪!