A Story of Evil: Chapter 1: A Daughter of Evil

Daughter of Evil

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh~ So, shall we start?"

There was once an evil Kingdom of Yellow, in a very faraway place. To the north was the Kingdom of Blue, and to the west was the Kingdom of Green. The evil Kingdom of Yellow was run by a tiny prince of only age 14, who ran his kingdom in tyranny. The prince had auburn hair with a curl that always stuck out, and his eyes were a golden brown. His abode was littered with beautiful furniture, covered in diamonds and other beautiful jewels. The prince had a loyal servant, whom had returned after being gone for a very long time. You see, they were identical twins, the only difference being that the prince's servant had a curl that stood in a different place, and his hair was slightly darker. The prince's favourite horse was name Antonio. Most of all, the prince had many riches. Jade stones, topaz, diamonds, sapphires, you name it, he had it. He loved collecting trophies and treasures from his enemies…

"Send him in!" Feliciano Veneziano Vargas called out lazily from his huge, red throne studded with yellow topaz jewels. A servant bowed low to his prince, before opening the stunning double doors. One of the prince's soldiers brought in a tall man with pale hair and skin, and unique violet eyes. The man was thrown onto his knees, so his armor was revealed to the prince, and the man kept his face down, making his long tan-pink scarf appear to be even longer.
"Ve~ so, you are the one that has been causing me so much trouble, yes?" Feliciano smiled wickedly down at the man. He didn't dare look up, although there seemed to be a purple aura of hatred pouring off of him.
"Da." The man said the simple affirmation loudly and clearly, in an accent foreign to the land. Feliciano's lip curled back in a sneer.
"And why, pray tell, haven't you paid the taxes, Mr. Ivan Braginski, ve~?" The man, Ivan Braginski, looked up defiantly into the prince's smooth face. "Because these prices are ridiculous! No one can afford to pay, yet you keep increasing the price! How are we supposed to eat, to live, to feed our families?"
"You borrow it, of course, ve~ don't you have underlings?" Feliciano said lazily. Behind him, his most loyal and trusted servant stood, his face bowed and his eyes closed, waiting. Ivan's unusual violet eyes narrowed in disbelief in anger. "Nyet, I do not, because I do not consider my fiancée and my sisters 'underlings'. Even if I did, I wouldn't dare ask anything this obscene of them!" The servant twitched ever so faintly, and it went unnoticed by everyone that was currently present. Feliciano's smirk widened. "Obscene, is it? Then, I sentence you to be executed immediately!" Ivan's face grew in surprise, and the soldier that had brought him in along with two others hurried into the room and carried him out. Ivan thrashed around, trying to break out of their grip, but his panic made him easy to subdue.
The guards carried Ivan out to the executioner, which just so happened to be out in front of the entire village. Two of the soldiers pushed Ivan into place, tying him down, while the head soldier blew a trumpet, calling everyone nearby to turn their heads and come forth to observe.
"Ivan Braginski is hereby sentenced to execution at half passed the hour on this day for his crimes of treason against the prince." He read off all of Ivan's 'crimes' to the people, who listened with pity etched into their faces, accompanied by sorrow. Two young women pushed their way to the front of the murmuring crowd, accompanied by a very feminine looking man. Ivan look into their horrified, tear streaked faces.
"Ty mne ne bezrazlichna, sestra Katyusha and Natalya… Ty krasivaya, Yao… Ya tebya lyublyu(1). I love you." Ivan whispered to them in his odd language, before the axe fell and cut his neck, dislocating his head from his shoulders. Natalya and Katyusha howled with sadness, sobbing and clutching at each other tightly. Yao stood petrified with pure horror and anger. He looked up, and saw Feliciano grinning down sadistically at the whole thing, his loyal servant standing behind him, his faithful dog. Yao clenched his hands into fists, and rage ran through his body like a horrible poison.

"Ve~ look, fratello!" Feliciano called eagerly. "Look, the horrid traitor got what he deserved, ve~" Feliciano smiled widely at his servant, his twin brother, before looking down at the whole thing. Lovino Romano Vargas stood faithfully behind his younger twin brother, and watched the whole thing with slight sadness. Although Feliciano did not notice the very feminine man glaring up at them with pure hatred, Lovino did. And he knew that that would cause disaster later…

"Ve~ It's tea time, fratello!"

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A couple days after the horrible execution, Feliciano donned his dark cloak and disguise for blending in among his people. Lovino wished him farewell and a happy time, even though he knew he would be following his twin, to keep an eye on him. Feliciano smiled cheerfully, and left the palace quickly, melting into the crowd. As he walked around his country, he noticed a handsome man dressed in royal blue robes walking through with a very cute young man wearing green. The man in royal blue had light blonde hair, slicked back, and light blue eyes and fair skin. The cute young man in green had ruffled dirty blonde hair, and baby blue eyes that shone like a clean pearl behind square glasses. They walked through the village together, laughing and talking pleasantly among themselves. Feliciano felt his heart beat faster than before, and butterflies flapped anxiously in his stomach. He fell in love with the royal prince of Blue. Feliciano watched the pair walk away from him, not noticing him, assuming him to just be another person, and rage built up. He would NOT let them get away with this. They would pay, most assuredly, and the prince of Blue would be his.

Feliciano tore back to his palace as quickly as he could, and ran to the minister he had kept locked up in his prison. The minister with pure white hair and ruby red eyes looked up as Feliciano entered. Feliciano looked up into the cruel minister's eyes, and whispered softly, to make sure he would not be overheard:

"Ve~ make sure the green country is badly stirred."

"As you wish your highness."

The prince let the minister out of his jail cell at once. Quickly, the minister ran out, and found Lovino. The minister whispered the instructions that His Highness had given 'them', and watched as Lovino's face drained of colour in amusement. Lovino took a deep breath, and nodded. "Of course." He whispered. The pair left the palace together to set off for the green country at once.

A couple of weeks passed since the green country had been torn apart by the minister and Lovino. The people were growing restless, lead by Wang Yao, who had been Ivan Braginski's fiancée, and Ludwig Weilshmidt, the prince of the Blue country. The people would no longer suffer under the tyranny of Feliciano.

"Lovino, I need some help with my ties, ve~" Lovino quickly tied up Feliciano's deep yellow coat.
"The people are beginning to revolt, your highness." Lovino said quietly to his prince. Feliciano rolled his eyes.
"Ve~ But you can easily suppress them, right fratello? It's not like anything you've stopped before, ve~" Feliciano smiled happily at his faithful servant. Lovino gave his twin a sad smile. "No, not this time. This… this is growing fast and steadily. It's no longer a revolt… It is a revolution." Feliciano's eyes grew wide in terror, refusing to accept that as true.
"Ve~ then what do we do?"

Wang Yao and Ludwig Beilshmidt had finally managed to break down into the castle. The Yellow army was battered from their attacks against the green country, and so getting them out of the way really was not too difficult. The people of the Yellow and even some from the Blue country surrounded the evil prince's castle, and Yao and Ludwig ran into the castle. The people let the servants run out of the castle and flee- after all, they were not who they were there for. Yao and Ludwig finally reached the prince's room, and he lay on his bed, and looked at them, his crown on his head. He would not pose a fight- he knew he had lost.
"You're such a disrespectful man." He said to Ludwig, who just gave him a cold glare.
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The prince sighed. He was locked up in the cold jail cell that had originally held the minister, Gilbert Beilshmidt. He was bored and tired of waiting for his execution. The prince's execution was to be held at 3, when the church bells would ring. He sighed, leaning against the cold stone wall, planning to sleep to pass the time.
A loud clatter startled the young man awake, and he saw Yao standing outside his jail cell, wearing his coats of armor and a triumphant smirk. He unlocked the door, and pulled the prince out roughly by his arm. The prince inhaled sharply at the pain that shot up his arm, but refused to look at Yao. "Well, come on… your highness." There was something about the way Yao said the last part that made his heart pound…
Yao dragged the prince out in front of all of the countrymen, who cheered and applauded and whistled and made a great deal of noise.
"HIS MAJESTY, PRINCE FELICIANO VARGAS!" Yao shouted at them all, throwing the prince into the same thing that had held his fiancée, before killing him. Yao read off the prince's crimes, all the while the prince looked at his feet, tears brimming in his eyes, but only a few managed to escape.
"Any last words, your highness?" Yao smirked at him, looking directly at a cloaked figure in the crowd, before looking back to him.

"Ve~… It's tea time."

And the axe fell, and it was all over.