Blithe was a seven year old boy, regular as any other seven year old you would've met back in the times of villages and carts pulled by horses. He ran around his village until dusk with all the other kids, playing soccer with makeshift balls, kicking cans around in the gutter, getting in the way of the clydesdale horses pulling around the farmers produce. He was the kid that came up with pranks to pull on the vendors outside of shops and bars with fresh fruits and vegetables. He was you're regular, every day seven year old boy. Of course, all good things must come to an end eventually. But his came sooner rather than later. Blithe was in his home late one night, his mother working hard to feed the five mouths of their family as a household maid, cleaning everything from the floors to the hinges on the doors. His father was a farmer, working during the day, going to bars, getting drunk and screwing prostitutes by night. He was a terrible drunk, following the rule of thumb. Never beat your wife with a stick wider than your thumb. He followed i religiously, and just beat her with houshold items instead. Anyways, Blithe was at home, alone. He was standing in front of his mothers full body mirror, inspecting the nice, black and blue shiner he adorned on his left eye from a fight with his friend.
Blithe held up a chunk of ice to it, grimacing slightly, closing his eyes. Once he had reopened them, there was a man in the mirror. A tall, dark, handsome man. But...he was only in the mirror. Nobody stood behind Blithe, just in the mirror.
"Hello young one. I'm looking for a home."
"But sir, you live in the mirror! How can you find a home?"
"I live in people son, and you're perfect! Young, sweet, accepted by everyone, healthy. You see, I'm a demon. And you will be my host."
Blithe listened intently, an amazed look on his face.
"Wow mister! Okay!" he said eagerly, dropping the ice, he held his hand to the mirror, the mans hand meeting his, meling with it. A dark force swept through his body, his eyes flashed red before turning back to their normal amber color, his blonde hair took on a black color for a split second. The image he saw in the mirror was a boy the same age, same face, red eyes, black hair, black clothes. He was now half a demon.
Blithe tilted his head to the side, the image in the mirror followed, the only diffrence was their looks, and they smirk on the mirror boys face.
This excited Blithe, so he ran towards the front door as he heard his mother walk in.
Ten years later...
Blithe was seventeen, he had incredible powers, and he was a Prince. His mother had been struck a hard blow to the head with a pan, her skull split open right in front of him, and her body fell ontop of his own, small, ten year old bruised body. She died ontop of him, whispering his name the moment she was hit.
His father, a year and a half later, his father died of STD's. Damn prostitutes brought him his death at the age of thirty eight.
Blithe was adopted by the royal family, to give them a better image. All three of their children had seen his mirror image, and attacked him. All of them died in 'freak accidents'. Blithe was now taking their place, his mirror image resembled the family, his real body, was the complete opposite.
But Blithe had the face of an angel, hs voice was perfect, harmoious. But his eyes, they flickered every now and then, a glimpse of his hideous truth revealed in those small candle like flickers.
He was now sitting on the throne, a princess he was to meet, a princess who could possibly be his wife, and the next queen.
[[be the princess, or a maid or butler or something. Be literate,it might not be too good, my starter. But pleeeeeeease reply! Yaoi and non yaoi, Yaoi is my secret love. ]]
