***ELEVEN YEARS AGO***

　　He was half-dead. Again.

　　He can almost see himself drifting away, moving right out of this body that has become the embodiment of pain. He can almost see himself floating...

　　Maybe, it wasn't such a bad thing. Whoever said that he wants to keep living?

　　He'd been beaten. Starved. Mocked. King Cone stood by the corner while they used him as a playing ground. His laughter and snickers of enjoyment alone, causes prince Lucien's heart to rage.

　　His manly parts alone they started a brand new hell fire right there. The burns...the pain...coming from that part of him, will be the death of him.

　　But, who will...