Daisuki, or Prince Suki as he was most often called, was never made to be a prince with a happily ever after. His world was dark and stormy. His people were power hungry and greedier than a spoiled child. 

He stood to inherit a broken world with his older brother dead, his father and adoptive mother soon to follow, his people couldn’t stand this after all Daisuki was the sickly, bastard son to KIng Thorn. So no he was never meant for a happy ending. He knew his people would come from him as soon as he took step into the throne, he accepted he’d die young. 

He’d die without ever experiencing acceptance or love. No matter the fact of his death he wanted to end it on his own terms, he wanted that little bit of control over his life. The power to put his own flame out short coiled into his thin hands that were holding a small mug of tea, the tea that would act as the drowning water to his weak flame. He smiled softly looking into the warm cup- it was his favorite kind of tea, lemon ginger, though he supposed this time it would taste differently.  Excited for his new freedom into the abyss he brought the mug to his lips. The tea tasted unnaturally sweet but Prince Suki sucked it down and once finished with the mug he set it down gently as he stood. His nightwear brushed the cobblestone floor along with his long silver hair, his vision went blurry and he quickly grabbed his desk smiling freely knowing that the poison was working- and then he tasted copper. 

The young prince quickly doubled over as he violently wretched dark crimson blood on the stone work of his bedroom floor. His body shook with panic and pain as he again wretched with his whole body more blood flowing over. The red thick liquid ran through the cracks in the stone shining like black ink in the dim moonlight from his window, Suki puked more blood, it stained his light colored nightwear and seeped into his hair but it kept coming. More blood spewed from Daisuki’s mouth than he thought it would for a human body. He breathed when he could, his vision spinning and his body cramping intensely. He wretched again seeing dark spots in the corners of his vision slowly take over his view as he felt his life slipping through his hands.

His body collapsed into the large pool of blood under him, his body was cold and still not a single breath rumbled in his sickly frame….

When Daisuki could feel his consciousness returning, everything felt heavy, tingly and cold. He felt he was in a small space but couldn’t for the life of him open his eyes. It felt like too much work for his confused brain, he should be dead now but he wasn’t was he. 

No, he could feel his toes - his fingers and soon enough his brain made the alert he wasn’t getting enough oxygen. His lungs ached as he clawed at the ceiling of his confinement and barely registered the shock he felt when with unnatural strength he pushed the ceiling away and soon he was met with a dark damp room that smelled musty. It was dimly lit by torches that Daisuki faintly noticed as he pulled himself up gasping greedily at the moist air, the sudden dryness of his mouth and the deep hunger in his belly greeted him soon after making him cough and groan. He pulled himself out of what contained him only to drop onto the dirty stone floor he looked up and saw what he had fallen out of was an ornate coffin, one ment for royals. Numbly Daisuki finally took in the other coffins around him, his breath stopped when he spotted his brothers. He was in the family crypt so he had died- but he was clearly alive now.

The thought frightened Daisuki; only demons and monsters came back from the dead; he quickly went over to the family offering table, searching for a mirror; he soon found one. An elegant silver hand held mirror that Daisuki quickly picked up and then dropped with a hiss of pain. His panic grew as he looked down at his head that was burned as if he put it into the flame of one the torches that surrounded him that's not all he noticed either. His finger nails were long, sharp, and blackened at the end. Daisuki shook his head and fell to the now broken mirror picking up the biggest shard of glass and staring into it, nothing but the background behind him stared back. 

How was this possible? He thought how had he turned after death, he was never bitten- never even in the presence of a vampire and then another thought came to him, one that rattled his very soul.

“How long have I been dead?” DaIsuki spoke out loud, his vocal cords rough with unuse, he quickly stood snagging a blanket that had laid on top of his grandmother's coffin and quickly wrapped the dust cloth around him making a hooded cloak before running up the crypt stairs and to the big heavy door. He stood in front of this door panting with fear and hesitation as he grabbed the knob and pushed the door open. Bright sunlight invaded his eyes and the room caused him to shield them with the hood of his cloak , fresh air was the next thing to hit him as he stepped out into the grassy graveyard with his pale bare feet he looked around with great sadness. 

Everything was in disrepair and as he walked into the city he too was only ruines now, completely abandoned by its people. Daisuki wanders the ghostly shell of his city and weeps. He wanted to die, he never wanted to come back and see the aftermath of what he knew was bound to happen, the fall of an empire, but Daisuki was free wasn’t he?

He had gotten what he wanted and so much more…