Hmmm... What's going on in my life you may ask... Let's see...

Current obsession with Kuroshitsuji *check!*

Still obsessed with Code Geass *check*

I will not be updating this because I already have a few other fanfics to update. I am just posting this up because Yolo! I'll let your mind think about what wil happen next.

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London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair Lady.

The fire blazed forward as the night showed nothing but thick layers of smoke and screeching fires. Screaming in horror and pain, the people rushed away, only caring about themselves, trying to get to some where safe. Some where far away from this fiery nightmare.

The houses burned down, dying along with some of the people. Death reapers swamped the area, checking the memories of the former humans while the demons were having a feast. Angels watched with disgust as they tried to ward away the impure. Everything was in utter chaos.

But a lone demon was stalking in the shadows. His red eyes stared on-wards as he licked his lips. He could taste something. Something truly magnificent, yet he was hardly near that feast. His shoes were clicking behind him with every step he took as he walked through the blazes of burning fire. His long black hair swishing as he continued his path.

"Help!" Cried a desperate boy as he tried to save his mother. His tears falling rapidly down as he tried to reach for her burnt, lifeless hand. But his tries were in vain.

"Help!" He cried again as he narrowly dodged a piece of burning wood that was falling down. His house was on fire, the temperature was boiling. He had to get out of there, or there would be no survivors from this house hold left. But his heart yelled at him, begged him to try save his mother. He couldn't just abandon her here!

"Help!" Once again, he tried to plea for help, but his hope was dwindling away with each passing second. The tears that fell on the ground were all dried up from the blazing fire that surrounded him as his emerald eyes frantically looked around the crumbling room.

Sweat trickled down his face as a loud noise was heard. Creak, it a was long and painful noise as the roof fell down. Destroying the only way to save his mother. No more. He could no longer try. And soon, his soul will join her's.

Kneeling down, his curled up into a ball. Just trying to forget everything that was going on right now. The scent of burning skin sickened him as he clenched his eyes shut.

Build it up with wood and clay,
Wood and clay, wood and clay,
Build it up with wood and clay,
My fair Lady.

Click, clack, click, clack. A strange figure walked slowly towards the boy with out a care as the fires began screaming at them. Rage-filled, they tried to consume them. But the strange figure wasn't effected at all. Only the boy was terrified.

Glancing around, the figure kept his expression stoic, his cold, red eyes boring into the boy at the end. "This is hardly fitting for a child to be here," he commented as the boy slowly looked up. His eyes wide with shock, but not fear.

"Why are you here," sobbed the boy weekly as the figure placed his hand on the boy's head, causing the said boy to tense up. And for a moment, the boy forgot all about the fire, all about the pain. He forgot about everything, but only for a moment.

"I came here to make a deal with you." Spoke the figure as he smirked inwardly to himself. The boy was terrified, vulnerable at this moment. It will be a soul served on a golden platter, thought the figure. "I can grant you one wish, and in return you give me your soul," he spoke soothingly to the boy, using a sticky sweet voice.

"... One wish..?" Asked the young boy uncertainly as his eyes glanced towards the place where his mother would have been.

Much to easy, thought the figure as his stoic expression broke into a small smile. "One wish," he confirmed.

One last time, the boy looked over towards the angry flames that were growling towards him. His green eyes holding sadness in them as he clenched his hands. "My one wish is to make sure that people won't ever suffer like this again..." He muttered. He never wanted anyone to painfully vanish like this. "... Deal," he agreed hesitantly as the figure smirked, one fang appearing.

"Of course." And with that, the young boy's fate was sealed in that burning house.

Wood and clay will wash away,
Wash away, wash away,
Wood and clay will wash away,
My fair Lady.