Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Send them all to the Guillotine! ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Along time ago many people were inspired to create a utopia in which the government would take no part in. The unfaithful outrage of the people would be the rulers of the land and nothing would stop them. Not even the vengeful Madame la guillotine who had slaughtered the many people of the republican. Not even the cry of the little girl who watched as her father made his way up to the terrible blades of Madame la guillotine.

 

“Daddy,” the little girl murmured under her breath as hot tears crowded over the skin that stretched over her cheeks.

 

Her sobs were not heard by the republican executioners who wanted nothing more than too see the king of France's head in the basket.

 

“Not so high and might now your Majesty” the executioner mocked as he tied the King to the table.

 

“God will not show his mercy upon you. I will make sure of that.” The King whispered to the executioner. “The blood of many innocents will be on your hands and hell will have a spot for you because of that.”

 

“You speak grand words but will they mean anything when you enter the world above King Fujioka.” The executioner replied with a smug look on his face has he tightened the last binding to hold King Fujioka in place.

 

The executioner looked at the woman standing just right of Madame la guillotine. She looked very young but the stern look she gave made her seem a lot older. It seemed as though the executioner was taking orders from her.

 

The little girl looked between the two of them. Hoping the woman standing still would shake her head and let her father go.

 

“Please,” she whispered looking up to the sky. “God, don't let them take him away from me. Don't let him die.” Hot tears spilled down her cheeks as she barely got the words out of her mouth. Her sobs were getting louder as she stared into the eyes of her father as he looked back at her reassuringly.

 

“I love you Haruhi,” he mouthed as he then let his head hang so as not to look at his crying daughter before him.

 

The woman who was once standing still gave a quick nod and the blade of Madame la Guillotine came crashing down. With one slice King Fujioka's head was off and the little girl, Haruhi, became a heap on the cold ground.