Dolorem

Chapter One - Pilot.

The mansion was in ruins. The fire burned as tears ran down Oliver's face. Maybe it was the heat...or it was pure dolorem.

6 years ago

"Look at Oliver! Eye patch kid!" Mocked the children of the orphanage as Oliver sighed.

Oliver was sick and tired of this. He had always worn an eyepatch, even he didn't know what would happen if he took it off.

But still, everyday was the same bullshit. Bullying and bullying, mocking and mocking, name calling and name calling...it was getting old.

Oliver rose from his chair.

"Ooooh! What's Oliver gonna doooo~?" Teased the eldest child in the room. Oliver looked at the child in pure rage. He threw a chair straight in his direction.

"ENOUGH!" Oliver yelled out.

All the kids were silent now. The bully laid on the ground, whimpering. The chair had been somehow thrown at a rate a normal 7 year old shouldn't be capable of.

"Listen here you scum of a human. Never talk to me that way again and I'll fucking burn you to a pulp."

Oliver wouldn't ever say that. He was "too weak" to stick up for himself...but somehow...

A child grabbed ahold of Oliver.

"Don't think you can talk to him like that you worthless!" The child screamed. Oliver tried to break free.

"I think you'll regret what the fuck you just did...." Cussed the eldest.

Oliver was angry.

"Guys! Take off his eyepatch!"

"Wha-" Oliver's eye patch was removed.

There was no going back now.

"WHAT THE SHIT?" The blood and blackness spilled out from Oliver's eye. Guts and a weird green liquid as well.

"GUYS LETS GO!" But the kids were stopped by a black shadow that grabbed them by the legs.

"SOMEONE! GET IT OFF!" Suddenly the lights went out.

It was blackness, except for a music box that played.

Before they knew it, dead children were everywhere.

The lights came back on.

Oliver saw what had happened.

"Wha-WHAT DID I DO..?" Oliver was shocked. All he remembered from that moment was a face.

A two faces.

Then three.

They told him to kill them.

So he did with...a weird power.

Oliver was extremely confused.

How did he do that?

That all would be explained by a certain someway six years later in a way nobody would expect.

October 2nd, 1910.

Oliver had been "Missing" for at least six years after the murders of six children in an orphanage.

Oliver was pronounced dead they assumed he was one of the six who was murdered by an unknown person.

But that wasn't true.

Oliver had been "taken in" by a rich family.

This family was named "The Vocaloid Family."

The Vocaloids was a lady named Miriam, Leon, Yohioloid, and Ruby.

It was all way too real.

Oliver had been with them after he was found on the streets, crying to himself.

Without his eyepatch.

The Vocaloids already knew.

He was one of them.

Demons.

Oliver was taken in and raised by them. It was somewhat normal for Oliver, but he wasn't the old Oliver he had been.

Ever since that day of the murders, Oliver had cut himself off from the rest of humanity.

Everyone thought he was dead, so why bother?

Oliver became a cold person.

His family was full of rich snobs, and demon butlers.

Oliver hated it.

But, his life was changed forever when a new servant arrived.

His name was Fukase.

For some reason, Miriam and Leon were very fond of Fukase. They didn't treat him like shit or slaves twenty-four seven.

But still, something was off about him.

Oliver noticed he was always leaving the house late at night, and most importantly, he had scars running down his face.

And a red monster eye.

He covered it up at first, but it became noticeable after a while.

Fukase was strange, even as a person.

He was always staring at Oliver with an awful grin.

He didn't understand.

Oliver couldn't stand it.

Why?

Oliver didn't know.

But he'd soon find out on one fateful day.