PROLOGUE

"It can't be!" The servant's shoulders tensed up when the shattered porcelain teacup echoes the dining room. When it slips from the fingers of their majesty.

"WHAT IS THE SCOTLAND YARD DOING ABOUT THIS CASE?!" She clutches the paper with her trembling hands.

Queen Victoria Beckham the widowed queen of England. After his husband, King Dominique Enrique died, his wife who bears no child succeeded after him.

Despite the weeping of the grief of their people, Victoria started to face a dilemma with every single breath of her.

"Say Virgil this is only propaganda for those people who want to evict me, right?!" Her voice was filled with hope as she looks at her loyal butler, Virgil.

Virgil runs his fingers covered in white gloves into his hair before exhaling deeply.

"As much as I want to believe it was, your majesty, the death, and crisis became strong evidence." He lowered his head apologizing.

"Are there any reports from Scotland Yard?" she asked, eyes dropping on the servants cleaning the shattered pieces of the teacup.

"Unfortunately Lord Castell and his men are still clueless about these series of events," his butler relayed the message.

Her majesty put a hand on her chest and inhaled deeply, calming her nerves, "If that's the case, is there anything you could do about this Virgil?" she opened her eyes and locked in the man in red clothes in front of her.

The butler, Virgil bowed deeply before shaking his head. "I'm simply a butler, your majesty but I consider myself lucky to know someone who could help us," he declared proudly.

The queen's eyes looked up, interested in the new name she would hear. "Who's this then?"

Under his black hair, his red eyes glow, "The Phantom Circa,"

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No...no...no!" the man who's running for the life who he makes unworthy was panting severely but didn't stop until the shadow stopped chasing him.

He was running in a dark unfamiliar alley with a loud banging of nervousness in his chest. Cold sweats were rolling on his forehead mixing with fearful tears.

I'm safe here, she wouldn't see me here!

He thought to himself and because of the tiredness, he felt, his knees voluntarily drop on the floor surrendering.

His chest was puffing madly like a big bad wolf ready to blow despicable air to the hut's house of one of the pigs in the story.

Before he could even calm himself a roar and shadow ate the presence of the alley.

He shakily looked up and his people trembled when a tiger was facing him intently.

"No....please no...you wouldn't eat me, right? you're a good...good g-girl!" he desperately shows his palms to the tiger asking him to stop.

It was at the moment when the tiger gritted her teeth and noise from behind joined the scene.

The man hesitantly looked at his back and a shadow of a woman with a cane on her hand and a tap hat that covered her head from the cold.

"Ah, I see the lord has fallen to his knees. So where are your guards now?" the lady's mocking voice sends shivers to his spine.

His pupils were shaking and hands clasping each other as of his prayed to spare his unworthy life.

"PLEASE, SPARE MY LIFE...I PROMISE I WILL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING...eek-" his pleading was interrupted when the tiger sniffed his neck.

"Please..." the almost whisper of the death voice of him makes the lady's lips smile.

She tapped her cane to the ground and in the blink of an eye, it became a sword that sharpness was no match for any living smiths.

She raised the sword and pointed it on the throat of the man. "Will you give me everything?"

The man with glimmers of hope in his eyes nodded multiple times. "I promise -" her smile stretches into a grin.

"Well, there's only one thing that I want, your life!'' before the man could plead once again the sword swung in the air and separated his head from his body. Bloods spilled on the dusty floor.

"Promises are born for lies and oaths for life," she almost whispered to the soul of the man she just killed.

The tiger cautiously sniffs the blood and there's a hint of a smile on his green eyes.

"You seem to enjoy yourself too much, black butterfly?" a sharp voice speaks behind the darkness.

"Hiding in the Deinara? I'm just doing you a favor, you must be thankful isn't it?" she taps the point of her swords on the blood of the late viscount.

Swallowed by darkness Deinara the grim reaper eyes glow red. "You don't have the right to do me a favor, I never asked for it Mariposa." Mariposa never flinches nor does her tiger who seems licking the blood on his paws.

"You're so ungrateful for a grim reaper Deinara, no wonder no one ever likes you in life and death. Why don't you put the name of this disgusting man on your pretty notebook." She pointed to the black notebook that the grim reaper was holding.

It's the Death note or usually called the book of the dead. Where all the files of the person living are recorded. From the day you were born and from the night you will last.

Deinara gritted her teeth in obvious disgust. "Don't tell me what to do you, circus girl, I don't know why Aloysius is still keeping you around!"

Mariposa rolled her eyes and smiled sweetly as if she's been just complimented. "Well he must keep me around because I'm not just a circus, I'm the lady of the Death. The wife of the demon and the mistress of Phantom Circa." Her blunt black eyes suddenly glow scarlet and shine like a drop of blood.

"My name was a sweet scent to your world, perhaps you never heard of our story or anyone ever told you the tale of a demon. The tale of Phantom Circa," she smiled sweetly, reminiscing about the beginning.

"Should I have the honor to tell you this?" She asked but not to the person she's facing but to herself.

Phantom Circa

Sins of London