poker face;
that way, this way, the devil is over here youâre playing right into my hands i want you one pair? two pair? no, is it a full house? âcause it was exposed unseen, unseeable, close up both of those eyes âitâs not here,â âis that so?â -- a tricked appearance your pretentious cards are dazzling, Mr. Prince
words: 1104 song used: poker face (melost)
/âAll the time, all the time, I trick people. Just like so, just like this, youâll catch on eventually . . .â/
   They say that a smile is the prettiest thing a person can wear.
   And all he wore were smiles.
   They were what he was known for â they were his best quality, his most attractive feature, his lady-killer, even â he was famous for his sweet, charming smiles. There wasnât a single person in the kingdom who hadnât acknowledged the beauty of his nearly infectious grins.
   They also say, however, that smiles make people wonder what youâve been up to. With how often he smiled, it was almost impossible not to wonder what the countryâs lovely prince was always up to. How did he manage to always be so positive, so likeable, so utterly charming?
/âThe perfect crime, thatâs what this is â I kill you.â/
   However, for those who have worked closely with the prince, those who had been around him and in his presence for long enough â they knew that there was something dark about him. He was a secretive person, he never said what he was doing or what he was up to, and he spoke in riddles â it was almost impossible to get an honest answer out of their dear Prince Eri.
   His smiles were a pretty disguise he had devised himself, a façade, really. They hid his true intentions, his true motives, his true self. He didnât want anyone to know who and what he really was. His only goal was domination; to dominate over all, to become something better than what he currently was, to become something that everyone, his family included, would respect. Respect was all he ever wanted.
   But respect was something he rarely got.
/âGot myself an alibi, a surface face, taking on the appearance of a good child.â/
   Oh, sure, the people respected him, but that was a given. They couldnât see past his sweet smiles and charming demeanor, and he was their prince. Of course they respected him. Gaining the respect of his family, and the other royals, however . . . ? That was a far different story.
   That was quite alright, though, heâd gain respect on his own, in his own little way. With his brother, the emperor, by his side, it wouldnât be difficult for him to get his way. They had similar plans of universal and trans-dimensional domination â even if his brotherâs feelings of guilt occasionally interfered â they were going to be all-powerful, and completely and utterly unstoppable. He wouldnât allow anyone or anything to get in the way. He hadnât spent years of internalized suffering and marginalized inferiority to only lose it all in the end over something trivial, even if both he and his brother knew they were in way over their heads.
/âIâm so happy I won, a flower weighs a monme â I want that kid, I want you.â/
   He was going to get his way, no matter the consequences. Even if it came down to his death at the end of it all, nobody could say he didnât try. That he didnât put in all of his effort. He couldnât possibly let something as trivial as his brotherâs feelings for a demon get in the wayâ
   . . . even though, his brother claims those feelings never existed. Or, at least, they didnât exist anymore. He knew he was lying, though.
   You werenât supposed to play with demons, that was the law, demons were heartless, cruel creatures that were only good for slaves, soldiers, and slaughtering, but little did most people know was that was exactly what the royal Dimitri Kagamine family did. How else would they get their power?
   Generations of pacts with powerful demons, generations of the study of black magic and demonic rituals. Their fathers had sealed away the two demon emperors to siphon their power when the twins were young children, and he and his brother had a blood pact with the Death Shinigami himself.
   No one couldâve possibly known this, though, at least no one that wasnât close enough to the family. As far as the public eye was aware of, demons were dangerous creatures that couldnât be trusted â creatures that only pretended to care for us until they found the right moment to strike. Demons could not be trusted. If it werenât for their usefulness as slaves and soldiers, they wouldâve killed them all. It was only right for the emperors to destroy the demon kingdom, wasnât it? They were planning to attack us anyways. If we hadnât struck first, they wouldâve killed all humans. They were absolutely despicable creatures. Isnât that right? Isnât that what all the books say?
   He didnât necessarily hate demons, per se. He knew they werenât all actually evil creatures. But, after years of being subjected to ridicule and being considered sub-par, and second-rate compared to his brother by his own parents â to the point where they even only allowed his brother to rise to emperor, for the sole reason of not believing he deserved the right of having that power â topped with the fact his brother, and lover, had an affair with one of their demon soldiers, he had been driven by hatred and pure determination ever since.
   He had no sympathy for demons, they would only get in his way. They took things away from him. He wasnât going to now lose everything he had worked for, for so, so many years, just because dear Emperor Ren felt bad for some demon commander he once had a fling with. It was already bad enough he had lost the title of Renâs one and only, he wasnât going to lose the respect and power he was going to gain at the end of it all, either; itâd have to be pried from his cold, dead hands.
   That was why, once they found him â he wasnât going to give this up any time soon. No matter how his dear brother felt.
/âBargaining points? Donât count on them! âCause I stole the joker you showed meââ
   A family full of darker secrets and even darker people, thatâs how it was, and how it has been for years. If it werenât for their power and sweet, innocent smiles and demeanor, they mightâve been overthrown generations ago.
   And he wasnât about to be the generation that got overthrown.
   His determination and drive was nearly unrivaled.Â
   What a shame would it be if that were put to waste.
/âMy other face is a liar, but is it just to hide my embarrassment? Hey, I donât know â you tell me!/â













