[Moriarty the Patriot] A Love Fantasia

You are the daughter of a duke.

However, one day, after your twin brother died, your mother, who had always been calm and rational, drank poison and followed him in death.

Your father, driven mad by the unbearable pain of losing his beloved, vanished on the day your mother was buried.

For a time, the only people left in House Greenville were you, still a child, and your brother, five years your senior.

Your brother, Edmund Elena Greenville, looked at the family portrait hanging on the wall and suddenly asked if you would miss them.

You smiled and answered that of course you would, with flawless noble manners.

Edmund said nothing. In silence, he tore down the portrait and burned it to ashes.

He said that from now on, you would have only him.

But years later, your brother abruptly arranged for you to become engaged to one of the Moriarty brothers.

"Any one of them will do. Pick whichever one you like."

You had meant to refuse, but when you met the Moriarty he had praised, you changed your mind.

"I am William James Moriarty."

The blond, red-eyed man removed his top hat and bowed to you. His demonic scarlet eyes bewitched you, drawing you in.

You recognized the scent of one of your own kind.

So you gave him a saintly smile, your sea-blue eyes gazing tenderly back at him.

"I am Elysia Elena Greenville. It's a pleasure to meet you."

He became your fiance, your companion, your beloved.

He is William, the Lord of Crime, and your very own Will.

"I was once an ugly ghost wandering the world, occupying the most beautiful body in the hope of being loved."

"But the desires of those who loved me were impure, and the one I loved abandoned me."

"A soul and body without their adhesive have no fate but to part."

/// ATTENTION ///

- The main story is written in third person, with copious personal headcanons. See the story summary for the specific alternate-universe setup.

- Pairing with the professor.

- A self-indulgent work, full of my personal kinks. Please skip it if it's not your thing. I politely decline writing advice, insults, and the like.

Theme: My Alice.