With an excited smile and a fleeting beat inside her heart, Chantal immediately stood up as she runs back to the mansion by which her servants follow her with reminders.
“Lady Chantal, please be careful and remember your graces.”
Somehow panicking in between as their worries escalate when she did not listen and cares as her heart and mind are fixed towards the news and his arrival. Which she dearly waits for long, and after the grand ball of a month ago. The flower garden and landscape she took care of and more than she ever did in the past, by which her interest and love reflected its blooming flowers and delightful landscape. Plus, the flowers she carefully picks that almost fall by the grasp
(UNCANNY THEME) “FAVORED, love and even blessed by the God of hell. I don’t care much as this chance or luck to call that I stumble upon, I’ll gladly have it near and take everything out of it. For experimenting on a human soul and even greater to be a holder, is very exhilarating.” Whispering the words that take from the thrill of what he is feeling right now. He draws a twisted smile unto his face as no one out from his servants ever notices. For no one of them can know. “Let’s go.” With his command as his servants’ heed to it immediately. He fakes a smile as he looks out of the plain glass window of his carriage where they please and the happy victim of his waves her temporary goodbye at him. To the innocence that she bears, how naïve and foolish her reincarnated na
(PRIDE AND GREED) REWINDING, yet more likely detailing the moment where he is summoned into the chambers and in private by his ally and known older sister in this time and loop, but a façade in truth. JK stands at the center of the spacious room wherein a large mirror is the only thing present and at the very back of hers. The dimly lighted room overlooks the dead oak tree from the plain glass window to where they both stands, and where she presented the seven silver boxes on top of the table and in front of his. “DO you know what does the sin of pride and greed means?” Directly asking him, yet more likely taunting him with a mix of dread and a shock of warning. He draws a confident smile where he knows what she truly means by that question. Presenting the seven silver boxes in front of him, by which every bo
(THE MAIDEN) “PRINCESS DANIELA.” Caught unexpectedly as he did not expect for it. He follows Chantal as he acted normally and just as any other noble should do in front of the empire’s princess and the Shrine Priestess that protect the land. He stands up as he bows his head greeting the person that he dearly wanted to protect as she is his most important person’s love, but at the same time resented, for being the one who put him to death. “I’m honored to see you here, princess.” Wondering as she senses a bit of uncanny warning towards the young man in front of her, Daniela’s thoughts are interrupted as Chantal runs and immediately holds her hand with enthusiasm and
(THE PRINCE) “I’M SORRY, LELOUCH.” Betrayed, but he expects it out of her. Yet, the question that stuck unto his mind and the answer that he could not find lingers around his mind. Where he whispers and deeper than the meaning and question out of it. “Why?” To his tone that does not ring any resentment or hate, but rather worry and fear for the betrayal of the person his most important person dearly cares for. He wanted to know her answer as he wanted to fix the broken glass that she is. To bring back the past and protect the one he deeply loves. Yet. “I’m already broken since the beginning, as th
(SHINZO) “DON’T WORRY, I’LL MAKE SURE THAT EVERYONE IS DEAD AFTER I WILL BRING YOU BACK TO LIFE, AS I PROMISE YOU THAT I’LL PRESENT HER CORPSE IN FRONT OF YOU. MY DEAR LOVE, LELOUCH.” Helpless as he is nothing but a burden from the beginning and without any chance to protect the one, he loves. Lelouch gritted his teeth as he clicks his tongue in dismay, as Alliah whispered. “I’ll see you again, by the time I revive you, Lelouch.” Raising the sword as she swings the blade that pierces his throat, he falls to the ground as his scarlet blood tainted everything around him. To the blood and the crows laughs his vision turns black and somehow drags him deeper and in a blank page of a curse book.
(SEVEN WORLDS) “NOW, NOW, NOW. SHALL I INTRODUCE MYSELF FIRST?” Commanding as he marks his face with a sinister smile and a cunning tone. The Prince in this current world and the one who stands and hold the king’s piece finally found his way to him. “You are?” Asking HIM, yet more likely playing a confirmation game. HE smiles once more in satisfaction of how dreaded, yet fun and fulfilling the shard souls and mirrors of the prominent individual from the original world he created. He then giggles as he answers, “Well, you see. I am God.” Giggling and as he c
(SHARD SOULS) “HE'Ssearching for the seven keys, as He is making some of them.” Warning as HE gave him a heads up, HE commanded. “One of you will create the temporary embodiment of the sins as they will make their way to corrupt the holder’s heart and continue the cycle of the loops. Let them be as they think that they still hold the upper hand of the game we are playing, but they unknowingly know.” Reading the plan and the entire puzzle game he is now taking at the spear of God in the complicated competition of chess. He gasps as he firmly holds his stance crumpling his fist tighter, knowing that the crown that he wears as the King is more than he could ever bargain for. “You will be betrayed as some of you will fall to the sin to make up the creation and
(HOAX) LAUGHINGin an insane tone as she dances all around the empty room with only the mirror present in the middle. Her face twisted in the mix of dread, disbelief, and anger that reflects all over it. “Why?” Asking a question, yet more likely screaming the doubts and unfair nature from inside her mind and chaotic heart. She makes a pattern, from a giggle, into a twisted smile, down from a sinister laugh and twirling in a crazy dance all over the place, repeating it over and over. Where in the mirror reflects and shows her the image and presence of the person who should be dead. Who supposes to be long gone as she knew more than anyone that he died for her? “I killed you.”<