(3RD BOOK)
“DIE, DIE, DIE!”
A dreadful voice screams then laugh maniacally while holding by its hand a bloody sword which crimson blood drips from its handle up unto its pointed blade. All the while as it stands on top of a pile of corpses where the foul smell of its victims’ flesh is torn upside down and are bathing with their blood.
“Help me.” A scared child’s voice faintly echoes, as he hides from a near distance shivering in fear while hoping for salvation and a savior to help him out and alive from the crouches of the devil that put all the people in his known village to death.
Covering his ears with his dirty hands as he cries silently while trying to ignore the laugh of
(RAMIEL) “WHO ARE YOU?” From that wondering thought as he looks at the frightened little boy and the intended soul He targets out from this world. He draws a sinister smile as He introduces Himself. “You see, I am God!” Opening his eyes as that particular memory crosses his mind. He turns around as the familiar place changes the scenery of the time, place, and dimension he is standing for a moment. As the familiar voice greeted him. “Welcome back.” Now facing the God that marks and directed his life ever since he took the place of the original one and became His black piece of the knight in the chess game It plays. He replies facing the serpentine that currently hides with His façade of an innocent man, but a
(DARK REFLECTION) “ARE you the death reaper?” Bedridden and on the brim of death, a helpless boy’s voice echoes in the darkroom he lays upon. To the gold and luxury of his life, the world to whom bows down to him as an heir and owning a powerful name could not be compared to the dream he ever wishes to have. When everything is deemed useless as his richness and power could not buy him a chance to live long nor even see the sun once more. To the life that means nothing now and the deal, he needed to pay after holding the full years of it to his own accord and wants. He comes to face, to face the person that will take his place in this world and fulfill the promise he could no longer hold. “Say, from which circle of hell should I’ll be going? Is it in the fourth from my sin of greed or in the ninth for my treachery?” 
(HE THAT IS CALLED KYLE) “TEMPORARILY SEALED AWAY, BUT NOT LONG AND AFTER I FULFILL WHAT I NEEDED TO DO, I WILL BE HIM IN THIS WORLD AS I NEEDED TO BE. KYLE DIONNE.”Closing his eyes and firmly by a second and fast. He opens it as those words rush back to his mind from the beginning and up to the reason of his world and why. Knocking with the truth that brought him back to this reality and his very present life. He turns around as he looks back greeting the master, He wanted him to acknowledge, but he knew more than that he shouldn’t. Yet, in this world, in this chance and the life he just once dreams about from his original one, he calmly agrees to everything as long as he can stay with her.“You came, serpentine God and creator of this world, but not. Yin.”Ringing the name that only a few knows about Him. The
(REALITY) “THE NECROMANCER.” Breaking his thoughts as he is somewhat snapping back into reality, JK looks back at Gennivier where she somehow unintentionally drops the words, yet rather a title he is very known what and for whom. For him. “You think so?” “Why?” Answering him back with a question as a smile draws in an uncanny nature in between. She intentionally drops those words as that title suited him more than he could ever imagine. Where they both knew more than anyone ever known. “Tsk!” He clicks his tongue and smirks, knowing what she means by those words as he claims to whisper. “So do I.” With the eerie silence of
(HIS AFFECTION) “YOU WILL BE ‘HIM’ IN THAT WORLD, AS YOU WILL TAKE THE SPOT OF THE HOLDER IN THAT BOOK. YOU WHO IS THE DARK REFLECTION OF THEIR OFFSPRING. YOU MUST FULFILL YOUR INTENDED DESTINY AS YOU SHALL PLAY UNTO MY GAME AS MY KNIGHT. MY BLACK KNIGHT, RAMIEL.” To the wind that blew its eerie wind and the moon that is in full. Somehow resembles a priceless diamond, but a curse is hidden in between its beautiful façade. The sakura petals fall unto his way as a voice wakes him up and made him realize. “Are you okay?” Unexpectedly, yet his current destiny brings. He is struck and falls towards the person he only sees now, but beats the familiarity, as he claims. “
(RIVALRY) THE MAD HATTER.Just where, when, and what does this word implies? By which this word is more than just a simple tone, but rather a taunting curse that is about to unfold. Simple or complicated, those three words ring the familiarity of someone’s adventure, as a knocking stance echoes and words are heard, where it goes like this. “Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?” Hearing the whispering tone of a young girl, by which with Daniela’s excitement is leading him inside and into the center of the place like a garden they build a
(CONSEQUENCES) “IT’S chapter VII of the book.” JK introduces as he gently places his cup of tea on the table in front of him and immediately walks towards his bookcase, pulling a distinctive book in crimson red color, where he reads. “Alice in Wonderland.” Knocking a teasing thought inside Gennivier as he once more stops in the middle of his novel like reading and conveying her of the past and the importance of the loop of six to their present stance. She glances back at him with a mark of an irritated tone, as she asks, yet rather hinting a knocking insult. “Enough with the barking and unto biting, will you, Necromancer.” Laughing with her words and the title he forever owns as of the mark of a contracted doll and one of the chess pieces of His, he whispers to himself.
(WONDERLAND) “NOW,now, how should I end this charade, what do you think, Gen?” Closing the book as he ended with just a few hints of the chapter’s end. Gennivier agrees in a rather forceful way knowing that she does not have any counter words of an attack to his claims, but is caught into a deep thought of who is the person she chooses. “Tell me JK.” Opening a question that is deeper from her thoughts, the argument they just had earlier vanished as she somehow swallowed her pride and gave to his taunts, for she wanted to know more and deep about him. “Who is the hare, the dormouse, as I believe Daniela is Alice, and most especially just how cunning is my Kyle as the Mad Hatter?” Boldly asking the que