NOW I ASK YOU THE ONLY LEFT QUESTION WITH NO OPTION, TO BEGIN WITH, THE WORDS OF A WARNING OF,
“How much are you willing to sacrifice, for the sake of your dream?”
Somehow hunted with those thoughts and questions, Alliah look at herself in front of the mirror as she fixes her face and made sure that she wore a perfect smile. Knowing that she will about to take a step inside the circle that she exchanges then and now is knocking on her door, ready to welcome her inside.
“Everything.” Whispering the word as she answers the lingering question unto her mind.
She took the steps out as the royal servant opens the door and she is greeted by the blinding lights for a second, then finally standing in the busy crowd of royalty and the powerful. With h
(QUESTIONS) WITH the waltz music that’s making everyone dance gracefully and incoordination, creating one spectacular show. The hidden melody beyond the warmth, sophistication, and perfection of the royals is hiding the tone of an eerie bell that resembles the death march, yet not of some people, nor a prominent figure, most especially not by pure and royal blood, but for someone whose identity lies within the throne of hell. A familiar scene flashes and whispers, yet worst than it was at first, and now resembles perfectly the creature that’s sitting on that throne. She held her breath in as she tightly grabs onto her dress, as the words whispered and back. “EMIE, DO YOU WANT TO WITNESS SOMETHING THAT WILL TURN YOUR WORLD UPSIDE DOWN?” Couldn’t distinguish the
CHAPTER CCX (PAST) “HE CAN’T BE, RIGHT?” Somehow in a brim of crying, as pain and a dreadful slap is what’s beating inside her heart. She could not process properly of the things that happened, things that made her wonder and left her with the unbearable sadness, even if it was a long, long time ago. Watching at the corner, wherein her joy and hope and the most important person in her life is dancing with the maiden by whom is ringing the same dark tone that she hears of him, and somehow her entire fault in the very beginning. For she took the deal that sealed the horror and darkness that is surrounding their current life. Yet she could not find the reason to confront him, nor the strength to ask him of the truth, for she is scared to find out as might as well she already knew it all along. Knew it wasn’t him, and that everything they all know
(THE BOOK) “IF ONLY I CAN HAVE THAT WISH.” Slap with the reality, as those words not just stabs Emie unto her heart, but greatly blames herself for being a useless one, where she could not comfort the only person that means the whole world for her. She feels like her heart is being squeezed with the pain and heartache that everything of this is bringing unto her. If only she could have everything of the pain and regret from Kyle’s heart, then she will be satisfied. Yet. “Tsk!” she clicks her tongue in dismay, as she immediately hides her disappointment towards herself and eases the pain and tears that are about to fall from her eyes. Tighten her grip on the handles as she watches the vast ocean with pain and uselessness towards herself. She closes her eyes as she smile
(REGRET) REGRET.The big and bolded letter word that Emie read unto the cover page of the seemingly ordinary letter, but a tangible mysterious one inside, wherein the sender itself is nothing, but a blank name that ringing a warning, yet knocking her sub-conscious mind with the interest to the extreme. She opens it as she undoes the folds and whispers. “God’s gate. Alchemy.” Crumpling her right hand into a fist as she just got her hands unto the way of fulfilling Kyle’s every wish and sends him out of his misery, by which she is holding the responsibility of. She immediately hides the letter in the pocket of her skirt as she immediately runs to the deepest corner of the palace mansion, wherein a cold, dim and quiet room is abandoned. “Can I have that wish?”<
(MONSTER) “WHO ARE YOU?” The question that suddenly blurted out from Emie’s mouth as she is with the young marquise Kyle, with his recovered state and healthy body-like sickness was never there in the first place. Yet, to what she saw that night, the wish that was granted in that instant, and the person who looks like him, but not. Made her think, ask and even doubt the person in front of her, with the same face as him, yet not inside. "Just what are you talking about, Emie?” Asking with the smile and the same old cheery smile ‘Kyle’ used to in front of her and from the way past, where he only took her words as a silly joke. Ramiel put his best act as he knows, he saw and even heard the voice of hers behind that door last night. &nbs
(WARNING) “JUST HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU HEARD THIS TALE?” Somehow consumed by terror as she is looking at the young prince, yet is someone different inside. Worst, it is not just a being to be considered as an easy one, yet greater than the serpentine God that she came face to face from. She gasps in secret, as she could not even move her body like her entire being is being frozen solid to where she stands. Wherein the very person in front of her is the sole cause of. “Death, life or rebirth? Which one would you choose, Emie?” Taunted with those same words that keep on hunting her and ended up leaving her with the dreaded scar she could not find a cure of. Yet. “I do not need to choose, for I already went through everything of it.”
(HER DEAL) “WELL, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR EVERYTHING FROM THE VERY BEGINNING?” Takes a deep breath in as she braces herself and tightens the hold unto her dress. Emie looks at the both of them with conviction and proud stance, screaming in silence that she is more than ready to hear what’s coming and in between her known life and the world she walks into in total. Wherein she asks in slight shivering words, the demanding like words. “How about starting from who are you?” Amused and end up giggling, Chie is fascinated by her in that instant. Knowing then and there that she did make the right choice to hold her as their piece. A pun for now, but will eventually become something more, like a bishop, or perhaps a rook. “Well then.”
(DARK TRUTH UNDER THE LIES) “LIFE, DEATH, AND REINCARNATION. EVERY ONE OF YOU ALREADY PLAYED THAT ROLE AND WENT THROUGH THAT PHASE. NOW IN THIS LOOP AND THE DECISIVE 6TH, I PRESENT TO YOU THE BEGINNING, TAKING MYSELF IN THIS GAME AS THE WITCH. TIMEKEEPER AND HOLDER OF SPACE AND DIMENSION, YOUR MISTRESS AND MASTER, HIGHEST WITCH, HOLIC OF THE CHRONICLE CHIE.” Somewhat slap with the unexplainable dread that could not directly pinpoint what. Emie could not find any reason to utter a quick word, as her entire body is somehow frozen in place. Shock, but more likely in surprise for what she just witnessed and saw in front of her. With the doom, they are all walking right now into the world where everything is not what they all seem to be. She stares at her blankly, yet processing everything. Connecting the dots and slowly painting her face with the expression that she al