(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
(GENERAL AND DOLL) IN THIS GAME OD LIFE AND DEATH, WHERE THE CHANCE OF DRAWING THE CARD OF REINCARNATION IS ONE OUT OF TEN. CAN YOU TAKE THE BLAME? ARE YOU WILLING TO SACRIFICE EVERYTHING? TAKE THESE BOOKS CURSE AS THE AUTHOR IS FED UP WITH HER LIFE? CAN YOU CARRY THE BURDEN AND DWELL EVEN MORE INTO THE DARK GAME, WHERE A POEM WITH A CURSE IS PLACED? WHAT WILL YOU DO, IS THE DEATH REAPER WILL COME KNOCKING UNTO YOUR DOOR THIS VERY NIGHT? WILL YOU STILL PAY THE FEE TO FIND OUT? “SHINZO DIMENSION.” Opening her eyes to the truth and what runs in the world that they are into. Emie tightly holds on to her dress, as she already knows her role and why she is in that very place in the first place. She looks at them with the proud stance and promising heart, beating into the game of chess and the play that the two are claiming to
(HIDE AND SEEK) “HIDEand seek, cat and mouse chase and truth or dare. Which one would you prefer to play along, Kyle?” Asking him the provoking question, yet in truth and deep is a challenge, a riddle, and a test he needed to answer with perfection. Kyle smiles slyly, looking at his master and God by which in the run of the moment, but not, ask him those questions. “Well.” Pausing as he wanted to make this conversation of them into a mini-game of like a pop quiz, yet the price and consequence is only his soul and life. He giggles in between, as he stands up from where he is sitting just across the table where his master is and waiting, and within Its void and sanctuary where he could never have a chance to
(PORCELAIN DOLL) “DO YOU WANT TO PLAY?” Echoing those words inside his mind over and over again. His twisted smile never ceases nor faded at that moment. Plastered, yet typically picturing the grand play he enjoys from the bottom of his heart. The candles and torches that lighten the darkroom where he is at, are showing the shadows of his movement. Gestures that somewhat like dancing into the tone of an eerie lullaby, creating and giving life to something that should not exist, as he gladly whispers. “My creation, my doll, and my very own daughter. Just what could your perfection bring unto your mother?” Giggling in between the phrases of his words, Kyle’s eyes dims into a deeper color as a twisted face and lustful heart is beating unlike any comparison of a devil&r
(DOLL’S HEART) ‘BEWARE OF THE LITTLE GIRL IN A LOOP OF THE DREAM YOU THOUGHT YOU WILL NEVER SEE. CATCH THE GLIMPSE OF THE RED ROSE SHE’S HOLDING. FOR YOUR FATE IS IN ITS WING. A CAMERA THAT FORESEES FOR DEATH IS IN YOUR WAY. WISH OR DIE IN A WELL OF DEATH AND HELL.’ Giggling and amuse by the moment, as the cold and dim room is where she is left and waiting for the moment to fulfill her destiny as a created thing and being in between by her master and called father. She whispers the words in an amused tone. “Isn’t this just too much? Too much fun?” Her tone depicts a twisted-minded maniac, but her stance is from a little girl, yet a porcelain doll in reality. She giggles behind her doll and emotionless face, as she reads the words that are flashed and written in a curs
(HIS GIFT) “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DANIELA.” Greeting her in front of the crowd as the other holders smile and in delight to the special day of their princess. Daniela smiles sweetly as she replies. “Thank you, Kyle.” Seeing those smiles from the very person he adores so much and too much about. His lust is boiling inside of him, yet he didn’t make it known as the perfect hide with his mask by which he perfectly learns and has been playing all along. To the luxury, lights, and sophistication of the celebration that the entire empire is having. One thing made this all perfect, as he made it known and innocently asks, but hiding the lies where he claims. “Everything should be perfect, only if the Crown Prince could be here.” L