(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
(EMIE) “YOUwill always be here and protect us, right, big brother Ramiel.” “Tsk!” clicking his tongue as that sudden past flashes back unto his mind, like an impending warning and a ticking reminder of the root of what he is now and how everything falls to what and who he is now. Kyle excuses himself from the crowd as he went into the shadowed corner, hating and cursing the event and the people around ‘his’ princess. Just then out from the blue, yet a perfect pocking reminder, her words and their smiles flashes in front of him. “I promise, I will be your hero, now and forever.” “Big Brother Ramiel, we love you.” “Damn!”
(TAROT) “CREATEDeverything as I am the very master of Him. Playing as my very first creations rival, in this game of chess, I am the supreme one. You know me, worship me, yet still fall unto your idols to whom wearing a mask of a deity. Ruler of everything, and created the very last thing. Your GOD. Now have you learned, everything?” Reminded of the reality she is into and the choices that are presented to her. Emie closes her eyes firmly for a moment as she slowly opens them and looks at the Supreme God in front of her. Wherein she decided, to tighten her conviction and hold her firm stance to choose the right path and pay the right and lawful consequences, as she speaks. “You have yourself a deal.” Smiling satisfyingly as HE and the mistress of time applaud and praise her of her c