CHAPTER CDXXVI (THE GIRL HE CALLS) “YOU’RE just a girl, a princess, and my brother’s daughter. I as your uncle will have to protect you no matter what. So, from now on I will be your knight and guardian.” Those are the words that are torturing him and now making him down on his knees and struggle to keep himself up. The kind of torment that he both deserves and does not. A contradicting reality and a debate that Winona doesn’t want to do and see him suffer like this. Yet, she doesn’t have any choice but to do exactly what she is commanded to do. Failure is not an option, especially since perfect destruction is what is at stake. “Do not struggle anymore JK. For you are the one that will be suffering to the end. Suffering that could be painful like this time, or even worst than you could think of and never dream of.” The warning and her final pity towards him. Things that are pricking her with the pain of seeing JK suffers. Yet, she also knows that he deserves this torment. A torm
(REALITY’S GAME) “I SHALL HEED UNTO IT AS I SHALL SEE IT ALL TO MYSELF. I’LL GO TO KILL YOU, DANIELA.” “The next on my list.” Words and enough for JK to be shaken out of his little misery and the darkness that he is dwelling in and worst than ever before. The green light that Winona is been waiting to see from him, and the queue for her to pull him back to the present and his current reality. “Damn, damn, damn!” The frustration that’s streaming down and fasts out of him. His anger from being the fool and the little toy that he’s been to all this time. All right after Winona drags him back to the present, and now boiling with wrath that unfortunately right now he could not do anything about but a curse. “B***S***! Freaking b***s***!” He continues to scream and curse. For all long, he’s been the foolish one in the game where everything was all just a lie. “Now, have you realized everything?” Winona then asks, a bit shaking him to the other reality that he needed to face and f
(HIS REALITY) “THE PHILOSOPHER’S STONE.” Uttering the name of the stone that everyone said to be just a fantasy, yet it isn’t impossible. His torture just ended as he for a minute pauses and somewhat starring right into the darkness. With a smile that slowly crept upon his face. And the memory that is now as clear as the drop of the rain. He started to hum the same song that Winona used to sing for him them. The comforting song reminds him of both the light and dark. The curse and the shallow hearts of the mortals. With the memory of the past that aligns everything of what he forgot, no, he needed to forget. It is his turn now to sing the dark lullaby. “Who is asleep amidst the dark? The nightmare is knocking at the door. That one soul lies all in a deep sleep. Didn’t know the manner of ghouls, hags, and wraiths. For your hungry wanting wants are heard. Shhh… don’t let someone know, for the Witcher. Heartless cold who eats your dreams. He comes
(THE NEEDED SINS) “WELL THEN, I’LL SEE YOU SOON. JK.” Bidding a temporary goodbye as she vanishes along with the tormenting abyss that she pulls him right into. The pentagram vanishes along with the marks that he couldn’t recognize and read. Found himself once more inside his room. He took a deep breath in as he whispers. “Now, now, now. Shall the sins be born?” Sinisterly drawing a smile on his face. He immediately draws a pentagram as his mind is now clear as the day, and where he is aware of the play that they are all playing. The light draws as the symbols are written around him. The image of the cards that’s the main theme of this dark and cunning game. He needed to keep track of everything as he needed to review the facts. Started from the words and title. “The Tarots.” Heeding his command, the cards flip in face front and towards him. With numbers that correspond to one another, he whispers. “Shall we start?”With the 72 cards that a
(DARK EXPRESSION) GOLD AND SILVER. The words that make someone stands out in the crowd. A word and a standing that makes the entirety of someone’s life across the lights and stage of the prominent individuals in the play and life of an aristocrat. “Life, death, and honor.” With a sinister smile, he looks at the prominent cards in front of him. The cards hold the identity and life of the prominent ones, who hold the beginning and the fool that stands in the middle. “The fool, the magician, the high priestess, the hierophant, the chariot, strength, the hermit.” PRESTIGE. The honor of one’s heart, the pride someone carries and could never be stolen by anyone, but can be ruined by false lies. A glance and what people see hear and respect. The honor a knight earns in battle, defense for the weak, and even standing bravely where no one will and can. “Just when did this cycle ever ends?” He asks, not because he is wondering why. But because he can and
(THE REST OF THE CARDS?) “WELL THEN, HOW SHALL I ADDRESS THE REST?” Pretending to think about it and deeply. He then draws a sinister smile as he wonders just how could everything be, as it is not the way it all is right now. But then reality hits him halfway with that simple thought. That if it is not the way everything is run and running right now, will this very world that they are living with ever exist? “Probably, no, it will never.” Amused and giggled at that thought. He opens the rest of the cards, the major arcana as he calls their name one by one. “The Hanged Man.” He once more laughs, giggling in his own accord as he sees himself in the domain of the card. For more than being a fool, he seems to be the hanged man that the entire deck is asking him to be, or it is? “The fool or the hanged man. Well, in this world that we are in, each one of us is the same as the other.” Coming with the conclu
(MINOR ARCANA) “SHALL I READ THE MINOR ONES?” With his now turning signature cunning smile that he always drawing upon his face. He kept the major arcana at bay as he placed and somewhat commanded for the rest of the minor arcana to take the place and present themselves in front of him face front. With the purple neon light hue that the cards emit. One by one the cards line up in front of him. In a moment they all stop spinning and in a second and a snap the cards lose their glow and present him with the images and symbols that they put forth with the meanings. “Well then.” With a cunning smile in between, he is thinking of a brief and short history that lies within the minor arcana of the Tarot Deck that seems to not be that well known. Unlike the major arcana that brings forth both dread and light by the image and symbolism that every card holds differently against one after the other. The minor arcana is the suit of cards that have the same face but growing in numbers. With i
(REVERSE) “BLOOD CLASS.” The alternate world and book that there is so much to learn and to discover about. The world that doesn’t exceed the original, but holds the more than the amount of darkness that one can endure and fight against. The world that everyone will be trap, the moment that the book of Dylan opens. His smile even draws wider in the most cunning way, as he couldn’t wait and somehow subsides his excitement for the upcoming future that awaits them. “Just how far could everything go after that certain book opens?” In the book of Dylan, the book marks the date and alternate reality of the last loop, the seventh, and the entire Death Reincarnate world turns into a set of other mysteries and miseries. With death, the cards, puzzles and entire chess pieces scramble and turn to the person that they are not original. To the turn table of the entire class that will be called Blood Class. “Next.” The word that he utters while drawing his signature cunning smile to his fa