CHAPTER CCXXIV

     (VERSES OF DEATH)

     A VERSE YET TO SEE, READ IT ALOUD, AND THERE IT COMES TO A DEATH ANGEL WHO WILL CLAIM YOUR SOUL. 

     Reading and thinking deeply about the said words as it illuminated into a neon red after an image of a feathered pen wrote it onto the air with intricate calligraphy at hand. Like it is telling HIM an important thing, yet HE already knew about and way from the very beginning. The words that claim to be a verse, are something more than what each word means and the whole sentence about. Suggesting yet not, delivering a dread, but a misconception. HE smiles in satisfaction while comfortably sitting unto his throne, while and at the very same time is observing the once innocent Emie who is now HIS beloved bishop in the grand chess game HE is playing. All the while and still at stand reciting, yet commanding the cards to please her every command.&nbs