(LIFE)
“WILL YOU SING WITH ME?”
She asks while giggling, looking at her face in the mirror with a smile that can be genuine and disturbing, yet with eyes that do not reflect any sign of emotion or spark. Disappointed, but more like a desire is growing inside of her. Impatient, as she could hardly wait for the day and moment of the said promise, she buries her distress as she eminence her words.
“Anything and everyone in this world had a purpose as we just need to find and fulfill it with our utmost best. Good or bad you belong to this world, as I know that no one is born with a pure heart, nor a dark one. You can be as you wanted to be, Winona.”
Sacrifice everything, as she already took the deal and will about to suffer the cause of it shortly and time,
(EPITOME OF LIFE AND DEATH) “IN between life and death, just how much do we understand such concept? Isn’t it just a figurative word that explains the existence of heaven and hell, or perhaps? A reason created by us to justify our existence in this world. Either or neither both, where should we stand in this game of hide and seek?” Suddenly asking and peculiarly wondering with the words that somehow are ringing with the unexplainable eeriness and dread she could not pinpoint what. She looks at Kyle’s face who is starring somewhat blankly out from the vast starry sky of the night, where the bright full moon is his way and their only source of light into the field of flowers they love so much and planted together then. He then smiles weakly as he looks at her with the regret and disappointment inside his heart where he does not want her to know, yet she s
(HOLDER OF FLAME) “DEEP, DEEP, DEEP, I AM IN-DEPTH.” Humming an unfamiliar melody that is neither dread nor a pleasant one, but falls in the middle of those two words with the harmony like no other, yet perhaps cursing, or more like praising someone. She looks at the pile of books in front of her and the markings, symbols, and sketches that she drew and made on top of the table. Wherein she giggles drawing a Cheshire smile at the end, as she whispers. “Perfect, just perfect. Just how entertaining this world is bringing me?” With her eyes that somehow glow into its distinct mix of purple and red color. Like an undeniably perfect, yet contradicting fault of the night and day that comes into one. Her hair sways into a curly lock that resembles the fiery flame of her ability and her features that closely
(THE MONSTER INSIDE) “I MIGHT HAVE CREATED A DEVIL IN DISGUISE.” Whispering the same words, she said the night that she witnesses the horror and the face of the devil that took the most important person in her life away. By which in this time and the worst of all is the one that she is serving, where she cannot do anything, but act accordingly as his servant. She remembers the young lady’s words, like the smile of the little royal, yet the most powerful holder rings back unto her mind. “Read this one, follow every instruction that is written. Consult the water holder for a thing and perform it wisely and cautiously, as you need to find and open His gate. Take your best price to offer as He will love a soul in exchange for a wish to be granted. Be smart, think twice, as you only have one chance. Emie.”
(THE BOOK) “CREATED not to mock the God HIMSELF, but His way into fulfilling His desire. With the sins and the very originals that are trapped and locked unto their cells into this world. Just how can you blame someone who only wanted to revive the only being who made Him be?” Educating, yet more like telling the old told tale of the worlds into the seemingly innocent daughter of the royal crowns. Reina who never got interested in anyone and isolated herself into the four corners of her palace chamber is having the time of her life acting as the storyteller towards the young princess everyone adores and calls. “Am I right, Princess Winona?” Looking at her in neither fascination nor wonder, but more likely a teacher with the shard of ‘his’ who knows more than anyone in this world. Sh
(THE FINAL DECK) “JUST LIKE WHAT YOU SAW, EVERYTHING SHOULD BE PLACED TO WHERE THEY ARE, EMIE.” Surprise for the start, yet drilling into the facts and the horror that their world is circling into. Emie’s face lighten as she needed to expect what is unexpected in this very case and book, most especially when the prominent holder enters the void. “Well then, shall we continue the introduction of the ‘Tarot Cards’?” Bowing in courtesy as she is facing the royals of their world where the other one is the holder of flame and the most powerful one of all. She got a glimpse of the card that the little princess is holding. To the image of a castle where lightning struck and the aftermath is dr
(SIGNS) “WITHthe card in your hand and the person destined to keep it and lost it in the last loop. We would like you to meet someone, Emie.” With the ticking of the clock that starts to get louder and louder with each passing moment, yet just a façade in the void where time never existed as dimensions and worlds are the only eminent ones. Everything turns back into the place where she is original, with the throne room where HE is sitting along with the mistress of time, the prominent holder of flame, and the once doll. She holds the deck of cards close into her hands as the image and number of the beginning are at the very top. Just then, HE snaps HIS finger as a pentagram is drawn unto the floor and the distinct scarlet light illuminated, as a door is presented. With the symbols and marking that drawn into the world
(MANIPULATIVE GAMES) “MAYI have this dance?” Reaching his hand as he gently and royally asks the question towards the little princess everyone adores and loves as the daughter, but the adopted one of the royal crowns. Her innocence and façade were where he sees and reads through, and knew more than what anyone expected of him about, yet not her. Draws a smile unto her face, as she may be a fragile five years old princess on the outside, but is a smart and cunning one who once is a doll and is made by the flesh and darkness of him, as she then gladly replies. “I am honored too.” Reaching her hand to hold his, as his smile reflected the genuine one can be, where she let everyone sees and knew about him. Yet she kne
(HIS SANITY) “SANITY?” Asking the question with a word mixed with a taunting wonder and a hellish giggle from him. Kyle only thinks of that particular word as a child’s play, and nothing, but an ordinary word that does not mean a thing or has a weight in it, but a casual word that everyone should just throw away and left forgotten off. “Do I have to think about that?” With a twisted expression and a sinister smile drawn to his face, he comes face to face to the mysterious holder that he just saw and intended to meet at this very moment. The throne room of the palace within the void and dimension of the original HIM draws an eerie stance, as the flame holder with the guardian, God Leo is on guard towards him, wherein she smiles, amuses, and entertain by his twisted personality, as the ques