CHAPTER CDXV

(HIS GIFT)

“TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK.”

HE whispers, yet more likely chanting it with the words that almost fall into a lullaby, but with the mix of the same dread and darkness that HE somehow enjoys, but likely faking it. For all else, HIS smile draws upon HIS face. As HE is sitting in HIS throne and all along within HIS void and very sanctuary that no one, even a bit could ever fathom off. With the mirror that sees everything and HIS never-fading façade of a kid’s body and somehow ways, but probably is all is schemes and deals for HIS very own entertainment.

HE giggles in pleasure, currently alone within HIS castle and HIS throne room. As the mistress and witch of time are holding her current game. And where does it you ask? Shh… no one should know, as that very world is still a secret to be kept.

“Well, well, well.”

HE exhilaratingly chanted, all the while HE is clapping HIS hands and loving the scene that HE is currently watching. A time, a paradox, a moment