(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
(WATER AND AIR) “WATER AND AIR.” The words that he whispers. Naming the last two of the only prominent elements that everyone knew that’s existing in the world that they are living with. With the minor arcana taking their spot according to the said elements. He then looks at the remaining elements with the cards in two as he lays the facts. “Cups, chalices, goblets, and vessels.” Along with the following minor arcana and the cards in the lineup and facing in front of him. He continues. “A class of Clergy, that denotes the symbolism and meaning of love and emotions.” Giggling after reading the said meaning of the cards. The perfect names are right from his mind, then the words are written right in front of him that call and describe the chess pieces. The profile, no, the character and descriptions of the prominent ones that holds the main arcs and represents by the tarot cards along with either of the blessing or the curse in their lives. “DANIELA GOMEZ.” The first name and th
(WHAT SHALL REMAIN?) “FIRE, EARTH, WATER, AND AIR.” He once more whispers, but this time it is the whole prominent elements that everyone knew, but not in deep. The elemental class that each of the group of the minor arcana of the Tarot deck belongs into. Surrounded by its class and the meaning that no one could ever deny the ominous, yet helpful warning that anyone can take to make everything fall to the way where it should be. “Elements. The four known and famous elements that is known by mortals. The four elements that makes everything round and true to this seemingly dead world where nothing else that matters, but lying.” He draws his signature cunning smile once more. Looking amusedly and exhilaratingly towards the deck in front of him. With the words and the chess pieces that he pins and draws from within the future book, they will open. He giggles, then laughs ominously, loving and all too much with this kind of thrill as he then whispers. “Well then, how about the rest?”
(HIS REVERSE IDENTITY) JUST how hard to achieve something if everything is already running into the side of darkness? Like there is nowhere else to run, but to face your biggest fear? “Thrilling.” He giggles, feeling the pure dread of everything that is spinning before his eyes. “The reverse world, the tarots, and the life that awaits us in the last loop and spin of seventh.” Repeating those facts that somewhat slowly consumed his sanity from deep within. Like he is more than just playing within the known seven sins and from deep within is blaming everything unto his weakness for finding the truth and be amused by that truth that’s making him shiver in excitement. He asks. “How about me?” More than just asking about himself, he is deliberately laying the dread that becomes the taunting facts from deep within. The pen with the spell heard his command, and it started to write the words that tell. JOHN KARLO