(THAT BEGINNING)
“NOW, LET’S BEGIN.”
With HIS sly smile and a snap of HIS finger, HE immediately leads her to the information he wanted her to have and see, along with the future and the final loop of seven where the book of Dylan must be open and created.
“For that person.”
Shifting immediately in space, yet they are both existing only by the thin barrier that separates the current reality of the time they jump to see with and along with their existence in their time. Daniela is taken in surprise and holding her worry and gladness as she sees, her.
“Alliah.”
With the girl, she treasures as her very best friend and the once weak little girl she saves and took care of under her wings. She is now in the
(REALITY) “I CAN KILL YOU RIGHT, DANIELA?” Hit with those words and the reality that Alliah despises her so much because of Lelouch. Daniela crumples her hands into a fist as she is struggling to control the burst out of her heavy emotion and what’s poking her with disappointment and pain deep inside. For she knows that she is stupid for not noticing Alliah’s feelings, as she rather views everything as whimsical and free like she imagines everything would be. “You see Daniela, in this world where everything must be balanced in between light and dark, good and bad, and white and black. You cannot please everyone as every person had their freedom of choice.” Noticing it as HE is fully aware of everything from the very beginning, and no one could ever hide anything fro
(LIGHT AND DARK) “Aren’t I, perfect?” Opening her thought with that question, she smiles sinisterly as the wave and chill of the dread eerie atmosphere engulf the entire place and where she then asks once more. “Just how wonderful could a light be tainted by the dark?” She wonders, making her think twice and even thrice, for the things that she’d done and for the love that she owns. Is satisfying every bit of her desire should be her top priority? Just like how people tend to their desire despite the sin that it might bring them. Just how different
(CURSE POEM) “I’LL COUNT UNTIL THREE, AS I DARE YOU TO READ A LOUD A POEM CURSE BY TIME AND TOOK COUNTLESS LIVES. NOW, NOW, NOW, WOULD YOU DARE AND LOOK INTO THE POEM OF TOMIKO’S HELL?” Giggling in a hellish way as what she usually does and fun of to do. She dances gracefully at the ominous and dark room as she wonders and hum the eerie tone with her mind that pin and sinks to the poem she made and curse to the very core. “Well, well, well, who among you readers wanted to read my hell of a curse poem?” Teasing a daring, she continues to hum the devil’s lullaby as she whispers the words of the poem.TOMIKO’S HELLRound and round our life spins and aboutTwist and turn you can hear a silent screamUp and down what a lovely dream
(HER CHILD’S PLAY) “LOVE YOU BOTH, MOMMY, DADDY.” She giggles, embracing the fresh scent of their blood dripping from their head to the floor as their body shivers in great pain, raining through like a fondue. No, a blood fountain, where only a unique little girl like her love. “It’s beautiful.” Admiring the view, she glances at the sharp knife she holds that’s dripping with blood down to her hands as she smiles seeing her reflection on the blade of the knife. Just then, reflected and at the back of her is a pair of eyes which took her by surprise as back an inch away, yet knowing who it was she faces it with a welcoming smile. To the shadow that instructed her for her long-awaited wish to be fulfilled, she obliges. Dropping the knife on the floor as it thuds against the
(CONSEQUENCES) “I’VE TOLD YOU,” Hit by that direct warning and the consequence no one of them can run away from or afford to do by the least. His ominous smile tells them otherwise, for behind that somehow teasing image, is a howling dread that is they ever cross the boundary and the line he ought them to take seriously and back. Death is not even enough as compensation. “In this world and out from the others, I am the playwright and lead.” Showing them a shadow of a pen and a book by which out from smoke He created forms the words and the title of ‘DEATH REINCARNATE.” He giggles amused by that fact as he claims. “For you see, I am God.” Smiling in a teasing and satisfying way, yet only for Himself and tow
(FATE) “WHAT IF I TELL YOU THAT THERE IS A WAY TO BRING BACK THE DEAD?” Crumpling his hands into a fist as he could not deny his disappointment and anger upon remembering those words from her. By which in that very moment and the stride of the past made him trust her fully and abide by her every wish she ever wanted him to do. JK’s eyes dim into its hue because of his anger, as he went his way back to the façade of life they establish. As of where he just got out from the primary surprise of his life and knowing that he is still alive. “Brother.” Whispering those words, yet in the tone of pure dread and curses, he can only give and pour unto from the betrayal and hurt he is containing inside him right now. Lelouch smiles and the meeting that just
(TIED FATES) “JK Iwould like you to meet Alliah, Alliah this is JK, Lelouch’s younger brother.” Seems like yesterday it all just happened, JK’s eyes dim into its color as he sits on his chair and reads a pile of books that some are scattered open and over the floor, and where a tiny light from a lamp is all there is to give light to his presence. A creepy and Chester-looking smile creeps to his face, together in the second of the moment where he flips the page of the book and marks the distinct pentagram and symbols of the titled words. “Human transmutation.” Giggling in content as he started with the fainting tone and increased until a menacing laugh somehow engulf the silent space and cold room he is currently residing in. A faint memory, yet the h
(LIAR GAME) “LET’S SEE JUST HOW THIS GAME WILL END.” Drawing a sinister smile with a twisted mark upon his eyes. JK fully embraces the predicament that he is into, as being lied by, fool and falls typically to the side where he is nothing but a puppet in general, he conditions himself as he prepares his entire self to deal with the future and reality where no one is safe, even if you are onto the side of God Himself. “But the real question here, is the one I am contracted to is the real God?” Asking that somewhat foolish question, but in reality, is ringing something out from the truth, and in reality, they are all running in circles. Where they are finding out what’s real and not, under the pile of mixed truth and lies. He ended up drawing a smile as he remembers cl