(REASONS AND EXCUSES) “Jeffrey, you need to watch and understand everything and thoroughly. Most especially, why I do not want you to lay your hand to Alliah.” “WILL you do that for me, Gilbert?” Chills run down to Jeffrey’s spine, but unlike any other kind of chill. It wasn’t a result of fear nor near as being uncanny. A certain kind of chill that is provoking, convincing, alluring and utterly sinful. “A trace of the Maiden’s innocence, and a drop of the Prince provocation. She is using a dark mana that resembles Marie’s core.” “Exactly.” Haruna’s approval. Emphasizing that fact and the reasons from deep within from the sudden sheer of mix mana that they felt. That kind of chill that greatly affects Jeffrey. “What are you two talking about? Are you telling that, Alliah that daughter of hell can manipulate anyone’s mana and use it for her own advantage?” “Not exactly but near.” Haruna started to explain. Early a smirk and kind of a broken
(DARK LOVE) “LOVE is sweet and kind, but at times it is cruel and always dark.” Haruna explains and simply about that fact that everyone felt and currently having in different meanings and ways. “Alliah is just a victim of that pure emotion that turns into obsession and lust. She is not like what you are seeing her. She is a broken piece that pain and love was taken advantage off.” She lays the facts. The deeper truth that she saw from Alliah’s past back then. The past that she choses to undo, taking the different road and all for wanting that love that she shouldn’t be coveting. All from that day where everything started. “Lelouch, I want you to meet Alliah.” “Nice to meet you, Alliah.” The destined meeting and the cruel path that follows from then on. The choices that everyone made, are all destined, laid in front of them to choose. Different but the end is still the same. All according to HIS plan and the little teaching and lesson that he wanted
(SACRIFICIAL DEATH) “I apologize I really do, crown princess, Daniela.” Gilbert’s tears fall, all with that blank expression to his face. A fate and darkness that chooses him to be int this filth that he is drawn and provoke to take. The kind of deal that Daniela knew and very well about. “You do not need to apologize nor cry over the pain and betrayal Gilbert. For everything must fall to where they should be, and that fact includes you and this very day.” Tears are falling and Daniela’s heart is breaking. Scene that is crushing and squeezing Haru and Haruna in pain. All the while seeing the reflection and the shard soul of their parents. “Everything is done now. Everything now falls to where it all should be.” Daniela falls to her knees, taking Lelouch corpse to her arms and giving him that last kiss. With the pentagram of time, space and dimension that draws and immediately to where they are holding on. The ticking clock snaps, when Daniela looks up an
(UNCONCIOUS) “PERHAPS you didn’t know? Perhaps you didn’t see? What does pain really meant for me?” Marie asks to herself, where she is like floating in a clear and white abyss. Where the floor is somewhat made with water. Forming a ripple from time to time in an exact interval of seven seconds. “So peaceful, so quite.” She whispers, closing her eyes for a few seconds and embracing the calm and warm atmosphere of the clear abyss where she currently is. “Pain.” She utters, now looking at her hands and crouching down, while looking at her reflection into the clear waters. “Pretty.” She compliments herself and smiles purely. Touching her face and admiring her jet-black hair and her pair of black eyes. Different way different from her--- “Sister. Sister?” Her memories are ringing, like a flash of light, but gradually from time to time. Now calling out for the person that is making her cry and leaving her with the pain of longing that she doesn’t wa
(FOOLED SPRING) “BEATING fast and the smell of early blooming spring that is relaxing and refreshing.” “Are that upset to say such words? But isn’t everything that s currently happening all according to your plan?” HE smiles, no, and grins in a sinister way while looking at the Mistress of time sitting comfortably beside him with her little throne chair that he allows for her to have and use. All the while both of them are watching and as always, having the entertainment that HE is craving. That little amusement from the pieces of chess that HE is playing against Him. “I am not complaining or anything. But I somewhat hated that the process is getting dull and slow with each passing moment.” “Then do you want me to liven things up and make things go faster than it is?” “No.” HE protests, no, he commanded. Firmly and all in control. A bit disappointed in some ways, but with his games and the flow of the book that HE wrote HIMSELF is going according t
(UNCANNY SUMMER) “ALLIAH.” Chie whispers. Now thinking about the past and the moment that everything is broken and set by HIM to have the final pieces rolling for the perfect destruction that is needed for the current book and world that they are keeping track with. “Poor soul who only existed to be the key for the said destruction.” “But isn’t that makes her fun and interesting?” Kyle responded, giggling at the thought of Alliah and the past where he inflicts pain and breaks her soul into pieces until she snaps. Creating that perfect darkness that is fit for the crown of the daughter of hell. “I believe that you are currently reminiscing about the time when you made her suffer with the dark past and future that she chooses and not, right, Kyle?” “I wouldn’t deny it. Besides, it is amusing to think back to that time. The last sixth loop where everything is set to the existence of this current loop and the last of the seventh. The sixth loop and he
(OMINOUS AUTUMN) “BEATRICE.” “What the?” Daniela jolts up, wide awake, upon suddenly hearing a faint whisper Calling for a certain name, no, somewhat giving someone a name. An ominous tone and trickling darkness made her entire body shivers awake. “Beatrice.” She whispers the name. Hearing and feeling something from deep within it. From that uncanny darkness of the identity of that person that is knocking some importance to her life. “Tsk!” She clicks her tongue, holding her head and clenching her right hand tight from the sudden pain that hits her. Then she looks in front of her, towards the ticking clock with its hands at the exact time of the witching hour. “What is this, a de ja vou?” From a glimpse of the past, yet probably not. She giggles upon remembering and feeling the same story that is about to unfold. Deciding to see if this is a nightmare under a certain time loop. She gets out of bed, walks towards the door, and holds the
(INTO THE COLD WINTER) THE thunder claps after the lightning strikes. Daniela is thrown from afar by the wave of lightning that rushes towards her in a split second fast before she could even set a pentagram to protect herself. “Tsk! Lightning.” She whispers in wonder, easing the pain that she receives from the attack and panting for air and deep from the cuts and some deep wounds that she got. “A different pentagram.” The warry that she put up with her guard at full. Noticed the pentagram that is different from the rest and the type that she had never seen before, but now. “What’s going on.” The first that she asks for such a thing. Somewhat shove into the edge and corner with the things that were clear then, but quickly turns into something else that she now couldn’t understand. But looking at the dancing lightning in a pattern, with the glow of the marks from the pentagram is both making her put her guard up even more and at the same time is kn