(OPHIUCHUS)
ALL WITH PERFECTION AND GOLD A VOICE ECHOES.
“Choices, it’s the freedom I grant to them as love is the reason they exist, as do you, Ophiuchus.”
Closing His eyes as memory is knocking the reminding words, yet rather a longing and painful miss from the ONE and the only, He wanted to be in the beginning world. He slowly opens His eyes as he closely watches over his worlds and creation. To the books that lie the seven sins, the gates He needed to find to free the originals, the tools that He manipulated to have His very way, and the play He wrote as the perfect stage act to fulfill His only desire. He is counting the passing time where into His very realm is only an illusion and where it does not exist as He i
(DARK TONE) SINISTER, DARK AND CUNNING. “The pleasure is all mine, God Ophiuchus.” With her delight and mark of a smile, she bao in courtesy as God wittingly accepts her address and respect, with the words to offer. “Now, now, now. At which every wish should I grant this time?” Taunting the sin that both of them are prepared and are head first and everything to take with and within. She draws a cunning smile as she plays along knowing that He knew, yet is taking the game into a dragging distance she is expecting to. With fate and too cliché to call it destiny, she replies. “Everything that I am not.” On-point and with the deliverance of nothing and even remorse
(CLOUDED) “ALICE IN WONDERLAND?” She asks, yet is not. Within and from the hidden darkness, worst and beyond the shadow that she kept in secret after achieving the wish, she exchanged with everything that she has. She is now walking freely and in bliss, unto the land and very life of her twin’s destiny. The twin to whom no one remembers, no one recognizes, not even the most powerful Shrine Maiden. The past that she changes and plays as the author. Within the will of her heart, and manipulates everything from the grasp of her hand. The God that is at her side is more powerful than the ability of guardianship and being a seer, the Maiden is gifted with. Now, unto her new written life and a very clouded heart full of desire and wa
(DARK DEAL) “EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE, OR SHOULD I SAY?” Eerie and whispering, she draws a sinister smile with the tone and the heart of a victorious villain, where her prey and very protagonist o the story is caught within the spine and slick of her web and hands. To the crimson, yet marmalade color sunset and just beyond the hills where she stands observing and looking. She finds the fault, a root, and a key she could use, no, she will definitely use it to gain the favor and the heart of the one she wanted the most. “So, is this is where you are, Shrine Maiden.” She speaks in the gloom, a vicious and cunning way was out from the rest, and definitely above the ones who seek the Maiden’s whereabouts about suddenly disappearing at the early morning of her birth celebration and the City’s
(WHITE RABBIT) ONE, TWO, THREE AS THE RHYME BEATS INTO ITS TONE THAT CREATED THE VERY DREAD OF A SYMPHONY AND STARTED THE MELODY. FOUR, FIVE, SIX, IT STARTED TO HUM WITH THE IMPENDING WORDS THAT TOOK THE DREAD AND COLD FROM THE INSIDE. SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, THE TWO OF THEM FIND THE PERFECT SPOT. IN A CORNER, YET NOT IN A DISTINCT TONAL PLAYGROUND, HE ACCEPTED THE INVITATION AS SHE GAVE THE CARD IN RETURN. THEN FINALLY, TEN AS THEY FINALLY MEET. “Well, well, well, nice to meet you, Arthur.” Calling upon taunting as her smile is fixed into a sinister one. She steps out of the gate of a void to call, where she made it, and when she arrives a moment for a second
(AIRY-FAIRY HEART) “I SURELY AM.” HE replied as HE draws a sinister smile and a bright satisfied eye, where the both of them are intently watching, recording, and manipulating everything within the book that’s howling to its near-death of dread. To the pieces of the puzzle that slowly emerging, now exchanging and falling unto its designated places and very corner. The grand puzzle is about to picture its perfection as the bells will finally ring the death tone rather than the heaven’s blessing this very world is not in line with. Now with the coldness and the eeriness, a few enjoy and the rest suffers about, HE whispers. “Now, now, now. Of which play should
(ASSASSIN) “WHAT HAS VIOLENCE EVER ACCOMPLISHED? NOTHING, BUT ASSASSINATION IS A FREEWAY.” That was the very first lesson that Clay learned from the family, the noble, and his very royal blood where he is born with. As out of the twelve kingdoms, the country by which they govern and rule with the ability to play an instrument and blessed by the God Aries in that very sense. It was all but a mere façade, a mask, and an outside shell they stand in front of the world as they all, but an assassin. Down from the blood of the silent killers, paid in the shadows and in the dark to kill. They know no remorse as they should not feel anything and not even a beating one. Loyal to their creed as they live to kill and protect their brethren as of their very kingdom. They thirst for blood, as they only compensate it wi
(RED SKY) BURNalive by lighting a candle that suddenly engulfs a person upon contact and fast. A poison that is quietly sent upon and down to the mouth of the sleeping victim. A drink poison without anyone’s knowledge as it killed everyone dining. Worst and silently, a poison gas spread through the air and killed everyone in seconds. The assassins are on the move, seven to be exact as the ones elite to the creed are sent to finish the job within an hour. “Please.” As a pleading echo, yet no one heard as no one is alive to tell the brutal massacre. To the room and the Royal concubine whose protecting her only daughter by her arms. Seven and complete of the elite assassins come and greet them with knives in their hand
(DARK MOON) “COMMANDMENTS.” She whispers in a cold, eerie, yet taunting tone of her voice. Waving her fan back and forth in a calculated and graceful manner, she sits on her favorite chair where at first glance you may think that she is keeping herself warm in front of the fireplace. Yet, if you will look carefully and know her, the fire that was burning in the fireplace is not meant to keep anyone warm, but curse them by its hell’s bluish-white hue. To the place, yet rather a void she commands and where dreams are made and nightmare follows. Her very words and voice are the very rule and law anyone has the chance to choose from the options she will lay off. She draws a cunning smile as the ticking clock echoes from a far distance from her. "The commandments.” &n