BLOOD+DANIELA GOMEZ      The perfect doll. The counterpart and the puppet created as the perfect image and the alternate 'she' of the original Princess of Time and Space Dimension, Ai. The Vice-President of the popular paranormal club in the Royal Knights Academy, the Blood +. She is the only maiden of the family of Gomez after a thousand generation bloodline who bares the heavens blessing and the hell’s curse as an in-line family of Shaman, who protects the sacred temple of Deaths famously known as the Death Temple. She possesses the ability of a summoner can summon and call any mythical being from the other realm to be her vessel knight and the most powerful Shaman born after the last curse 1000 years ago. Her life revolves around a series of chances, greed, betrayal, and the people who want her safe and dead. She holds on to her possession and commands the most powerful relic that can bring an end and sta

“YOU ARE A WITCH!” “YOU ARE A CHILD OF A DEVIL!” “GO TO HELL!” “LEAVE US ALONE!” “CURSED ONE.” ‘Cursed one’. That is the name they gave her, the mark of their accusations as they claim that she is the daughter of the Devil himself. An omen, the Daughter of Darkness, and everything that comes with their hate, fear, and warry towards her where they associate with, as they brand her since she was three. Because unlike them, unlike ours, she is peculiar. Different from the rest and unlike any other kids. Her red eyes that resemble thick blood, her dark hair comparable

    (THE BLOOD IN THAT WINTER)      “NO matter what, do not trust anyone,”     “DANIELA.”       Hearing a gentle whisper from someone calling in a far distance as the voice echo from deep within the tunnel-like place surrounded by darkness, a gentle but cold breeze blew as light is now visible in a distance.       “Tick tock, tick tock.”    &nbs

    (THE NECROMANCER)    “SAY, you would do everything for your older brother, right?”    Humming the death tone as he crushes the chalks into specks of dust on the cold floor. His eyes deepen as he stares closely at his work, alone and ragged as he spends in isolation and hidden in the mansion's underground basement as no one knew and no one even notices.     “I’m almost there.”     He whispers somehow in an insane tone, yet definitely in a clear state as everything from those ten years ago was all just yesterday's event inside his mind.     “This should do it, right?” he sinisterly smiles.     Placing the right and perfect ingredients inside each bottle with the books of his long research are scattered around in a pile,

(THE UNKNOWN COMMANDMENTS)    “WAKE UP.”      To the icy whisper of her voice as she breathes a life unto a lifeless doll where the image resembles hers. The puppet by which is the puppeteer had finally been complete.     Opening her eyes reflecting the perfection of her being the doll, a puppet, and a soulless creation. In her glassy grey-green eyes, the artificial soul was created from a part of her creator and master. The doll formed to be a perfect vessel, and the job as the puppet’s puppeteer will continue the flow of time and the plans of the responsible beings who took their turns playing their strategy in the game of chess they are unknowingly playing.     “Here to serve my master.”      Bowing as her emotionless face reflects the perfection of her creator. The doll that she is,