Semua Bab DEATH REINCARNATE : Bab 211 - Bab 220

     (REEP OF DEATH)      “WHAT CAN YOU SAY?”      Snapping Alliah out from the story of his life where he let her witness and much more like she’s been there and with him all along. The past that rings the darkest tone, yet the symbolism of his life right now is nothing more, but a dark play written by Him, is what Alliah is driving in the middle of sympathy, hate, and pity for him. Just then her tears fall and the words whisper.        “Tragic.”      Laughing out loud and to his heart very desire, upon hearing that fainting world where he could not identify as a serious tone, or worst and perhaps a teasing one and much like a joke. Alliah immediately wipes her tears away as she realizes how pathetic she is, just by witnessing a tragic tale that no one should be sympathizing from, most especially if that past is just

CHAPTER CCIX (QUESTIONS) WITH the waltz music that’s making everyone dance gracefully and incoordination, and creating one spectacular show. The hidden melody beyond the warmth, sophistication, and perfection of the royals is hiding the tone of an eerie bell that resembles the death march, yet not of some people, nor for a prominent figure and a person, most especially not to the pure and royal blood, but for someone whose identity lies within the throne of hell. “Pain, fate and time. Three words that are repeating and circling for a while. Three words that are the core of everyone’s fate and life. With these seemingly innocent words and their simple concept, can someone say that it is alright to gain something without losing a thing in return?” The first question. The familiar scene that flashes and whispers, yet worse than it was at first, and now resembles perfectly the creature that’s sitting on that throne. She held her breath in as she tightly grabs onto her dress, with the

     (THE BOOK)      “IF ONLY I CAN HAVE THAT WISH.”       Slap with the reality, as those words not just stabs Emie unto her heart, but greatly blames herself for being a useless one, where she could not comfort the only person that means the whole world for her. She feels like her heart is being squeezed with the pain and heartache that everything of this is bringing unto her. If only she could have everything of the pain and regret from Kyle’s heart, then she will be satisfied.       Yet.       “Tsk!” she clicks her tongue in dismay, as she immediately hides her disappointment towards herself and eases the pain and tears that are about to fall from her eyes.       Tighten her grip on the handles as she watches the vast ocean with pain and uselessness towards herself. She closes her eyes as she smile

(MONSTER) “WHO ARE YOU?” The question that suddenly blurted out from Emie’s mouth. Drawing the shock and the disbelief that is plastered all over her face. For she is now seeing that the young lord and future marquise of the house of Dionne. Her best friend and master Kyle, suddenly recovered and becomes healthy, like he never went to a difficult time and suffering because of his sickness. “What did you do?” A bit stuttering because of fear and the anxiety for the current situation that she is facing right now. She remembers what she saw that night, the wish that was granted in that instant, and the person who looks like him, but not. Made her think, ask and even doubt the person in front of her, with the same face is not him, anymore. “Just what are you talking about, Emie?” Kyle asks with a smile, and so with the same face that Emie knew, yet her gut feel is telling her it is not him anymore. Yet that smile, the same old cheery smile ‘Kyle’ used to in front of her and from th

     (HER DEAL)      “WELL, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR EVERYTHING FROM THE VERY BEGINNING?”      Takes a deep breath in as she braces herself and tightens the hold unto her dress. Emie looks at the both of them with conviction and proud stance, screaming in silence that she is more than ready to hear what’s coming and in between her known life and the world she walks into in total. Wherein she asks in slight shivering words, the demanding like words.     “How about starting from who are you?”     Amused and end up giggling, Chie is fascinated by her in that instant. Knowing then and there that she did make the right choice to hold her as their piece. A pun for now, but will eventually become something more, like a bishop, or perhaps a rook.      “Well then.”