Lahat ng Kabanata ng DEATH REINCARNATE : Kabanata 261 - Kabanata 270

     (THE BLACK PEARL II)       “DRIP, DRIP, I JUST LOVE THE FETID IT ALL BRINGS.”     She suddenly hears.     “Take a peek, look at the tinny hole, and find the culprit.”    It continues.      “Love draws, lovelies, and life is just a mere play into the dark and deep abyss where souls can scream, but never be heard. Sins that are eminent, yet nothing can compare to the dread and scheme they all are and will be.”     She could hear, walking unto the door where she first chooses, beyond the said abyss that the whispering voice is telling her so.      “Tick tock, tick tock, can you hear their agony.”     With the giggling voice that can bring anyone the chill right and down unto their spines. S

     (EXCHANGE DREAD)        MAYBE she shouldn’t have created her path and in between, as she should have stayed put and probably chooses the lesser end of this dark game she is dragged into. For at the moment, wherein her emotions are frozen from the dread and darkness she just had and witnessed, she stands corrected as she is now sweating in fear behind the expressionless face, she has towards the daughter of evil she did not want nor expected to see.      “I’ll take, it, I’ll make them, I shall have everything, and kill you, can I, Daniela?”      Wide eyes and frozen shock to where she is. She is witnessing not the present, the past, but the reality of the words of the books presented here. With the twin that she finally realizes that’s been replaced, yet rather corrupted, stolen identity and even got exchang

     (DREADFUL HATTER)       “KYLE.”     She calls, dropping the name of the prominent who holds the ice and coldness of the God that is his very guardian as he is Its very holder. She steps immediately inside the room with confidence and calmness, knowing that the holder behind the door is someone as gentle as anyone could be and could never hold such dreadful darkness inside, with the tainted darkness of his core that hides the darkest secret of the time flow, and most especially towards the future he holds. It then all comes to the words.      “DIE, DIE, DIE!”     Stun in surprise as she does not expect to see the chaotic scene, with the pure dread, dripping blood, and gory site of the people’s decapitated bodies and forsaken lives under the seemingly human, yet a devil devouring

     (THE DARKNESS IN BETWEEN)       “OH, IS IT TEA TIME?”                 Somehow taunted and slap unconsciously by the familiar tone and voice, from the question and words that follow. Her eyes are torn in between the two realities that the particular fourth stage is making her see, solve and answer with its impending puzzle that somewhat tickling with time, but draws the mix of hope and rage, in between truth and lies, dark and light, and good and bad. Realizing that this game is not the twelve-stage that she is thinking it to be, each line comes across into a much sinister and dreadful nightmare that destined one, owns, holds into the future, and eve secretly has off. She takes three steps forward, as she names the stage that belongs to the circle and whispers.      “Avarice.” 

     (LITTLE MISS DOORMOUSE)       “JEFFREY SALVATORE”     With the name that she whispers and the light of that prominent holder glows, takes its spot, and follows her. She takes the steps in front of the next door, as words suddenly form, written through blood and by a feathered pen as the voice speaks.      “Tickled and prickled, trick and prick. She to whom innocence lies within the boundary of her craft and imagination, the mistress took a pity, yet rather an inevitable choice. Holding the box that hides the truth, the very beginning, and the promise of an end. Would you dare to see the contents of the PANDORA’S BOX?”     Prick by the outmost interest of the name and the infamous box of the old told tale of the first women Pandora, or so does she. The voice asks her and for the first time after