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(A BIT OF THE EERIE WORDS) “PAULEEN.” An eerie tone and voice echoes in the space and dimension that only exist if one of ‘them’ allows the other to enter. “Poor girl, or is she?” The question that echoes in the throne room where the lights casted the shadows from each corner. And the ambiance of the entire place is screaming the darkness and light where everything started. “Can I ask you one question?” A wish, yet rather a demand that she wanted to know. With a smile from the ‘being’ whose eyes are fix towards the mirror that shows everything of what HIS puppets are currently doing. HE giggles, and whispers. “What do you want to know now, Chie?” HE drops her name. The Mistress of time. The current ruler of space and dimension that HE created, along with the other who created everything out from the original that HE made. “Well, I am just wondering.” Chie teases and a bit.

(THE REAL ONE) “SUCH A SIGHT.” Farah whispers, while looking at her target, one of the four direction, but only the dark side of the two and twins that she is truly seeking. “Should I interrupt her little world right now?” She asks herself, while looking outside the building where Pauleen just enters and currently been dwelling with the past that is a bit twisted than what the real events from the past really happened. “Well then, I guess I just have to wait.” She then decided. All while Pauleen’s eerie smile is still drawn and into the past that she truly believes. Where it goes. “THE MINOR ARCANA’S. Pauleen in the eyes of the younger twin Gennivier whispers. While looking and intently to the deck of cards that she will never be able to use, nor to hold. But then, a whispering voice from deep within her is telling her to do the exact opposite of what she shouldn’t do. ‘Take it. You can have it. Just a touch and everything will begin.’

(WHISPERS WILLOWS) AN old willow blows an eerie wind. Somewhat delivering a whispering message of taunting and dread that everyone should take heed upon. But then, the words, the whispers and the letter that it brings, somewhat doesn’t belong in the current world and not even from the previous loops of Death Reincarnate. “Well, shall we meet our master and God?” Farah giggles in a devilish way. Then draws a sinister smile while somewhat asking for a permission not towards the still sealed holder right in front of her, but to the target that she should be dragging to their meeting point. “Then I shall see you very soon, Pauleen.” She bids a temporary farewell, for she had no right to wake the sleeping beauty nor disrupt the flow of time that HE had written. She then draws a pentagram of escape that only the offspring of the two destined souls can only have. She immediately found herself in a fair distance to her real target who in her little spoiled world.

(THE NATURE OF EVIL) “YOU came, you are finally here. Is it time already? Haruna, or should I address you as Farah?” Pauleen addresses her companion, her enemy, both and not. For she is neither in one side, but a piece that is created and only existing because she is needed to be one of the trump cards. “You damn dame.” Farah replies, calling her by her known nickname which is a dark one. The title that only the four of them knew, and by which Pauleen is all hype and embracing it to her identity and only hers alone. “It’s nice to see you again Farah.” She giggles, which Farah on the other hand is not even amuse by her for even a little. Especially with her sins and love for blood that Farah could not even blame her. “Not the same in my stance.” Farah bluntly said. Looking at the two mortals that Pauleen is about to kill out of her thirst and amusement for blood, with the revenge that she n

(THE CHOSEN PIECE) “I need a spice.” They four heard their Master and Supreme one loud and clear. While they are still on their knees bowing in respect towards their Master that is thinking about the experiment that is both good and bad. “Just like what I expect.” HE giggles, amuse with the four of them for having the deep knowledge about the nature f balance for the things. Especially when it comes to their Yin and Yang. “Not one of you.” Holding their firm stand not to protest, nor to dismay and most especially not to turn down the command of their Supreme one. But they are just being careful, utterly protecting themselves. For what HE wants is something that is simple to make, yet holds the biggest consequence when everything will fall into haywire. Still in silence and on their knees, as no one of them four dares to even look at HIM. HE smiles in a cunning way, giggle for a second after, and whispers. “Very well, I shall choose one myself.