Semua Bab DEATH REINCARNATE : Bab 61 - Bab 70

       (POISON IVY)     “REMEMBER THAT ONE DROP IS ENOUGH, TWO IS LASTING, THREE IS FOREVER AND THE EXCEEDING IS DEATH. I AM CLEAR WITH THAT, AM I, GENNIEVIER?”     Soft and hunting. Those are the words that she depicts unto the voice and very word that Christopher threatens and more than warning towards her and about. She gasps as she unlikely whispers.      “Such a pain.”     Somehow cursing, yet probably taunting a hidden secret and desire she kept deep inside her life and heart. She steps out of the void that is a gateway to travel from space and time. Walki

     (THE WHITE HARE)     A step as each counting one is signed with calmness but forcedly emphasize. Beyond the ominous dread and warning death that is coming into a slow, yet the impending end. Dwelling now unto the spiral staircase that is bound with illusion spell and maze-like room. An uninvited person, an intruder, and a definite enemy will be lost, will be hypnotized to take one’s life, and even end up insane. Yet, for the being and the totality that is her and with the blood the exactly resembles the one this very room is hiding and guarding upon. She draws a smile as she steps foot at the end of the hall and where the sleeping God is protecting and guarding the holder it deems caring.      “I’m here.” Whispering the words that were once sweet and originally a sign of respect and glee towards a family member who came and arrive after a long day of work,

           (MY MAD HATTER)           “ALICE IN WONDERLAND.”           She calls, yet in a whisper as her interest is taken and drawn towards the book that the young master and holder of Capricorn is reading. Standing a few steps away from him, as he rested his back unto the Sakura tree and where the both of them is unto its shade with the wind that gently blowing its petals towards them. She unknowingly found herself in the garden where her mind that for a moment is under some cloud and finally crossing into the presence of the hunter and the very knight of the Maiden.            “Have you read this book?”           Kyle deliberately asks her as she startles and almost falls unto her stand, with the words of both agreements a

     (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

     (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