CHAPTER CCCLXXIII

(THE SHADOW’S SCHEME)

“NOW, NOW, NOW. Let’s all dwell unto His play, shall we?”

Closing the perfect scene with those words, they all smile in both assurance and in a sinister way as HE snaps HIS finger and the door closes, along with the dread in between. Shifting towards the current known time and the play that is at stake, the cat smiles, with the mad hatter whose shadow only reflected the pipe hat he wears.

“HAVING FUN, AREN’T YOU, RAMIEL?”

Quite amusing, yet more likely piss by the Cheshire Cat that’s been prying unto him for quite a while now, and all after the empire’s mourning for the death of the crown prince. He sips his wine as he draws a mischievous grin unto his face, confirming with the yes to that question.

“What now?’

Intrigue, but more likely putting his nosy nose into his own monkey business, he giggles for a minute as he gladly answers back with the satisfied tone of his following words.

“Well, what else do you think that I will