(THE CORNER INTO FABLES)
“CURSES, PLAY, DREAD, SINS, LIES, AND THE TRUTH. HAVE YOU FOUND YOURSELF TORN IN THE FOLLOWING?”
Smiling as she is completely calm and holding the answer to the inevitable tale of like a fable, but marks the world of Wonderland by Lewis Carol. The voice is satisfied with that only smile that marks unto her face, as it giggles for a while amused by her and every corner of this game, as the riddle points with the words that go like this.
“The same with the heart that comes from the shard pieces of the original. Split in half for the whole just sacrifice something in between. Both hold the sands of time, but the other is the reverse form. Two souls that are living a separate life and soon will become the source of the vessel's sins embodiment. They that acted differently, living the opposite l
(SILVER LINE) “DO YOU WANT TO TAKE THAT SELFISH DEAL WITH ME?” Witnessing another deal, another dread, and another soul that is being pulled into the depth of darkness where everything is a blood-curdling play of the Supremes games of chess. She watches as the hand of the destined one reaches out and speaks the word that seals and ended everything. “Deal.” With the mark of his sinister smile, the answer to her desire, and the deal that revolves everything into the point of her core sin. The holder is drifted by time, lost in the moment, and found herself in another dimension that she should not be. Her ability is not the one she originally holds. The gate that she opens is a façade and a trap after all, as her entire known life is not what it should be.
(LOST DREAD) “NOW, SHALL WE TAKE THIS FROM THE BEGINNING?” The script of the play is getting deeper, darker, and more sinister where anyone might call or tell by the glance. The lost holder finally sealed the last deal, the end of the bargain, where she is now unknowingly unto the grasp back to the world where she should be. But this time the spin of her world is still unto the lies that are being fed to her by then but is the only way to break that thing in half and pushes everything unto the right corner and exact spot of the grand puzzle piece that every one of them is unknowingly building about. Yet, for all else that matters the only thing that is as important and crosses the word perfection is the destruction of this world. “Am I right?” A question is raised, rather than answering the thoughts that were presented right in front of her, she watches intently when the scene ended at that moment and everything turns black and blank into the void where she originally started
(CALLING DEATH) “FASCINATING.” Her voice echoes unto the room, with the intricate design, symbols, and stones that she is sitting unto. It is comparable to a royal throne, only that it is just a replica, the downgraded version from the original and the only one that truly owns the palace she’s staying in right now, inside the void that HE owns. “Just how could this scene could ever take place?” Amuse and giggling as her smile draws into a perfect image of excitement and quite a brush of lust. She rested her head sideways unto her right palm as she is having her time watching the perfect mystery that is getting unfolded in front of her, and towards the mirror of the character that should not be in that particular world, who isn’t invited but is pushed into. Knowing and ho
(THAT HOWLING CURSE) “HAVE YOU HEARD THE RUMOR?” Envelop with mystery as it tingles with thrill, and spikes with curiosity. She draws a sinister smile as she just steps right into the dimension differently, yet runs along with the similar fate and wants as of the world she’s living in right now and from the original and past where she originally comes from. She giggles and whispers, “Well then, just how would this little fairytale go?” Challenging, yet more like accepting she tightens her grip on the book within his embrace as her eyes draw the lust and incomparable excitement unlike ever before. “Shall I? Should I? Can I? Would you? Just how horrific and gore does this tale could be?” With her laugh
(THE DARK QUEST) “ALLIAH.” The name that does represents the equivalent greatness from the prominent ones, but only stands towards the dark side and the opposite of heaven and good. She smiles as she is loving the thrill that this game is going, even though she is dragged into a different dimension, different stage, and like a detour unto the other world much more interesting than this one, HE calls. “The Call of Death.” Receiving a book that falls from nothingness above or even out of nowhere. She carefully looks at it with its neatness, sophistication, and art, reading the title and quickly scanning it in between that only made her fall into the deeper intriguing mystery where she notices. “Taken by the same time and created by the same Supreme one, just
(TRASHED HOPE) “FASCINATING.” The word she utters under her breath and almost a whisper, as she sits cross leg and comfortably unto the nothingness and stares intently unto the scene as the play goes. “Misha, run!” With the peculiar being into the world she is now dwelling, yet a common demon from her original world. The powerful fox, mythical and perfect with his nine-tailed and gleaming silver color and blue hue of flame, tells her more than the scene could ever be. “A familiar, a father and a husband. Such tragedy.” She reads the entire first half of the story that runs unto the protagonist's background, and towards the prominent being that holds the highest pedestal with its ability to shape
(THE FIRST SIN) “WELL THEN, SHALL I DEVOUR YOU NOW?” Wide eyes and is completely tormented by the scene and information that she could not catch and is trying hard to make sense of and understand everything but fails miserably. Worst, that she is now in front of the beautiful woman who just claims to eat her and whole with the hell’s worth she does not know why. She slowly opens her mouth, like the queen she sees and thinks of her whispers in a confident, and somehow a reassuring tone, but in deep and in reality, is nothing, but a warning and a knocking of death, that goes with the words. “Do not worry, it’s not that agonizing, nor painful, as I promise you that it will be easy, fast, and painless as possible.” Falling to her knees as she could feel that her end is
(MIDDLE SIN) “DEAL.” Fed up with the words and the same ending circle that gives and marks another unfortunate dread that is only the start of the horrors and the bloody consequences along the way. She watches the last scene in dismay, as her face could not even draw a small smile where it all screams and tells is, “A tragedy, yet it all must be as it should be where nothing else should matter but the play that is being written at hand and from the very beginning, right? Haruna?” Somewhat turning her mood into three hundred and sixty degrees, where her face draws the nothingness and blank expression that she usually has, always had and up until recently and along the stages of the game that she is playing inside. She picks the book as she scans the first few chapter