(APOTHECARY)
“WELL THEN, I’D LOVE TO MEET THAT CHIMERA.”
Brewing the good stuff as she prepares every ingredient and carefully plans and execute the right formula to cure the sick, poison the devil, and curse the ones who inflicted such pain and cruelty. Her smile now becomes big, as she can now genuinely does, after all, she had been enlightened, as her memories are finally brought back unto her mind and her very existence and survival now finally had significance.
“Apothecary.”
She whispers, naming herself in that old name, in that old ways, but the most mysterious, somehow cunning and brewing a stance of darkness, yet after all that and at the very end of the road, she surely is the angel without wings.
Once more and with another snap
(THE ALCHEMIST TOWER) TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK! The clock once more says, echoing and engulfing the entire hallow and dark space where the concept is ironic as it may seem for avoiding runs in endless space and sound is too impossible to bounce its vibration back to create such loud melody unlike what is the void is claiming towards her through the ticking sound of the clock. TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK! TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK! It still echoes, and soon enough more can be heard as she is somewhat surrounded by clocks that are taunting and warning her of something greater than any dread that it is used to be and all that it is. She found herself in the same void, yet beyond the door that welcomes her inside. With nothingness around, but the sound of the ticking clocks. The book fl
(ARCANE PHILOSOPHER) “CAN YOU DO IT? WILL YOU DO IT? JK?” Hearing her voice which brings the darkness and dread that her life and very sin as her core brings her into the future where she is hearing right now, but she is witnessing in a blur. JK by which voice she recognizes and very much known smirks, giggles, and with insult says. “I took the deal, I am playing this game, as I am swimming in the exact darkness where you pulled me into and where you are even deeper by now. Everything for him, in this darkness and this life, I’ll gladly take and make everything for the sake of the sins.” Peculiar, somewhat vague, deep, but hits the point. Her attention is shifted to the box that she gives him. A box that is a perfect image, clear and bright unto her vision, where the markings
(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