(THE HATTER’S HAT)
“ALLIAH?”
Finally hearing the name of the mistress of hell, His very own daughter, and the only being He ever created.
“Now, now, now. I finally understand.”
Somehow imitating the tone and words of the supreme, yet she just unconsciously did so. She now finally path everything within the fear and dread that lies within the second stage and unto the core of Gemini, as she looks intently at the scene and the sinister smile that forms unto his face, yet not him from the very within. The scene shifted, fast and immediately, as the voice of the other twin calls out and gives way, saying the words.
“I’ll save you and end this dark game, Gilbert.”
The scene forms into a static and som
(DREADFUL HATTER) “KYLE.” She calls, dropping the name of the prominent who holds the ice and coldness of the God that is his very guardian as he is Its very holder. She steps immediately inside the room with confidence and calmness, knowing that the holder behind the door is someone as gentle as anyone could be and could never hold such dreadful darkness inside, with the tainted darkness of his core that hides the darkest secret of the time flow, and most especially towards the future he holds. It then all comes to the words. “DIE, DIE, DIE!” Stun in surprise as she does not expect to see the chaotic scene, with the pure dread, dripping blood, and gory site of the people’s decapitated bodies and forsaken lives under the seemingly human, yet a devil devouring
(MY MAD HATTER) “NOW,now, now. Shall we?” Still stun in place as her tears continue to fall within the corners of her drawn horrified face from the deal and the same tone of the devil’s kiss. She crawls on four as she pulls the book close to her and watches as the image of the holder is drawn in completion, but with the howling tone that he wasn’t him as everyone thought that he is. “Do you want to take that deal with me?” With her sharp gasp as she almost hyperventilates and passes out from the sudden words from the voice that took the most dreaded thing she had ever seen so far, and successfully draws the emotion to her face from deep within. But the same horrors of the past shut her entire emotions deep inside. She slowly looks up while clutching the book
(THE DARKNESS IN BETWEEN) “OH, IS IT TEA TIME?” Somehow taunted and slap unconsciously by the familiar tone and voice, from the question and words that follow. Her eyes are torn in between the two realities that the particular fourth stage is making her see, solve and answer with its impending puzzle that somewhat tickling with time, but draws the mix of hope and rage, in between truth and lies, dark and light, and good and bad. Realizing that this game is not the twelve-stage that she is thinking it to be, each line comes across into a much sinister and dreadful nightmare that destined one, owns, holds into the future, and eve secretly has off. She takes three steps forward, as she names the stage that belongs to the circle and whispers. “Avarice.”
(DARK TEA) “LIFE, REBIRTH, AND REINCARNATION. REMEMBER THAT NO MATTER WHAT WE WILL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU, HANA.” To the tears that fall and created the never-ending ripple unto the lake of sorrow and goodbye. She reaches her small hand towards her beloved mother and father, which bruised faces, bleeding wounds and limping body resembles the chaos and tainted darkness and blood of the world that war is all that it seems and never-ending. “You need to survive, find the shard and equivalent of us from the original. Protect our shared souls and be the guide for the other us to be found by the original. Remember that you are the equivalent of their original offspring, our child and our treasure.” With the blood that stains everything of the known world and kingdom where she
(LITTLE MISS DOORMOUSE) “JEFFREY SALVATORE” With the name that she whispers and the light of that prominent holder glows, takes its spot, and follows her. She takes the steps in front of the next door, as words suddenly form, written through blood and by a feathered pen as the voice speaks. “Tickled and prickled, trick and prick. She to whom innocence lies within the boundary of her craft and imagination, the mistress took a pity, yet rather an inevitable choice. Holding the box that hides the truth, the very beginning, and the promise of an end. Would you dare to see the contents of the PANDORA’S BOX?” Prick by the outmost interest of the name and the infamous box of the old told tale of the first women Pandora, or so does she. The voice asks her and for the first time after
(THE TEA CEREMONY) TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK! The clock would say. RING A LING DING! It would sing. TAP, TAP, TAP! The way of its footsteps. PRIDE, LUST, GREED, ENVY, SLOTH, GLUTTONY, and WRATH. With the name of the sins that are held up and dropped with the weight of their curses. Everything crumbles around the core and half stage of the 4th and within the circle of AVARICE, as the book blew back unto her arms and everything turns into the same circle where she is in that middle surrounded by the torches with their respective flames. &nb
(THAT CHIMERA) “THE TWELVE HOLDERS, THE SHRINE MAIDEN. TWO ARE TAKEN INTO HIDING WHERE ONE IS HELD IN A PRISON, WHILE THE OTHER IS SLEEPING DEAD. TO THE UPCOMING PRINCE, YET A SHARD OF THE VERY SHARD OF THE ORIGINAL, ONE HOLDER IS A TRAITOR AS THE OTHER ONE IS ON THE BRIM OF HER ONCE SIN. NOW, NOW, NOW. CAN I STILL REMEMBER MY STANCE?” hearing the warning from her voice as she reads the lips of her own, but pins towards the future and into the loop of last and the seventh. Everything shifted once more as she now understands the core of this prominent holder’s sin. For it is not just like any other, as it lies in between the circle of Wrath and Sloth, that is tainted the balance will fall right unto either of the chaos of the destruction. “Now I understand.” &n
(JACK OF ALL TRADES) “TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING, NOW THAT YOU ARE ME,” Hearing the words and the inevitable sacrifice that turns the future and into that loop of seventh to what it is. The horror is finally starting, as she looks attentively at the scenes, but pins her attention towards the deal and the being that introduces himself as, “God.” In the name and title that no one of them should defy, will ever defy, and can defy. The scene that turns into a static stance faded, as she is left into that void and darkness, yet wonders and ask the pleading question. “Let me see the chimera he created to replace me.” Somehow knowing, as she is beginning to see the whole picture and the larger picture of the rooted puzzle