(THEME) “ALLIAH.” Hearing her name that somehow is being delivered by the eerie wind through a whisper. Alliah’s expression draws in a twisted way after she contemplates and realizes that she could believe or even accept the truth and the reality that Lelouch is still alive. “Just how can he be? Just how could this all be? I killed him. I did.” She whispers insanely towards herself, all the while she is looking at her reflection in the mirror. “I should be the one who should revive him. As I should be the one to whom he will be seeing the moment when it will all fall in that time and manner.” As she convinces herself of the initial desire and plan that was laid in front of her and by which she ever plans and perfectly ever since, but until today. “A necessary plan you say?” She asks in a disbelieving tone, as she is thinking of it as absurd and a hell of a stupid reason after He explains to her ev
(A DARK DEAL?) “NICE TO MEET YOU, ALLIAH.” Surprise as she is somewhat seeing the twin of their world and book beloved daughter and her most envied person of all. Her eyes widen at the resemblance she had with her. Yet, different as her totality and appearance pin something more than she could pry on. With the hair that resembles the ashes of death. Long and curly ones that somehow the loops that the time is divided into three. The past, present, and future represent. Pale skin represents the dark emotions and cold hearts of the beings. A heterochromia eyes that symbolize the day with her right eye of crimson hue, and purple of the night unto her left one. Her beauty is uncanny, as her smile draws more than the darkness and that very pure one brings. Within and deeper she asks of her. “Do you want to play a game?” Offered with the deal and a similar one as what she already owns right now. She draws a sinister smile on her face and then gigg
(A PATH TO CHOOSE) “WELL THEN IN FRONT OF YOU IS THE WITNESS TO ALL OF THAT DREAD AND DARKNESS. MY NAME’S BEATRIX.” Not just introducing herself, but the dread and the darkness that comes right from it. Alliah is swayed and more than just that. As her words of hers become the truth and the fact that’s eating her right now. The same, but not during the times that Kyle provokes her and such. Her left wondering mind and the words that she said that pin and point unto the beginning are now knocking inside her mind. As she wanted more than to know everything, Beatrix's words, and very presence if halfway consuming her and making her believe almost everything that she would say. Beatrix draws a sinister, yet inviting smile as she once more asks her the same question. “Do you want to play a game?” Familiar, as it is the same words and core staring deal that Kyle asks of her and as of the same tone of her creator and very ‘father’ to call. S
(THE CHOSEN VESSEL) “YOU WILL HAVE YOUR MAN.” Just one sentence and the first one in that tone. Alliah’s mind is being brought into the deeper symphony of her desire. Taking her attention and more than just that, her shadow that’s hiding within the darkness of Beatrix's territory draws a cunning smile. A delight, more than just a chance, and the perfect future she ever wanted and only aspires. Beatrix sees everything clearly as nothing and no one can hold and stay someone's secret even for a second long inside her territory. She won and more than that, her plan is going smoothly and accordingly to what she wanted it all to be. With her smile and her eyes that deepen within their hue. She continues with the words that follow. “I will have all the darkness that I want and leave Daniela with nothing. All fare and good, for my desire, are to have my world where the God is me and my title is the darkness.” Love it and more than just th
(THE ONE INSIDE OF HIM) HIS eyes widen at the resemblance she had with her. Yet, different as her totality and appearance pin something more than she could pry on. With the hair that resembles the ashes of death. Long and curly ones that somehow the loops that the time is divided into three, the past, present, and future represents. Her pale skin represents the dark emotions and cold hearts of the beings. A heterochromia eyes that symbolize the day and night with the colors crimson on the right side and purple on the left side. Worse, yet most especially her beauty that is uncanny, and a smile that only means and could only bring the pure dread that everything of this very world had in store. “Who are you?” Guarding himself up as his guts and inner self are telling him that the one currently in front of him is someone that could never be trusted. Never could be an ally nor a foe. Someone in between with the goals and desire that could neither kill nor make
(HER SHADOW) MORE than just convincing JK of the inevitable deal that will fall unto his path. But holding his trust and the will to let her have her way, as she will let him do his game. She giggles in delight, introducing herself to the vessel that she will be quietly staying with. All to see everything from his eyes, all to know the circle of the last loop, and to hold the things that she needed more than she could ever wish for. With delight and a beating heart of excitement, she presents herself. “The whole of ‘her’ YIN, the darkness of ‘her’ YANG. I who holds everything from the shadows is the very epitome of the beginning, the name’s BEATRIX.” The same, yet not. She who is the perfect image of the darkness of the original introduces herself with a name that holds a deeper meaning than that. “A trick within a mix of a fine beauty.” JK immediately deduces, yet more likely figuring the name that neither Alliah didn’t notice in the first place. As she is
(HIS GIFT) “TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK.” HE whispers, yet more likely chanting it with the words that almost fall into a lullaby, but with the mix of the same dread and darkness that HE somehow enjoys, but likely faking it. For all else, HIS smile draws upon HIS face. As HE is sitting in HIS throne and all along within HIS void and very sanctuary that no one, even a bit could ever fathom off. With the mirror that sees everything and HIS never-fading façade of a kid’s body and somehow ways, but probably is all is schemes and deals for HIS very own entertainment. HE giggles in pleasure, currently alone within HIS castle and HIS throne room. As the mistress and witch of time are holding her current game. And where does it you ask? Shh… no one should know, as that very world is still a secret to be kept. “Well, well, well.” HE exhilaratingly chanted, all the while HE is clapping HIS hands and loving the scene that HE is currently watching. A time, a paradox, a moment
(MEETING) “LIGHT AND DARKNESS. THE SUN AND MOON. YIN AND YANG.” Drawing a sinister smile along with the words that not just dig a deeper meaning from the loop and scenes that’s been consuming everyone as the chess pieces that HE is playing against HIS very first creation. HE wonders, no, HE is quite thrilled about what will unfold after letting loose two of the very epitomes of darkness that are taken and mirrored inside the lives of the two that are the root of everything ever since from the very beginning. “When everything needs to be in balance. The darkness that I shouldn’t be favored, unlike the light and purity that I’ve been rooting for. Yet, no matter what, they both are my very own creation.” Somehow torn in between, yet in truth and a fact is not. The game that HE is playing, and the choices that HE made happened. Along with the path and circumstances that he pushes and even opens. HE teasingly wonders and all for HIS amusement if HE can play a little bit