(DARK BEGINNING)
“WHY, ALLIAH?”
Suddenly asking the question of like a taboo in a sense. JK smiles as he informs.
“Let’s just say that beyond that vessel and face everyone knew about her is a soul that is waiting to be set free. The liar, manipulator, and horror. The Devil Reincarnate.”
Dropping the word with a satisfied smile on his face. Gennivier is taken back as she is intrigued and somehow a bit scared knowing that there is more sinister than what she is dwelling into. Carefully puts the cup of tea at the table and fixes herself now sitting properly onto the couch. She hides her ticking fear as she looks directly at JK with the deep turn hue of her eyes, asking, yet more likely requesting with the words as she speaks.
(THAT TWISTED MIND) DEATH, BLOOD, HELL. The three words that she repeatedly utters as she tries to curse everyone with it so, as the readers who are slowly knowing the past and her inevitable end. She smiles as she finishes the transmutation circle, she made unto the cold floor of her house basement. Giggling at the sight of the blood she uses to paint the circle and scribe the words into its distinct places and where it all should be. She then laughs as her sanity escapes from her when her Prince died because of her. “Now, now, now.” Whispering as she prepares everything for this moment. She places the ingredients unto their rightful places as her face marks that twisted expression that resembles anyone’s ultima
(TABOO) “ALCHEMY.” She reads while holding upon her hand the books of the forbidden knowledge which no human should hold or ever finds. Yet, to her slowly corrupted mind and the choices that lead her into falling to the perfect sin of seven. She left everything that she knows, abandoning the only friend to whom she now curses and hated despite the good things it ever showed her. For her once sane life, yet curse from the very beginning is now slowly falling into the abyss she prevents herself into falling then. But now, she left it all be as insanity is creeping and slowly to her very core. Now sitting alone in the attic of her house where she found a peculiar box that had never been there in the first place, yet tempted her to take, open and read. She now holds unto her possession, a taboo to call and the thing that should n
(IMMORTAL)“MY TWELVE GUARDIANS AND HOLDER OF THE GODS AND GODDESS. ME WHO IS THEIR PLEDGE MAIDEN AND THE BLESSED DAUGHTER OF THE HEAVENS. WE WILL NOT GET OLD, EVEN IF THE YEARS WILL PASS BY. OUR AGE WILL STOP AT EIGHTEEN FOR OUR LINE IS IMMORTAL, SO THAT WE CAN PROTECT THIS WORLD.” “Immortal.” Whispering the word more than once and many times within the day, she excitedly prepares everything that she needed as her isolation and lies of being dead is what everyone knows about her, and that very word is the title she is now holding. “It’s almost time.” Reminding herself as her dim lighted room that is only being illuminated by candles around, is taking the horrific ambiance of the turn hunted house
(JK) “YOU SEE, SHE IS MY MASTER.” Too much for surprises as Gennivier condition herself to hear such. She gasps as she drinks her cup of tea relaxing while processing everything inside her mind. Taking every revelation JK tells her about while connecting the pieces that lead everything to the present and where they are all running. Another thought crosses her mind as curiosity hits her and where she asks, yet rather confirming. “As you said it, inside that vessel, there are three identities. One of which is the original, while the other is the hell herself, as I wanted to ask, who is the Alliah we know and the one who is the most important friend of the Maiden?” Loving how smart she is and how her mind works at a f
(SHARD SOUL: WIND HOLDER) “CHANTAL?” She asks, intrigue, yet more likely curious in a sinister way as JK informs her about the reincarnated holder, but just half and a piece of the whole of the previous. “I see.” Smiling as she compliments his wise decision to befriend the holder that will be an asset for them in the future. They both sat at the top of one of their castle’s towers by which overlooking the entire city ‘their family’ rule over and runs too. They took a sip of their drink as the calm wind would turn into an eerie one once it passes in their direction. “They are powerful indeed.” 
(SHARD SOUL: AYUMI)“SHALL I SAY, THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS?” Ringing the bell as it is pleasing to JK’s ears. He smiles in both content and a sinister one as she informs her of the task they needed to fulfill for their Master and God. Yet, more than a task as JK does not care about their Master and calls God. To which in his corrupted nature is a traitor and core that only revolves to himself and what he desires the most. He is excited about the news as he dearly wanted to experiment on such where he then, immediately proposes. “Wouldn’t it be perfect if we will infuse the souls to a pure one?” Knowing him as she knew what he is thinking of right now. She smiles then giggles in silence, by which lust and dread are reflec
(PLAYER) “MY LADY.” With an excited smile and a fleeting beat inside her heart, Chantal immediately stood up as she runs back to the mansion by which her servants follow her with reminders. “Lady Chantal, please be careful and remember your graces.” Somehow panicking in between as their worries escalate when she did not listen and cares as her heart and mind are fixed towards the news and his arrival. Which she dearly waits for long, and after the grand ball of a month ago. The flower garden and landscape she took care of and more than she ever did in the past, by which her interest and love reflected its blooming flowers and delightful landscape. Plus, the flowers she carefully picks that almost fall by the grasp
(UNCANNY THEME) “FAVORED, love and even blessed by the God of hell. I don’t care much as this chance or luck to call that I stumble upon, I’ll gladly have it near and take everything out of it. For experimenting on a human soul and even greater to be a holder, is very exhilarating.” Whispering the words that take from the thrill of what he is feeling right now. He draws a twisted smile unto his face as no one out from his servants ever notices. For no one of them can know. “Let’s go.” With his command as his servants’ heed to it immediately. He fakes a smile as he looks out of the plain glass window of his carriage where they please and the happy victim of his waves her temporary goodbye at him. To the innocence that she bears, how naïve and foolish her reincarnated na