(THE LAST STRAW TO BLUE) ALLIAH then heard a snap. The same snap that she is hearing for a while now. Just then her entire body is once more pin into place, and her eyes is forced open to see and relieve the tragic moment from her past. “Enjoy that last straw to Blue, Alliah.” The little girl’s taunting voice, giggling in a distance as it faded and left Alliah to have the curse from her childhood days and her very past. “I will not, I would not give in.” Words and memories that Alliah doesn’t remember having. A point in the past that she knew that she doesn’t have. Or else “Come with me, come with us, let me be free, let us be free.” The familiar taunting that she a bit remembers now. Words and whispers that she knew she witness somewhere from her past, yet she couldn’t pinpoint what, when and where she had seen it all. “Come with me, come with us, let me be free, let us be free.” The words and dread that the voice is whispering. As they are getting aggressiv
(THE SADNESS OF BLUE) “NOW, can you take the blame, ALLIAH?” Somewhat hearing the same question multiple times now. Alliah is in between good and bad, light and darkness, and hope and dread. As she felt like she is drowning in the thickest dark sea where no one could ever hear her scream. “Do you understand everything right now?” The little girl’s voice is still taunting her. Whispering those words with an eerie tone that is telling her to finally accept everything. And that everything means being into the darkness that she curses and has been running away from for years now. “I don’t understand?” She whispers. Not about the whole thing, but rather what she just saw. “That person, that past, who is he?” Alliah asks in utter confusion and the last step to insanity. Which in turn earned a giggle and quite more from the little girl that was she. “Well, you know him Alliah. Remember, you said his name a while back.” The words hide the d
(THE DRAGON COMMANDMENT) THE little girl had enough for a time from Alliah’s stubbornness. But she knew that this thing could happen, no, it will happen. All for it is already written, and that includes that Alliah will accept everything and the truth at the very end. "Such a stubborn princess.” Her little insult to Alliah, but she kept it to herself and only whispers those words. With the spare cards that she can throw to keep the play going, she draws a sinister smile on her face and finally opens the card. “Alright. I guess it is time for you to meet the commandment and the former embodiment of the shard soul and the flame God Leo.” Puzzled, but not scared at all. Alliah’s bounds disappear and a pentagram is then drawn under her feet. Illuminating with the familiar red hue of light, she is then transported into a seemingly old castle that’s familiarity is hitting her. “Where am I?” Alliah demanded. As she knew that the little girl that is claim
(HER DARKNESS) “SAY.” With the tone of giggling and the smile that everyone knew and was used to seeing. Jaira’s attention is taken, all along while she is observing and carefully monitoring every move of the commandments in her palace and void of both darkness and light. “Wouldn’t it be convenient for everyone if we just let the daughter of hell be in her current state?” “What do you mean?” Jaira immediately asks, but not that wondering from the words and silly suggestion of one of the commandments. The naughty, and playful one. “Carlos.” She drops his name that in turn made Carlos chuckle and then giggle in delight. While playing with his collection and hunting down heads of the demons that are getting more and more with each passing day. Especially since the death festival is already approaching. “Just think about it.” Carlos continues, deducing the fact and giving the point for his words and suggestions. “If we just let her be in her loya
(PRETTY COMMANDMENT) “WAKE UP, DANIELA!” Expressionless and undeterred by what she is seeing in front of the mirror in her little world and void. She in her presence and appearance is similar to the Supreme One, and the only one who had such features, unlike the rest. Is in the middle of her own space with a bit of not wanting to do a thing for a moment. “Tsk!” She smirks, irritated and not even in the slightest mood to receive such a visitor nor she wanted any company at the moment. Despite being the prim and proper one among the rest. “You know that you are not invited in here, right?” Her words are insulting in a way, considering that the pentagram and gate that was drawn and shown with the hue and belongs to her senior, is someone that she should respect. As it is thought to her in that way. She didn’t even look back and instead drops his name unaffectionate. “Carlos.” With a huge grin and call us to the cold treatment of their little com
(THE OWNER OF THE TAROTS) “THE tarot cards can only be handed and passed down to the eldest daughter of the family. The one who is blessed to have control over them.” Words from the past that Valerie memorize from long ago. The repeating scenes that she continues repeating and watching from her mirror. Not to remind her of her mission, but she finds it intriguing and amusing to take part in. “Remember that, Pauleen.” With a sinister smile drawn on her face, Valerie then giggles loving the entire mission that she is been given. “The real owner of the cards. The holder is put asleep intentionally, while the twin is known as the enemy, but in reality, is not. Just how this entire roller coaster scheme, dread, and hope will turn out to be?” A bit mocking of the entire written novel that the Supreme one wrote way from the very beginning. She continues watching the little scene that she is a bit flashed forward to the recent time. “Let’s continue where t
(BOTH LIGHT AND DARK) “THE perfect time.” With a sinister smile drawn unto her face, followed by a giggle with the tone that the other three will immediately know that it was her. She immediately made her way into the gate and perfectly into the place where she is meant to be. “I see.” She whispers, stepping out of the gate and quickly surveying the place with the beings that she expects to meet at that moment. She wastes no time and went her way into the place where she is once created, pulled, and owns the personality that is the half darkness of the now awakened holder. “You know what to do. Take your place and bring that person back to where she should be.” Emie’s words are echoing suddenly inside her mind. Words that she didn’t like nor hate, but something in between. But for all else no matter how she would try to protest about the inevitable, she couldn’t do anything. “I hear you, I knew what to do, as I am on my way to that place.” A l
(HOWLING MEMORIES) THE gate is open, initiated by the darkness that came from the holder that recently woken. Valerie’s doubts over Pauleen are still lingering. With her guard up and prepared for anything that might happen. Pauleen draws a sinister smile on her face, and a bit mocking Valerie with her words. “You may be a commandment, but I am one of the directions. You are under the direct command of the Mistress of time while I am under the Supreme one. So, it is just fair if that so-called security of yours should be put towards the real enemy. Am I right, Valerie?” Pauleen’s mocking and superiority complex are innate to the darkness that she is. But it is not something that Valerie is fond of. “What did you say?” Instead, her mind ticks with the red flag that she rather wanted to vent out right towards the direction and face the consequence later. “So, you aren’t just a bit of a hold-up, but a deaf one.” With Pauleen giggling along with