(MEMOIR) ‘WAKE UP! WAKE UP! HOLDER OF ARIES! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! PAULEEN!’ The chanting that is getting on the nerves of the holder, Pauleen. Making it painful with each passing second and somehow ringing past her ears and into her head. “Wake up. That’s all that you needed to do.” Her other self. The one who was introduced to be her darkness. The past of her darkness. Smiling wide and sinisterly which is making her uncomfortable and doubtful of everything that is happening. “Stay away from me!” The holder, Pauleen, screams while in pain and in anger from the chanting that is getting louder and more painful with each passing second. “You cannot run away from the truth and the inevitable, Pauleen.” The words that are taunting her. Adding to the burden that she already had and is inflicting the pain that she doesn’t want to have nor to ever feel. “Where is my sister?’ She suddenly asks. Now bothered that for a while now had been explai
(TRUTH III) “COULD you promise me one thing, Pauleen?” The words and gentle voice of her little sister that she loves so much. “What is it?” Her confirmation and gentle heart that is willing to do everything for the sake for her little sister and all for her happiness. “Promise me that you will do everything for me, to protect me and give me everything that I want.” Words that is alarming, yet she doesn’t mind at all. Thinking that it is just a request from her still young and younger sister, which is out from her younger years said those words and such. “Of course.” Her reply. The assurance that she gave, thinking nothing serious about it, and in that sense didn’t reprimand her little sister for the wish that is not appropriate in the first place. “No, I want you to promise it to me with your words.” Now insisting, yet she didn’t still think much about it. Instead, she gladly gave the promise like giving a candy as simple as that one.
(DARK WORLD) HE draws HIS usual sinister smile. Amused, no, HE is enjoying every bit of what HE is seeing right now. Doing the things that HE could simply ask one of HIS pawns to do. Yet, the way HE wrote this entire book is what it is currently dictating right now. “Aren’t I a genius?” HE asks while giggling and making Valerie and Clayden shiver from deep within their core. But then they couldn’t let it show, nor even breathe a sign of it. Let alone and worse, speaking about it. “No.” HE protested, changing the premise and claim. “I am a genius. For who else will it be? I am GOD after all.” The darkness somewhat spreads but unlike the miasma of the known evil that everyone knew. The type of darkness that slowly surrounds them is different. Something that doesn’t taunt, nor will be able to hurt someone. It can provoke and convince, where everything about it is the equivalent of the light that balance everything. “Good and bad, light and dark, the oppo
(LITTLE GAME) WITH a kiss on the lady’s hand, Clayden honors his position and gives his loyalty to his lady. On his knees and in a knight’s stand, he pledges himself to protect the person that promises from the very beginning. “Holder of the ruling gate of Aries, I present to you, the Prince’s gift. Your knight, Clayden.” Pauleen smiles, knowing and very much familiar with her knight Clayden. For all else ‘she’ already knew and meet him. The piece of her darkness, and from all the memories and knowledge that her darkness and once Pauleen had. “Now, now, now.” HIS favorite word, and by this time HE somehow resorted back to HIS usual self. Compose and calculated, not laughing the way an insane being does, nor blabbering about a thing or two from time to time. “Valerie.” HE immediately commands, snapping HIS finger and giving back the mana that the commandment had lost due to the pentagram and spell of unification. But adding much and the necessary te
(SILLY TUNE) “YOU can do at least that, right, Kyle?” A kind of smile, that sinister one with the form and the ideals that don’t amuse Kyle for even a bit. But a suggested insult that isn’t that hard to know. “Tsk!” Kyle click his tongue and gritted his teeth. But for a few seconds, where he then fixed his mood along with his expression. Showing nothing of such an irritating face nor a tone to his voice. “Name it and I’ll do it in perfection.” He boasts with the truth in it that no one in that void and current world of His could protest nor even deny. Kyle’s character and uniqueness made him the perfect doll that He wanted, or so He thinks that Kyle is. “Very well. I am looking forward to the fruit of your labor, Kyle.” He commanded, all in His slithering form. Eyeing the two of them, especially the unlikely visitor who just recently knocked on the door and introduces herself. “Beatrice.” Kyle suddenly calls her name. As he draws t
(MYSTIC WALTZ) KYLE stops dancing, not that he started to. But as the song ended and HE is all acting unlike HE usually does. A creeping smile draws Kyle’s face, observing and amusingly watching the Supreme One do HIS little act. ‘HE knows.’ Kyle’s mind whispers that fact. Something that he can only do from his deeper subconsciousness, knowing that he is being monitored closely by Him and the little bitchy Beatrice that he doesn’t like. “Thrilling. Such a wonderful thing.” HE whispers, which HE meant to say and directed towards Kyle. The words and a knowing tone that only Kyle could hear. With a menacing smile, Kyle replies in the same way and tone. “I see.” Damn, Kyle wanted to laugh. Maniacally in a way, he stops himself. Ease those urges and not until the spell that surrounds him is broken. “My dear Valerie, would you do me a favor?” HIS little que, not a warning, but a gift towards Kyle. That immediately Valerie heeded, vanishing fr
(A LITTLE JEALOUSY?) “SUCH a Mad Hatter you are, Kyle.” Kyle giggles, embracing that compliment and the fact that the character is the thing that he embraces wholeheartedly. Besides, what could be the best representation of his character from that storybook, but the Mad Hatter himself? “The perfect one in that stand.” He proudly claims, earning a burst of amused laughter from the Supreme One. “Very well.” HE casually accepted, having fun at the fact that HIS creation’s creations are just like how HE envisions Him creating them. “Pauleen. “HE called, facing the holder and Clayden who immediately bows down before HIM. “Your wish?” Pauleen asks, expecting a mission and two, which is the very point and reason for their existence. “Do what you wanted to do. Meet her for me.” An indirect message and command, yet Pauleen understood it clearly. With a clenched fist, Pauleen glances at Kyle who waves his hand and smiles sinisterly as he
(LITTLE BEATRICE) “LET’S just say that you need to be asleep for a long, long time, Beatrice.” She draws a wicked smile on her face. As she strides along the sound of the ticking clock and her echoing footsteps that kind of resembling a dark tone. A dark lullaby to considered about. “Such a long, long time in deed.” Her giggles, echoing into that dark hall that she walking on. Wearing her ever contented expression and the excitement for finally breaking free from her glass prison. Even though she is just a piece, the tiny one from her original whole. “Just one more thing. A little more, I will win this game that none of you could have ever think off.” She now laughs and in a maniacal tone. Enjoying her every step, her un pure heart and her very beginning that comes from darkness and the total equivalent of the original ‘she’. “Tick tock.” With a giggle and that now twisted smile, along with her entire expression that doesn’t give a damn about an