(THE STORY SO FAR)
HUMMING the familiar symphony, yet ringing the dread that comes within it. With its every piece, every note, and every symphony that it brings marks the words of death, darkness, demons, devils, chained chance, forbidden desires, consequences, and the seven deadly sins. HE walks without a sound, yet HIS song echoes to the entire place, where emptiness is eminent, but a cunning, sinister, and mix of good and evil is what surrounds. HE loves the tone as HE is embracing the very fact and truth of the game the pieces of the chess are playing and so of his own and towards his manipulation.
To the thousand mirrors that HE temporarily concealed to the farthest corner where the shadow cast its darkness perfectly in return. HE draws a sinister smile as he found his favorite spot, to the very same place he needed and sometimes wanted to be. Gently holding the keys a
(DARK MELODY) THE SAME, YET NOT.His life, his destiny, fate, and the command of his choices are all but the intertwined fate and link soul towards the person, someone, and his very equivalent exchange. The who came, live and grow from the different world, but born at the same day, time and their very destiny. He who is him, as the other is the half of what he is and who he becomes, his soul just like the other’s is the artificial and the duplicate of the original. To the played destiny, inline path, and the same reflected soul of the other, he is someone who dwells into the truth in the very first place. Aware, in control, and knew what card to play as of which to keep and to where it is needed to be thrown. His life as of his very soul is not a tainted one as it is never been corrupted. Owning th
(THE PROMINENT HIM) TAKEN by the beautiful melody, yet ringing the dreadful meaning of each note that screams and writes the very destruction of the world. Where and to all of the played six and the artificial ones He made for the fulfillment of His very desire and the chance of the seven deadly sins. He patiently listens as he is being summoned by his master, creator, and the very soul of everything. He sat down as he pretends to read the book and the very title of this very novel and as of which the string of fate and taunting melody of the songs HE is playing in the grand piano. HE started to relay the message as he becomes the narrator in the chapter and scene of a recap, yet rather a reminder and information he needed to have and remember to do the bidding HE will ask of him and towards the request, he is currently fulfilling. Drawing a cunning smile and a taunting
(REFLECTION) HALLOW,yet not. To the place where it is the opposite of the known void, but never a façade and more like the original residing place of the beginning and the very turn of the end. The time where it doesn’t exist yet contains the multiple dimension of space where the truth and the lies stand. HE patiently waiting, yet not for long as time never exists in this place and HE has no concept of such. HE sat unto the hallow white surface crossing HIS legs as HIS very expression could not be determined unless he smiles forming the Chester one against his pure jet-black shadowed line image. A façade, yet rather HIS very play to the chess game the ‘other’ is also playing with. Now with the other four and the gates that HE granted the wishes and very desire as HE
(BOUND DESTINY) “WEare still fortunate for having to see them here, yet at the same time, it is a curse to be considered as they cannot know who we are. To the life we do share from the shard and reflection of the original, it is still a nostalgic tone to see them, our parents, right? Haru?” With the words that mark its very depth and heartache, yet he could not hear as he did not notice the presence beside him, worst but for good as he didn’t have to. Kevin clutches his fist until it turns white as anger, hate and longing eat his entire existence now. Looking at the two and the very reflection, the same and the shard soul and existence of them, Memories came flooding his mind as the destruction and the very end of his book rings back. Holding the promise and their last words and very smile it whispers.
(A CURSE AND THE BLESSING) DARK AND LIGHT. Good and Evil. Yin and Yang. The balance must be met as the first should not throw the other, as neither of the both should hold the greater good nor evil as it will disrupt everything and lead to destruction. Yet, if you are going to choose between the two, what would it be? Would you take the light of the good that the Yin provides, or the darkness that evil had in accordance to Yang? What if what you think is the good is rather the evil, and the evil itself is just the façade for the good? Would you still choose from both, or rather stay in between? “You will be me as I will be you, and into my slumber, I will patiently wait, take care of everything,” Hearing the whisper and the memory that pave for her life and the vessel that is offered up to her. She who is a tra
(SHE) “YOUwill be me as I will be you, and into my slumber, I will patiently wait, take care of everything,” “Let’s meet the Shrine Maiden, shall we, Marie?” Waking up as she is bestowed with another identity and a vessel she never expects or wishes to have. She now has the chance and a life that she can use to turn the tables and fulfill her intended destiny. With the vessel and the identity of the twin of one of the holders, as her mask and façade to blend in. The game and the storyline just got interesting as the past and the interconnecting lives of the people around this very game are slowly unfolding. To the wish and rather a deal she took as compensation for the soul that took her place in the ice imprisonment. Guarding a guardian and a particular one
(DARK NIGHT) “YOUwill be me as I will be you, and into my slumber, I will patiently wait, take care of everything,” To the scream and cry under the full moon night, a woman giving birth to an heir, a destined holder and fated to serve the Shrine Maiden is about to see the light of her first life. “Ahh!!!!” The lady screams as everyone around her is giving their aid, doctors, and nurses helping her get through her hard labor and a delicate one, to begin with. With the child that will bear their clan’s future and the pride to serve their thousand years master. She is the very reincarnation of one of the twin gods of Lightning and thunder, &
(MIRROR) “NICE TO MEET YOU, HA-RU-NA.” Shaken by surprise, yet more likely from the dread and sudden bound that pin her on the spot and worst without anyone of them noticing the enemy up ahead. Haruna’s eyes widen as a familiar voice, eerie giggle and a mark of the beast greeted her out of the blue. To her own time that stood still, and the distortion that none of them notice or even felt. The psycho draws a lustful smile as her golden colored eyes reflected her very image where time ticks, yet not on her. Worst and out of a fix horror, without a blink as no one of them had the chance to, everyone falls dripping with their blood, dead and rolling without their head. To the mansion that is being painted with everyone’s blood and the screams that exchange the bliss and festivity of the night. God&rsq