CHAPTER XCIV

     (THE PAID DEAL)

     WITH a smile and the taunting words floating inside HIS mind, HE looks at the mirror that reflected the scene of the owner it reflects, yet marks the difference as its very soul is different and the one that is inside is not the original one. 

     “Now, now, now. Shall I move my rook?” whispering HIS plan and upon raising his hand and pointing the very image of his chess piece of the rook’s representative. 

     HE draws a sinister smile as he traces the image of hers and felt the satisfying mix of dread, fear, and will to protect and survive. HE snaps HIS finger as the mirror forms a ripple unto its surface. Slowly in the nick of time and before seconds could pass, a dark void is a form opening the gate into that very place. Satisfying hums in between his smiles, HE steps foot inside as the eerie wind blows. With another snap fro