"Bang..." I whispered.
The loud gunshot echoed the whole Imperial hall, with the nobles's screams while trying to find a way to escape the gunshots.
I glanced at the second floor where four men in black cape were shooting using their riffles.
I remained seated while the knights surrounded us.
Royalties doesn't need to run for their own lives because there are knights who can sacrifice their lives for the royalties.
Ain't it funny?
How these people sitting on their throne while watching the bloodshed in front of their eyes?
I'm as dirty as them, but I'm more called as a diamond who was thrown in the garbage.
I rest my chin on my palm while listening to their screams and the noise coming from the gunshots.
Bloodshed, that's what I want.
My eyes found Duke Richmond sitting comfortably on his seat while looking straight in my direction.
He was
That silhouetted sound of my heels was creating a mystery of silent within the four corners of the hallway.When I reached my room, I calmly opened the door and closed it coldly.The frozen emotions swelling up on my face was rather horrific to see when I'm imagining myself, looking at my own reflection.I took off my high heels and I undressed myself leaving only my naked body.I slowly entered the bathroom and turned on the faucet while leaving the whole bathroom unlit.I washed my face and as my eyes glanced at the mirror in front of me, I felt like I can only see an evil creature seeing her own malefic reflection.I'm becoming more evil as days passed. However, it doesn't justify that I became like this because I'm evil since I was born.I became evil because of them, those people who crushed my humanity together with my family.They pushed me unto the bottom until I can no lo
I entered the trial hall with the higher nobles encircled around the aristocrats table. All of them were discussing their assumptions and thoughts about the incident. I sat on the seat beside the Empress's chair, I guess she's not coming. It's a shame that she didn't though, since it's going to be fun hearing the negative claims from the nobles. I glanced at Duke Lavescha who was looking at my direction before he nodded as I sign that he understands what I am pertaining using my eyes. The Emperor entered and walked straight to his seat. I guess he was really in bad mood because of what just happened. "I Now declare to start the trial," he said and crossed his legs. Each one of them has their own papers on their hands, I guess they all prepared a positive and negative reports. "The alchemist who was assigned to investigate the evidence already produced
"Your Highness, what happened? The Crown Prince might win the trial and escape the punishment. What are we going to do?" Duke Lavescha asked with his problematic look. "It is to be expected that they will eventually win the the first trial since the alchemists are involved," I answered. He massaged his temple before leaning towards his seat, he was really expecting that we will win. But I doubt that, It would be too boring if that'll be going easy. "What's you plan your Highness?" he asked calmly. "You don't have to worry Duke, since I'm going to be the judge tomorrow. The second trial will be the last one so it is to be expected that it's not only the nobles who are part of the aristocrats table will attend, majority will be the nobles from third to fourth hierarchy. Wouldn't it be a good show to see?" I answered. He gulped before sipping his tea. "I don't really understand the way yo
Humans are manipulative when it comes to playing with emotions. They can wear hundreds of faces just to hide their own intentions. They are foolish and ignorant who sought satisfaction for their own desires. What can I do? When I belong to the place, where I am called as a human. I am the same as those filthy insects roaming around the surface of the Empire. The loud chatters, the nauseous smell of their perfumes and their repulsive eyes as if telling 'Let's see, what this girl can do.' This is a trial where justice isn't needed, that righteousness isn't valid and even the criminal will have to play as the victim to win the trial. A trial where nobles are the ones who can choose what's right and wrong. "Lady Talia D'aureville, fianceé of Crown Prince Hades Sylvestre. Please come forward and state your statement as the final judge of the second trial," the Bishop announced. A chilling te
I stared all over my body from the mirror and stuck out my tongue when I found that I'm looking a bit weird with my outfit.I snapped my neck and sniffed hard until I can no longer feel any air from my nose."May I ask why do I have dark circles under my eyes?" I asked."Because you felt extremely happy of what happened yesterday your Highness," Fara answered.I suddenly feel like I want to vomit, this is getting bad. I haven't had enough sleep due to what happened yesterday, it was too sudden that I got so happy.The Butler was beheaded at exactly afternoon and after that, I haven't had my sleep.Not even a blink.I stretched my arms before I grinned. "Let's go Fara," I said.She looked at me from head to toes before she shook her head."You can't go out in that state your Highness.""What's with my appearance?" I asked.She sighed before pullin
Third Person's pov. The heavy footsteps of Hades, carrying the sleeping Talia on his arms made the servants avoid their eyes and pretend that they didn't saw anything. He walked straight to her chamber while humming in the defeand silent of the hallway inside the Emerald Palace. He tilt his head and stared carefully on the man, leaning against the door of Talia's chamber. He stopped, and stood in front of Pursues. "Are you having an affair with my fianceé?" Hades asked. Pursues chuckled before he gritted his teeth when his eyes glanced at the sleeping Talia. "I didn't expect you to carry her when you don't even think of her as your wife," Pursues said. "Put her down," he added with a tone full of authority. Hades remained unfazed and decided to walked passed before Pursues. He opened the door and entered the silent chamber. "What do yo
Talia's pov.Tick'tock Tick'tockThe inky sound of the clock hover the tension between the two of us.The way his fingers touched the chess piece was like a bubble of catastrophe—it's calm yet disastrous."Check." He tapped his index finger on the table while humming. The tone was peaceful yet it's like a horrific sound passing through my ears.I moved the horse on the c7 square and twitched when I saw how he grinned."Why did you sacrificed your horse instead of moving your King?" he asked.His smile grew more predatory, as my lips moved sideways and a twisted grin appeared."A sacrificial is the best advantage. You need to take a risk and gamble your pieces to create an advantage," I answered.I leaned forward, looking utterly cold. I clutched my fingers and fought the urge to smack his face when I saw how he grinned playfully. 
Painted in 1562, Bruegel's depiction of this subject of Lucifer falling with his fallen angels is taken from a passage from Revelation 12, and reveals the artist's profound debt to Hieronymus Bosch. This is shown through the grotesque, ugly or distorted, figures painted as half-human and half-apocalyptic creatures.Lucifer was designed to be a perfect angel. He fell from heaven because of his pride and rebellion against God's divine plan, which was to appoint Jesus as the people's savior. Lucifer coerced one-third of the angels to follow his lead in the rebellion and to assist in appointing him to be the new "God." The sin of pride caused the fall of Lucifer and his companions and resulted in the "war in heaven." The archangel Michael was given the duty to drive Lucifer and the fallen angels out of heaven. The conflict of good and evil as well as vice and virtue are constant recurring themes throughout Bruegel's work.The painting is a split landscape with the top port
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I took a deep breath before getting the pen and the paper on my bag. I opened the 13th page and started writing.“Spring has come but I feel like Iʼm a naked body standing outside the winter. Shivering and being devoured by the cold. All those days of plague and pain has overwhelmed me and turned my life into mayhem. Little by little I am swallowed by the devastating world and hollowed by afflictions and self-doubt.Those floral days are over, paradise fled away and transmigrated into a dire world filled with pure melancholy.”Upon writing those words I crumpled the paper and throwed it. I dropped my pen for I donʼt know what to write anymore. When I turn my gaze outside the window, the sunset was creating a light to the path of freedom.I smiled with warmth painted on my face. As I started to write another letter for the next 14th page.Dear Unknown,
The sky wears a mix color of black and gray. I cast about some luscious voice but heard the whisper of the cold wind that will likely bring downpour and thunder.Later I witnessed the cloudburst of little white flowers so as all the grievance and mourning that spreads sorrow to the entire atmosphere.I literally donʼt understand the unforseen happenings but wished for all of them to quit whining. Seconds had passed, I saw myself somewhere deep in a cold stratum. I didnʼt realize that darkness offered tranquility in this overwhelming situation. It goes like this all the time, I miss everything that I had back then such as the chirping of the little birds that creates a soothing melody. Ocean waves rage and banged through the sea rocks. Itʼs been too long since Iʼve seen the dawn so as the sun that peeks through the mountain and greets a good morning. I havenʼt seen the stars and the moon and couldnʼt grasp a chance to acquaint them all my lamentations and
Third Person's pov.Her mind must be a grave of unsaid thoughts and those unspoken that are fettered with tribulation. She spent an hour of looking her own reflection through the whole body-sized mirror. A tall woman of more than average of a statue, a lustrous neck length hair with a white fitted wedding gown.Her eyes were sparkling with solitude and her mind was fighting with compatriot. She, who has the power of vengeance will step inside the sacred room to proceed with the rebellion. She wears a lustrous image but she wrote a bloody rhymes inside her mind.She once dreamed of wearing a beautiful wedding dress, she once dreamed a peaceful wedding with her husband on her side. It was a vintage pavement on her mind that only withered like a dry branches.Narrowed by how the time passed by whilst she was standing with power and confidence on a whole body-sized mirror that was bereft by serene melodies.A glitch of her
Talia's pov.Mind of mine was in its peaceful state, caught up with the silence of the whole room. Lately, I've been grasping the scent of old books I've always read in the past. I missed the old times, the scent of books and painted calligraphy so as discerning the dust particles in the air from the old bookshelves.While I am sipping the tea from my teacup, I was reminiscing the old good times when I was still at my teenage years. I was the lady who chose to stay silent and lived a life without getting involved into any tensions."Rumors that the nobles failed to pass their request about abolishing your crown. That's why the Sylvestrian people are creating a ruckus outside the Imperial Palace to surrender the imperial seal," Declan said.I hummed and put the teacup on the table. "I guess they aren't good enough," I mumbled.A servant suddenly arrived while holding a tray of glass of water and a medicine. "Greetings,
Third person's pov.The clock hits midnight and its sound was echoing throughout the tranquility of the night. The storm was on a rage outside while the nobles and governed officials were silently aligned inside the inner court of the Imperial Palace.They commence a meeting in order for them to propose their assumptions and as usual, they are taking advantage of the Crown Princess's rumored critical condition."Allow us to speak for our nation, your Majesty."Despite the ruckus inside the Imperial Palace, the Emperor was able to attend the meeting. It is their chance to abolish the Crown Princess from her position.Hades on the other hand was taking his nap on his palm while observing them."You may speak," the Emperor said.Duke Seleste was the first in line as the representative of the nobles's table. He stepped forward, hands on the filthy ground and bended his knees resembling that he is
The crumble sound from the teardrops weren't able to hide the bitterness of the footsteps from the lonely soul—thy dress in pure white.I fathomed that every footsteps were concealed with deep meaning. She was walking and walking...and walking that I could memorized her figure from her long sunrise hair, dancing along with the unsteady wind so as the wavering dry leaves were wandering in the void space.Melancholy and a fainted pictures appeared before my eyes, memories that I didn't want to go back yet I didn't want to forget.I memorized every single detail of those messy pictures ascending above on the dreary sky. Her footsteps were creating a pattern of emotions—it was empty and sorrowful.As thy cold wind touched my skin, I retrieved that the lonely soul was part of my memories. I felt disgust about those flickering scene that I didn't expect to see again.What is this? A nightmare? A dream? Or maybe i
Arcaine already left while Trevor remained. We stayed silent for a couple of minutes, or maybe, nobody wants to talk. I wanted to ask him about what happened to him when I was gone, but I couldn't open my mouth. I was reluctant to ask, nor give him a look without hesitation. He seems not to bother with the cold...winter is already coming. "It's unfair..." I glanced at him and our eyes suddenly met. Tears were on his eyes while wearing a smile on his lips. "Why do you always hurt me?" he asked. "What am I supposed to do in order for you to not hurt me?" "I wish for your happiness more than anyone else," he whispered. My mind went blank and I found myself giving him a cold look. Did something happened while I was gone? Or maybe...something changed. "Everyone have been trying to kill you ever since you became the Crown Princess. I told myself that you'll be fine and nothing will ha
"How is everything?" I asked.He stumbled upon answering my question. "I told you, everything is going according to your plan. The only problem is that boy...Trevor.""He's a man," I hissed and rest my chin on my palm. "What about him?" I asked."There's something wrong about him. Not only the color of his soul, but his actions are too repulsive. He's crazy over you," he said.I chuckled while looking straight to the pen I am fidgeting on my fingers. "Why? Did he kill some knights while trying to find me?"His eyebrows furrowed before he shook his head. He took the vacant chair and placed it in front of me. He sat on the chair and crossed his legs, manly."I've never seen a soul like yours and him. It's difficult to explain in words, but I can say that it's filled with darkness. However, there is a difference between yours and him."He place the empty glass on the table. "That glass is you, your soul is l