Semua Bab DEATH REINCARNATE : Bab 221 - Bab 230

     (HIDE AND SEEK)           “HIDE and seek, cat and mouse chase and truth or dare. Which one would you prefer to play along, Kyle?”           Asking him the provoking question, yet in truth and deep is a challenge, a riddle, and a test he needed to answer with perfection. Kyle smiles slyly, looking at his master and God by which in the run of the moment, but not, ask him those questions.            “Well.”           Pausing as he wanted to make this conversation of them into a mini-game of like a pop quiz, yet the price and consequence is only his soul and life. He giggles in between, as he stands up from where he is sitting just across the table where his master is and waiting, and within Its void and sanctuary where he could never have a chance to

     (DOLL’S HEART)     ‘BEWARE OF THE LITTLE GIRL IN A LOOP OF THE DREAM YOU THOUGHT YOU WILL NEVER SEE. CATCH THE GLIMPSE OF THE RED ROSE SHE’S HOLDING. FOR YOUR FATE IS IN ITS WING. A CAMERA THAT FORESEES FOR DEATH IS IN YOUR WAY. WISH OR DIE IN A WELL OF DEATH AND HELL.’     Giggling and amuse by the moment, as the cold and dim room is where she is left and waiting for the moment to fulfill her destiny as a created thing and being in between by her master and called father. She whispers the words in an amused tone.      “Isn’t this just too much? Too much fun?”     Her tone depicts a twisted-minded maniac, but her stance is from a little girl, yet a porcelain doll in reality. She giggles behind her doll and emotionless face, as she reads the words that are flashed and written in a curs

     (EMIE)     “YOU will always be here and protect us, right, big brother Ramiel.”     “Tsk!” clicking his tongue as that sudden past flashes back unto his mind, like an impending warning and a ticking reminder of the root of what he is now and how everything falls to what and who he is now.      Kyle excuses himself from the crowd as he went into the shadowed corner, hating and cursing the event and the people around ‘his’ princess. Just then out from the blue, yet a perfect pocking reminder, her words and their smiles flashes in front of him.      “I promise, I will be your hero, now and forever.”     “Big Brother Ramiel, we love you.”     “Damn!”

     (VERSES OF DEATH)     A VERSE YET TO SEE, READ IT ALOUD, AND THERE IT COMES TO A DEATH ANGEL WHO WILL CLAIM YOUR SOUL.      Reading and thinking deeply about the said words as it illuminated into a neon red after an image of a feathered pen wrote it onto the air with intricate calligraphy at hand. Like it is telling HIM an important thing, yet HE already knew about and way from the very beginning. The words that claim to be a verse, are something more than what each word means and the whole sentence about. Suggesting yet not, delivering a dread, but a misconception. HE smiles in satisfaction while comfortably sitting unto his throne, while and at the very same time is observing the once innocent Emie who is now HIS beloved bishop in the grand chess game HE is playing. All the while and still at stand reciting, yet commanding the cards to please her every command.&nbs

     (THE REAPER THAT IS NAME ARIUS)     “DEATH, REBIRTH, OR REINCARNATION, WHICH ONE WILL YOU CHOOSE?”     “Tsk!” clicking his tongue in dismay, as he woke up from that same old dream and where his world spun into the different side and turns into 360 degrees around.      He sat up sitting now unto his couch as the dimly lighted room of his apartment only worsen the very dread and like a drawing pure horror of his life. He looks at the bright full moon overlooking the entire city of the night inside the penthouse and the most expensive one in the entire city wherein he owns, yet disappointedly got.      He whispers. “But I got the latter than the one I’ve chosen, right?”     Blaming someone for the life and very existence that made him