All Chapters of DEATH REINCARNATE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

     (PARARELL HEARTS)     “ARE you the death reaper?”     Bedridden and on the brim of death, a helpless boy’s voice echoes in the darkroom he lays upon. To the gold and luxury of his life, the world to whom bows down to him as an heir and owning a powerful name could not be compared to the dream he ever wishes to have. When everything is deemed useless as his richness and power could not buy him a chance to live long nor even see the sun once more.      To the tragic fate he falls where his richness could not predict, he is now laying helpless, living yet dead inside as the only thing that keeps him into this world is the ventilator that&rsquo

           (SATAN’S SON)      DARK and cruel. That is how he thinks this very place to be. With its thick and made high walls, that surrounds the pride and proud Villa of the clan that is respected by everyone. Their strict rules and ways to follow. The richness of their ways, but having the deep cut and restrain to feel rather than the positive emotions in life is the very curse they are carrying, yet they did not understand.       "I will be, as I will forever be, the one who will love you for eternity. Your twin and not, but your destined one. I will surely find you.”     Now, coming across the path

           (TAINTED HEARTS)            SNAPPING her finger as clocks emerges and surround her. She smiles looking at the mirror as it reflected her jet black eye color. Smiling in content, as she waves raises her hand like harmonizing the ticking seconds of the clocks that surround her. A knock on her room’s door stole her attention. Knowing forth as she had anticipated it all and unto this day and moment, between time, reality and dreams. She snaps her fingers as the clocks disappear, to the dark void that she just dwells in everything slowly vanishes turning the endless void back to a bright room that perfectly pictured a queen’s chamber.             Standing up from her bed

(DIRECTION OF LIGHT) ON the thickest branch of the big and old Sakura tree, he leans his back on its trunk and sitting comfortably while he is gazing up the bright full moon. Arthur could not help, but laugh and smile for himself and the fate that he crosses and took now. Somehow counting the Sakura flower petals that slowly falling with the aid of the gentle wind and moving in a steady, graceful, and swirling pattern. He reaches his hand, and a petal falls unto his palm. With the bright light of the moon that forms a silhouette of his shadows. He gazes at the petal, where the Maiden’s image draws from his memory. He grasps the petal and quickly. With his palm close and with force, a mix of wanting, regret and hate draws to his face. He leans his head to the tree, then he remembers the clan’s elders’ words that then echo unto his ears like it was just yesterday. “A curse will always be a curse.” The child that should be dead the day that he is born, finally come back to ruin everyt

           (BLOOD HOWL)           DRIP! DRIP! DRIP!           The sound echoes to the entire mansion as silence is imminent and the storm continues to get worse. To the eerie hallway, to the dim corners, the fast-asleep servants, and the long-running time of the peculiar and particular stormy night. A hum slowly is being heard as a song plays and echoes together with the symphony of the music box that does not exist.            “Die, die, die, just what should I do?”           A little girl's voic