(RIVALS)
“I DO NOT WANT HIM, HE’S A MONSTER!”
MONSTER.
The word that drills inside an innocent mind of a seven years old child, with the particular pair of eyes which color resembles a mix of dark to light blue eyes of a garrus that marks him to be the very image of the living nightmare of his so-called mother.
“Why are you saying that, he is your son!”
“He is not my son as I do not even know if he is even a human begin with!”
Hiding in the corner as he’s peeking at the side of the door hearing and witnessing the argument of his parents that’s becoming their trend and dairy r
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(THE CURSE BLOOD) “JUST WHO AM I?” He often asks, as the mistress of the dark void and known mother to him, yet a master and his teacher hum a melody while combing his hair. Sitting on her lap as his crimson mix red-colored eyes that resemble the sunset illuminated in his dim room and inside the void of darkness and dreams the mistress rules, guards, and controls, she smiles as she looks at him in amusement asking a question instead. “Who do you think you are, then?”
(THE BOOK) “HAVING fun, aren’t we?” Smiling sinisterly and satisfactory, HE faces the witch and mistress of the dreaming void as HE confirms. “You can say that, but for now I am quite interested in the choices they will about to take. Winning or losing I can still get what I want, for I am God!” He giggles echoing his laugher to the dim castle of the mistress and asking. “Chie.” &n
(THE ROSES) “La, la, la, la, la…” Humming an eerie sound in the tone of a nursery rhyme of ‘Bla-Bla black sheep’. A light but echoing footstep is engulfing the entire place as a silhouette of a girl with a deep red colored eye that resembles blood, illuminated in that dim place under the bright full moon. With her reddish-brown hair and picture-perfect modeled walk, she smiles cunningly as she looks in front of the ‘Death Temple’. “Shall I?” She whispers teasingly asking herself in a sinister tone playfully playing the game that she is very known with. Gently held a bright
(SPELLS AND SONGS) HUMMING is an eerie melody that she favors more than the modern songs that rule the current world to what it is. She draws a wave pattern in two unto the waters of her crystal and silver pattern with a dash of gold bathhouse she privately owns and within the vicinity of her mansion. Smiling contently as the steam covers her body into the shadow of her mermaid-like figure, the mark she draws illuminated into its distinct neon deep blue with her whisper and summoning. “Guardian and goddess of water.” Drawing the pentagram of Aquarian’s gate, a bright light reflected into the waters as a beautiful blue mermaid with an aqua blue eye, ocean blue light to deep royal colored wavy hair smiles reflecting the same colored eyes of its holder as it bows greeting. “Master.”  
(PANDORA’S BOX) “THIS GAME.” Starring somehow blankly into space, her eyes reflected the elemental holder as you will see her in an eye to eye. Somewhat observing the holder as it walks into the hallway and unto the student council floor room, she draws a half-smile unto her face somehow intrigue yet satisfied with what she is seeing. Tapping the glass window of the art club’s room on the 4th floor of the club building opposite to the student council’s in the far north side of the academy, she whispers. “This play is almost at its destructive beginning.” Warning as her sight glances to the corner where the beauty just passes by and within the shadowed corner a silhouette looms observing and vanishing in seconds. Her stares deepen as her eyes dim into a dark hue sensing the inevitable danger and t
(UNCANNY HEARTS) TWINS born at the same star where the other is a male is considered as a curse. Worst if the blood they are carrying is the blood of a clan of shamans and hunters, by which curse under the twins is rooted from a thousand years ago. “I curse upon the land and your blood, the shamans and hunter that will bare a twin will suffer a curse of the heaven and hell. A maiden with pure blood shall be blessed as the boy of her twin will be her demise as the hell’s curse. This I gave you upon, thee.” Wrath, envy, greed, pride, lust, sloth, gluttony, and the very demons represent the seven deadly sins. From the dark war of the pa
(WHITE HAIRED LADY) “THEREis an old told tale.” Listening attentively as she lay on her bed with her mother’s beauty illuminating with its brown-colored eyes and reddish-brown hair. She smiles as her mother caresses her cheeks and hair while listening to her thousand tales. “Once there is a girl, born with the peculiarity no one in the world nor the time had ever laid an eye for.” Enchanted by her mother’s tales as it puts her to sleep and soundly. It w
(WAVERED HEARTS) “I SWEAR, DANIELA.” FARAH! Waking up like she is being cut and slice with a sharp knife and jolted up by force without her consent, she found herself in the dark void of nothingness. Sitting up and shaking her head gently, she could feel the pain that is hitting her like a strum of a drum inside her head. With the blurry visions that’s flashing back, yet she could not recognize what, nor she ever had been as it was not hers all along. A scream somewhat pins her in her place, realizing everything. “Your life will be mine!&rd