[ IN WHICH SHE GETS AN INVITATION ] The day is slowly turning into night. The once bright sky dotted with fluffy clouds has been replaced by a warm, orange blanket, covering the lands with a yellowish-red glow.Nearly half the day is gone, and I haven’t gotten any information on the man I have been searching for. My last hope is the quiet, moody girl with white hair who gives everyone around her the cold shoulder. Her name, Jacqueline. I lean against the door, watching her walk in and out of her room several times with several clothes. It looks like she's going out, but not for a romantic affair I suppose. She is dressed in her usual combat uniforms. She doesn't bother to use the mirror in her room as she brushes her hair.While I couldn't step out of the Grand Alkhemi for the past three weeks, I used my isolation time to the fullest, and that was utilized by exploring the Mansion. I explored secret compartments and followed staircases that led to magnificent rooms with beautiful v
[ IN WHICH SHE MEETS AN OLD FRIEND ]A tavern is a bar. If I had known this, I wouldn’t have walked with Jacqueline. The bar is hundreds of conversations told in loud voices, all of them competing with the other that dominates the atmosphere. A noisy place like this isn’t my scene. A bar is the last place anyone would find me. Everyone— even my fans back on earth know this. Don't get me wrong, I am not some innocent duckling who hasn't had alcohol in her life. In the past, I have struggled with alcohol dependency. It started while I was struggling to fit into the model industry at such a young age. Those days are the depressing times that I'll never want to recall. And being here in the tavern doesn't help matters. I'm only reminded of the articles that spread the internet that depressing night. It featured me, half-naked and puking on the roadside. That taught me a lesson; almost ruined my career. So, when I say I do not want to be here, I mean it. However, I cannot leave, because
[ IN WHICH SHE MEETS THE BROTHER ] “Luca?” My eyes are wide as I take in the appearance of the man I surely thought had died. “Oh my God. Did they take you too? How did you get here? Luca, are you okay?” I am sincerely shocked, and concerned that he is here, which means that I wasn't the only one who had been abducted by the King. I gush at him, a little relieved to see a familiar face, even though we were never on good terms. But, someone snorts. Swirling in the pool of confusion, I turn my head to see one of the three males, laughing; laughing at my questions. With wet eyebrows furrowed, I look back at Luca’s red hair. He is grinning. His dark, almond eyes watches me, the way they always have. “Oh, Nobi.” He pouts, balancing his posture on the red cane in his hold. “Does it look like I have been abducted?” I trail my eyes down his body and shoes. He is dressed in his usual style; a floral shirt, light colored pants with expensive polished, black shoes. His clothes look clean fo
[ IN WHICH SHE GETS A CONNECTION ] “That bastard betrayed me!” I jolt when he screams again. “He stabbed me in the back. Someone who was supposed to be a brother to me! He pinned me to the ground—right here on this ground.” He points his index finger at the ground, stomping his feet aggressively while seated. I turn away from the scary sight, only to look back once he has calmed down. “Your King cut off my wings the minute we got out of heaven. He wanted to be the only one with power.” Luca laughs bitterly. “That prick!” His face morphs into anger. “He didn’t want anyone else to compete with him for the position of King. He wanted to be God. He wanted to be the devil. And he wanted me to be the demon to his devil. The angel to his God.” He angrily throws his cane over my head. My heart rate picks up at his violent display of emotions. “See there? He is the reason why I have called you here. Sin has been a very, very, very bad boy. And he must be punished. But I cannot punish him o
[ IN WHICH SHE IS A TORTURED AND SAVED ] I have felt the heat of the scorching sun. Been bruised by the steam from a kettle. Accidentally burnt myself while playing with the flames from a candle. I have felt heat so intense that I have gone unconscious; however, none of those incidents from my childhood are equivalent to the pain I feel right at this moment. Luca shows no mercy as he holds the hot rod to my skin. I jerk my head back, trying my hardest to get away from the burning item. My mouth is open wide as screams of terror escape. “Please!” I scream, begging Luca to stop. “Please, stop.” Tears fall down my face. … [i always wondered why i never cried as a child. and now, i know. it was because i had left pain so maddening in my past life, so nothing on earth could measure up to the pain i would go through in Alkhemi] … The rod burns through the fabric of my clothes, burning into my belly. I let out a scream as the room becomes hot, like a sizzling summer. The sound of my s
[ IN WHICH SHE MAKES A CONFESSION ]Luca isn't dead. The pointy edge of the smokey sword can be seen, sticking out of Luca's back. Sin had driven the blade through his heart, leaving the hilt out of his body; however, the red-haired man is not dead. He is supposed to be, but he's not. He looks up at Sin from his position on the ground, a devilish smile playing on his lips. The weird scene doesn't faze the King, but it makes me squirm in discomfort. Sin snaps his head to me, taking his grey eyes off his bleeding brother. His intense gaze causes my breathing to hitch. I jolt in my seat when he moves closer to me. I don’t know if I jolt at something else, or because he looks deadly at the moment. It is most definitely the latter. In the time frame of a second, Sin killed five men. He may have done worse to the guards that have been surrounding the building. Who knows how many bodies he crushed the moment he crashed into the building with full force. He sent the walls crumbling down. H
[ IN WHICH SHE STARTS A FIRE ] Lies. A false statement made with deliberate intent to deceive; an intentional untruth.Sin lied to me. How do I know? It is the same with what the woman from the open market said, ‘dead people can tell when someone's dead’. And the same thing goes for the living. The living can tell when someone's alive. I can feel Rome. I can feel his claws tugging at my heart as he calls out to me. I can hear him telling me to come to him. I can feel him more closer than ever now. He is lurking at the back of my mind, making it difficult to forget about him. He is telling me he's waiting for me; he's alive. He is not dead. Sin said he was dead. He lied.Why do people tell lies? They tell lies, because they are frightened by the truth. They are terrified of the reality that will come from the truth. Even a powerful King like Sin is terrified of the truth. Whoever this Rome is, he's afraid that I'll find out who he is. Possibly because he's afraid I might fall in
[ IN WHICH SHE IS ON FIRE ] Smoke fills the hallways in no time. The maids and several other workers from the mansion run helter skelter as they search for buckets of water and other items that can be used to put out the fire. I stand still, amidst the chaos I have created, waiting for the huge, brown door to fall off. My vision gets blurry, and my view of the door gets blurred out by the smoke, and, soon, I begin to cough. My oxygen gets cut off. I grow impatient waiting for the door to come off. Unsatisfied with the way my plan has turned out, I look around to see the fire is already being put out by the workers. I didn't think through this before I decided to set the door ablaze. Not having the time and energy to stop the maids and servants, I need to find another way to break open the door. The house isn't entirely made up of wood, but bricks, so the fire doesn't do much damage as I had hoped. I spot a small metallic chair by a corner. It looks like one of those chairs one cou