(YELLOW)YELLOW, yellow! Sweet like corn, but warm like the sun. You gave the flowers color, and the hue that everyone thinks that lightning has. Yet, what can someone do with the typical color, especially when the requirement is someone’s life?“ENOUGH!”Daniela’s command and screaming. Wherein everyone stops and immediately drops their mana and concealed their guardian gods back to their gates. With Kyle and Arthur that was in the brim of a fight, the Shrine Maiden walks in between the two of them with her disappointed eyes that the two is ashamed for what happened.“I do not want to see anyone fighting with some trivial things that isn’t worth it.”The Shirne Maiden directed it to Kyle, which in response draws back his sword and a few steps away backing out. Heeding the Maiden’s command without any question.“Especially I do not want someone who will try and hurt the person that I’ve known and cared for years.”A punch in the gut that Arthur eases. As he calms his nerve and remind

(BLUE ROSE) THE blue rose. A beautiful hue from the most famous flower a man could give to his lover. A flower that’s hue does not exist, yet was made due to its beauty, uniqueness, and rarity which is the place for everyone to marvel at. “Just like this blue rose, the two of us are someone that shouldn’t exist, yet is here. My dear me, Alliah.” Wide eyes and in horror. Alliah is in disbelief at what she is seeing right now. For what’s in front of her is the little girl from the past that was she. “Now, now, now. Do you believe me?” The little girl’s giggle that somewhat flashes the scenes from the past that both Alliah recognizes and does not, is making her mind pound with pain that she screams. “Stop it!” She demanded, which the little girl gladly did. With a snap that echoes, and the tone that brings her with its familiarity that she couldn’t describe what, and of else couldn’t remember where, when, and what. The little girl smiles and wh

(TICKING CLOCK OF BLUE)“UNTIL NEXT TIME, ALLIAH.”The words and the last sentence that Alliah heard and remember from that past. And now that she has witnessed and been relieved that day, she couldn’t help but felt drowned in the darkest pit that she once escapes from. “My past, that darkness and the blood that I have spilled on my hands. I thought I already escape from it all?”She whispers the words and is a bit shivering while doing so. “Don’t you still understand a single thing, Alliah?”The little girl that was her asks of her. Sill taunting and hunting her for something that she rather doesn’t want to look at and not even wanted to think about. But here she is forced and shackled inside her thoughts from the past. Seeing the dread and blood that she created herself. “Just who am I?”The question that she finally asks. That one thought that the little girl that was her is been waiting for so long for her to realize. The core and point for everything of this are to be written

(THE SADNESS OF BLUE) “NOW, can you take the blame, ALLIAH?” Somewhat hearing the same question multiple times now. Alliah is in between good and bad, light and darkness, and hope and dread. As she felt like she is drowning in the thickest dark sea where no one could ever hear her scream. “Do you understand everything right now?” The little girl’s voice is still taunting her. Whispering those words with an eerie tone that is telling her to finally accept everything. And that everything means being into the darkness that she curses and has been running away from for years now. “I don’t understand?” She whispers. Not about the whole thing, but rather what she just saw. “That person, that past, who is he?” Alliah asks in utter confusion and the last step to insanity. Which in turn earned a giggle and quite more from the little girl that was she. “Well, you know him Alliah. Remember, you said his name a while back.” The words hide the d

(HER DARKNESS) “SAY.” With the tone of giggling and the smile that everyone knew and was used to seeing. Jaira’s attention is taken, all along while she is observing and carefully monitoring every move of the commandments in her palace and void of both darkness and light. “Wouldn’t it be convenient for everyone if we just let the daughter of hell be in her current state?” “What do you mean?” Jaira immediately asks, but not that wondering from the words and silly suggestion of one of the commandments. The naughty, and playful one. “Carlos.” She drops his name that in turn made Carlos chuckle and then giggle in delight. While playing with his collection and hunting down heads of the demons that are getting more and more with each passing day. Especially since the death festival is already approaching. “Just think about it.” Carlos continues, deducing the fact and giving the point for his words and suggestions. “If we just let her be in her loya