(PRETTY COMMANDMENT) “WAKE UP, DANIELA!” Expressionless and undeterred by what she is seeing in front of the mirror in her little world and void. She in her presence and appearance is similar to the Supreme One, and the only one who had such features, unlike the rest. Is in the middle of her own space with a bit of not wanting to do a thing for a moment. “Tsk!” She smirks, irritated and not even in the slightest mood to receive such a visitor nor she wanted any company at the moment. Despite being the prim and proper one among the rest. “You know that you are not invited in here, right?” Her words are insulting in a way, considering that the pentagram and gate that was drawn and shown with the hue and belongs to her senior, is someone that she should respect. As it is thought to her in that way. She didn’t even look back and instead drops his name unaffectionate. “Carlos.” With a huge grin and call us to the cold treatment of their little com

(BOTH LIGHT AND DARK) “THE perfect time.” With a sinister smile drawn unto her face, followed by a giggle with the tone that the other three will immediately know that it was her. She immediately made her way into the gate and perfectly into the place where she is meant to be. “I see.” She whispers, stepping out of the gate and quickly surveying the place with the beings that she expects to meet at that moment. She wastes no time and went her way into the place where she is once created, pulled, and owns the personality that is the half darkness of the now awakened holder. “You know what to do. Take your place and bring that person back to where she should be.” Emie’s words are echoing suddenly inside her mind. Words that she didn’t like nor hate, but something in between. But for all else no matter how she would try to protest about the inevitable, she couldn’t do anything. “I hear you, I knew what to do, as I am on my way to that place.” A l

(TIME) THE stage is set as the needed pieces are in place. In this little mini-play, HE draws the kind of smile that HE considers perfect with the words that he says. “Shall we head on to the game?” A few seconds of silence took place. With the pieces still head low and bowing. The definition of loyalty sounded. “As you wish, Supreme One.” Pauleen’s words, that proud tone, and the superiority complex that she is presenting in front and slapping it towards Valerie. Their little feud isn’t that unknown to HIM, nor the Mistress, and by the moment is rubbing the patience that Valerie has inside. “That is enough, Pauleen.” The familiar voice echoes, along with the steps that they knew. From the sim-lighted corner, she slowly appears and walks towards the side of the Master, with her face bright and with a sinister smile. “Why did you stop her, Chie?” The name that HE can only say with a casual tone and sometimes with superiority. All above an

(MEMOIR) ‘WAKE UP! WAKE UP! HOLDER OF ARIES! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! PAULEEN!’ The chanting that is getting on the nerves of the holder, Pauleen. Making it painful with each passing second and somehow ringing past her ears and into her head. “Wake up. That’s all that you needed to do.” Her other self. The one who was introduced to be her darkness. The past of her darkness. Smiling wide and sinisterly which is making her uncomfortable and doubtful of everything that is happening. “Stay away from me!” The holder, Pauleen, screams while in pain and in anger from the chanting that is getting louder and more painful with each passing second. “You cannot run away from the truth and the inevitable, Pauleen.” The words that are taunting her. Adding to the burden that she already had and is inflicting the pain that she doesn’t want to have nor to ever feel. “Where is my sister?’ She suddenly asks. Now bothered that for a while now had been explai

(DARK WORLD) HE draws HIS usual sinister smile. Amused, no, HE is enjoying every bit of what HE is seeing right now. Doing the things that HE could simply ask one of HIS pawns to do. Yet, the way HE wrote this entire book is what it is currently dictating right now. “Aren’t I a genius?” HE asks while giggling and making Valerie and Clayden shiver from deep within their core. But then they couldn’t let it show, nor even breathe a sign of it. Let alone and worse, speaking about it. “No.” HE protested, changing the premise and claim. “I am a genius. For who else will it be? I am GOD after all.” The darkness somewhat spreads but unlike the miasma of the known evil that everyone knew. The type of darkness that slowly surrounds them is different. Something that doesn’t taunt, nor will be able to hurt someone. It can provoke and convince, where everything about it is the equivalent of the light that balance everything. “Good and bad, light and dark, the oppo