Keylo
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“Tales of heart-wrenching sibling love, of touching sacrifices span from heaven to hell… Out of dear respect for my beloved acquaintances, two stars that are fated to be apart shall be crossed in this world ruled by a witch…fufufu~”
The natural order shall be torn asunder. Neither the hells nor heavens can deny such…
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A blinding flash of white light…light which resolves into fleeting glimpse of fragments that had passed, as whispers of the past fly by one by one…
All these memories and more rush through one's mind as the light persists, filling oneself with warmth, with breath that had been stolen...as if bringing one back to life as the light and visions fade...
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Crackling from a broken wire…the smell of burnt flesh…the uncomfortable feeling of bare flesh against asphalt….
Such are the sensations that are registered in one’s mind as one finally emerges from what feels like an unending dream…as what memories of previous times finally begin to disappear, to allow the present to regain control once again. No doubt, signaling the start of a new game.
As before, one finds oneself with nothing to their name once again. No weapons for self defense, no tools for convenience, not even clothes upon one’s back…yes, this was no doubt the start of a new game.
Yet certain things were… different, from before. For one, the location was a familiar place, at least so one’s memories would lead one to believe. It was the site of the final encounter, a parking garage underground, if one recalled... Albeit, this time unlit, and mostly shrouded in darkness, but unmistakably the same place as before.
A short distance away from one’s awakening point, laid a circle of candles, a reversed pentagram painted in red upon the stony ground… And there, pinned at its limbs within the circle with long iron spikes, roughly two feet long a piece, was what appeared to be a bony corpse, with blue hair… apparently having decayed as a result of time. No doubt the result from “that” time…
More importantly though, although one had been liberated of one’s possessions…this time, unlike before, one felt their mind, although clouded still in a sense, to be far more clear than the first awakening… one’s personal past more clear than before, and one’s body far more responsive to one’s whims…a vast improvement if anything.
Last, but not least of all, was of course…the initial presence of a significant other…a boon that had not been granted before. Was this an act of compassion?...Or preparation for cruelty to come?...
The natural order shall be torn asunder. Neither the hells nor heavens can deny such…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A blinding flash of white light…light which resolves into fleeting glimpse of fragments that had passed, as whispers of the past fly by one by one…
Conjoined rooms parted by a mirror…
"Who is it? Who's there? Is that you Pollusia? This isn't funny, where am I?"
A world of darkness, twisted and grim…
"To think you'd make it this far in our Lady's game...unbelievable."
A safe haven, that shielded from evil…
“I am Reina, the Maitress de Salut and head of this establishment.”
A fated encounter with a servant of blue…
”And so we meet again little pets~ Shall we play to the content of our hearts now?”
A cry of hopeless despair…
”There’s too many! We can’t stop them!…”
And of course…the final confrontation…
"Curse the hand fate has dealt you, cry out in despair as all hope is lost, for as the Witch of -------- I guarantee that there will be no miracle to save you from inescapable destiny!~”
A heart pierced multiple times, a cry of triumph, a final wish…
”I wish…”
…A sinister and sadistic smile.
"Fufufufu~...
"Who is it? Who's there? Is that you Pollusia? This isn't funny, where am I?"
A world of darkness, twisted and grim…
"To think you'd make it this far in our Lady's game...unbelievable."
A safe haven, that shielded from evil…
“I am Reina, the Maitress de Salut and head of this establishment.”
A fated encounter with a servant of blue…
”And so we meet again little pets~ Shall we play to the content of our hearts now?”
A cry of hopeless despair…
”There’s too many! We can’t stop them!…”
And of course…the final confrontation…
"Curse the hand fate has dealt you, cry out in despair as all hope is lost, for as the Witch of -------- I guarantee that there will be no miracle to save you from inescapable destiny!~”
A heart pierced multiple times, a cry of triumph, a final wish…
”I wish…”
…A sinister and sadistic smile.
"Fufufufu~...
All these memories and more rush through one's mind as the light persists, filling oneself with warmth, with breath that had been stolen...as if bringing one back to life as the light and visions fade...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Crackling from a broken wire…the smell of burnt flesh…the uncomfortable feeling of bare flesh against asphalt….
Such are the sensations that are registered in one’s mind as one finally emerges from what feels like an unending dream…as what memories of previous times finally begin to disappear, to allow the present to regain control once again. No doubt, signaling the start of a new game.
As before, one finds oneself with nothing to their name once again. No weapons for self defense, no tools for convenience, not even clothes upon one’s back…yes, this was no doubt the start of a new game.
Yet certain things were… different, from before. For one, the location was a familiar place, at least so one’s memories would lead one to believe. It was the site of the final encounter, a parking garage underground, if one recalled... Albeit, this time unlit, and mostly shrouded in darkness, but unmistakably the same place as before.
A short distance away from one’s awakening point, laid a circle of candles, a reversed pentagram painted in red upon the stony ground… And there, pinned at its limbs within the circle with long iron spikes, roughly two feet long a piece, was what appeared to be a bony corpse, with blue hair… apparently having decayed as a result of time. No doubt the result from “that” time…
More importantly though, although one had been liberated of one’s possessions…this time, unlike before, one felt their mind, although clouded still in a sense, to be far more clear than the first awakening… one’s personal past more clear than before, and one’s body far more responsive to one’s whims…a vast improvement if anything.
Last, but not least of all, was of course…the initial presence of a significant other…a boon that had not been granted before. Was this an act of compassion?...Or preparation for cruelty to come?...