Semua Bab DEATH REINCARNATE : Bab 11 - Bab 20

           (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 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

     (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

           (WHITE HAIRED LADY)            “THERE is 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

     (HARU CROSS)      “BORN in the same heavens, but not in the different world. You who only exist in this world, but not in the first, just what is your worth in this cycle of life and death?”      Truth and lies. Those are the words that are keeping Haru’s life sane and on the ground, upon knowing the truth of his world and his very identity. Now looking at the person that just claims to be the highest of all divine, he cannot help, but be in torn pieces in between good and bad, life and death and light and dark. Gritting his teeth as he is frozen on his stance and tightly gripping his sword as its blade is on the neck of the enemy he’s pinning on the wall, but marking IT’s sinister smile in front of him. He took a deep breath as he looks back at IT with his conviction and will, yet boiling anger inside.       “I am who I think I am, as my birth, blood, and