(Written by @Gummi Bunnies.)
-Prelude to the Thoughts-
"Pause"
To what color am I dyed?
The size of the dyed thing changes because of the difference of the dyed color.
I can grow up if it dyes to good people color.
I want to dye me to such a color.
To what color am I dyed?
The color to be dyed changes under the influence of the private life.
Walking down the hallway that would lead to my office, I could hear the pounding of rain outside. Rain. The sound of rain always leads me to remember things. Things that I wish to store away to the deepest depths of my memories. Those certain memories aren't important to me as of now. Such memories would only drag me down from what I have to achieve, and then I can look back at those memories once I reach what I desire.
It is like those types of times where I wished that the rain wouldn't come back so often to haunt me with the memories I want to bury and bury six feet under. Those haunting memories happen to be so alluring to my curiosities, beckoning me to look out the hallway window and watch the rainfall descend onto the barren city outside. It is the time where I wonder... if the rain is the same every time I see it come down to the earth.
"Well, isn't there something that we can discuss at the moment? Like the results of the Nephilim's mission?"
Diverting my eyes away from the rainfall, I look upon a trusted individual of mine, despite his obvious delusions and insanity. A crazed individual like him is capable of time travel, and to come to that peak of life, I come to realize that he has the initiative to what he wants to achieve... going at such feats to achieve what he wants. To some extent, that is why I tolerate his presence and need his assistance...
"He knows what to do. I gave him the order, so he will do it according to what I had told him. Add, go and collect information on past users of the key. If anybody that knows you would ask of your doings, say that you're finding the key to your true past."
Upon hearing my command, the time traveler smiled eerily, a time rift opening up behind him. I allowed him to take several data scans of the key, so he would be aware of what he was getting himself into. A blink passes by me, and soon, I see him no more. The time rift closing up completely and disappearing from my sights. With him off to do work, the youkai working on the vessel below, the Nephilim off to finish another test for me, and other operations... I can have the privilege of privacy.
Wrapping my hands around the door knob, I enter my office and shutting myself away from the rest of the building and the rain outside. All I heard was the ticking of the clock mounted on the wall. Even so, I was completely alone. I had time before I would be encountered by any of my right-hand individuals. Taking my seat at my desk, my hands drifted over at one of the drawers, which had a keyhole in it now. Requiring a specific key now, I pull out the key that I've worked so hard to obtain and to extract it's power from it and it's human vessel. Grim the End. The Vessel of Wrath.
I chuckle lightly at the thought, that I was using the physical embodiment of Wrath to unlock a certain drawer of my desk open... Brushing the thoughts of this scenario to the side, I pull the unlocked drawer open, revealing a journal... an aged journal. It's been awhile since I've had the time to look at this piece of history once again.
I knew there were certain memories that I shouldn't indulge myself into, but to be truthful... there is some that I can't help but look at. I convince myself that these memories are no harm to me, but I feel as if I shouldn't be looking at them anyways. Guilty pleasures that I wish that I did not indulge myself into...
Opening the journal up to it's first page, I recognize the date that was listed on the top of the page, and I immediately realize when this journal was first started. About three years ago... some time right before I had started this Institute of Blood... Emptiness filling up my insides, I feel as if this journal would help me recall the memories that'll assist me to my goal.
At the time, I did not know that memories can both drag me down and lift me up, but I'll only figure that out later on... when it was already too late. Guiding my finger towards the first set of words to this journal entry, I begin to softly read the contents of the journal to myself.
"December 2nd, 2013. Up until these days now, I've decided to begin writing a journal. Unless I somehow forget my name, my name is Eliza Xena, and this is what happened to me today..."
I degenerate if it dyes to villain color.
The color for which I hope is a color with high brightness.
I want to become beautiful mind.
I want to become it.
-Prelude to the Thoughts-
"Pause"
To what color am I dyed?
The size of the dyed thing changes because of the difference of the dyed color.
I can grow up if it dyes to good people color.
I want to dye me to such a color.
To what color am I dyed?
The color to be dyed changes under the influence of the private life.
Walking down the hallway that would lead to my office, I could hear the pounding of rain outside. Rain. The sound of rain always leads me to remember things. Things that I wish to store away to the deepest depths of my memories. Those certain memories aren't important to me as of now. Such memories would only drag me down from what I have to achieve, and then I can look back at those memories once I reach what I desire.
It is like those types of times where I wished that the rain wouldn't come back so often to haunt me with the memories I want to bury and bury six feet under. Those haunting memories happen to be so alluring to my curiosities, beckoning me to look out the hallway window and watch the rainfall descend onto the barren city outside. It is the time where I wonder... if the rain is the same every time I see it come down to the earth.
"Well, isn't there something that we can discuss at the moment? Like the results of the Nephilim's mission?"
Diverting my eyes away from the rainfall, I look upon a trusted individual of mine, despite his obvious delusions and insanity. A crazed individual like him is capable of time travel, and to come to that peak of life, I come to realize that he has the initiative to what he wants to achieve... going at such feats to achieve what he wants. To some extent, that is why I tolerate his presence and need his assistance...
"He knows what to do. I gave him the order, so he will do it according to what I had told him. Add, go and collect information on past users of the key. If anybody that knows you would ask of your doings, say that you're finding the key to your true past."
Upon hearing my command, the time traveler smiled eerily, a time rift opening up behind him. I allowed him to take several data scans of the key, so he would be aware of what he was getting himself into. A blink passes by me, and soon, I see him no more. The time rift closing up completely and disappearing from my sights. With him off to do work, the youkai working on the vessel below, the Nephilim off to finish another test for me, and other operations... I can have the privilege of privacy.
Wrapping my hands around the door knob, I enter my office and shutting myself away from the rest of the building and the rain outside. All I heard was the ticking of the clock mounted on the wall. Even so, I was completely alone. I had time before I would be encountered by any of my right-hand individuals. Taking my seat at my desk, my hands drifted over at one of the drawers, which had a keyhole in it now. Requiring a specific key now, I pull out the key that I've worked so hard to obtain and to extract it's power from it and it's human vessel. Grim the End. The Vessel of Wrath.
I chuckle lightly at the thought, that I was using the physical embodiment of Wrath to unlock a certain drawer of my desk open... Brushing the thoughts of this scenario to the side, I pull the unlocked drawer open, revealing a journal... an aged journal. It's been awhile since I've had the time to look at this piece of history once again.
I knew there were certain memories that I shouldn't indulge myself into, but to be truthful... there is some that I can't help but look at. I convince myself that these memories are no harm to me, but I feel as if I shouldn't be looking at them anyways. Guilty pleasures that I wish that I did not indulge myself into...
Opening the journal up to it's first page, I recognize the date that was listed on the top of the page, and I immediately realize when this journal was first started. About three years ago... some time right before I had started this Institute of Blood... Emptiness filling up my insides, I feel as if this journal would help me recall the memories that'll assist me to my goal.
At the time, I did not know that memories can both drag me down and lift me up, but I'll only figure that out later on... when it was already too late. Guiding my finger towards the first set of words to this journal entry, I begin to softly read the contents of the journal to myself.
"December 2nd, 2013. Up until these days now, I've decided to begin writing a journal. Unless I somehow forget my name, my name is Eliza Xena, and this is what happened to me today..."
I degenerate if it dyes to villain color.
The color for which I hope is a color with high brightness.
I want to become beautiful mind.
I want to become it.
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