Into the World of Twisted Wonderland Pt 2

👑 The Beautiful Tyrant: Chapter 65 👑

A/N: Whew! Sorry guys about the wait! Here's the long awaited chapter! I had to split one long paragraph into like 3 paragraphs but I think you guys will figure which ones I'm talking about!

Anyway, since my externship ruined my chances of posting on Saturday I can confidently say that there will be two chapters THIS SATURDAY since I need to hurry and finish Book 5 by the time school starts. I'll start producing more chapters now! (7/24/24)

Angel groans and slowly opens her eyes, wincing in slight pain as she gets up, feeling a familiar thick liquid underneath her. She looked around, seeing the familiar darkness she has seen four times before, but for some reason, this felt different. It felt dangerous. Why though? She thought about it for a moment. She actually felt that something was weird the entire day. Aside from the fact of Vil's potential sabotage, it felt like something was off. Could it have been Vil's magic? For some reason, she felt that his magic became a little dangerous as the day went by. It was darker, and evil. Almost like...she's seen that power before. Pain suddenly started to fill her head, making her groan at the pain, clutching her head in an attempt to relieve herself of it. "Little one," a familiar voice calls out, getting her attention. "Now is not the time. You have to hurry." There was a sense of urgency in the warning, making her a bit confused. "There is something wrong this time. You have to stop it."

"Huh?" She asks in confusion.

"No time for answers," the voice adamantly says. "Hurry before he has his hold on him."

The statement confused her more as she quickly stood up, feeling that what the voice told her was important. She thought about it for a moment, letting the words sink in. Could this urgency be about the weird feeling she's had all day around Vil? Plus, the voice said a person, he. Who are they talking about? She started walking while letting her mind wander a bit, thinking about the situation while also trying to keep an eye on her surroundings. After all, weird things do happen in the dark, and she did have a habit of attracting things that could probably kill her. As she was walking, she continued to think about what the voice said. That person...have she seen before? Before she was dragged, she did remember seeing a flash of something familiar when everyone was going against Vil, almost as if being in another place at the same time. It was like she seen the scene before, but instead of Vil, it was someone else. But why did it feel so familiar to her? Her head started to throb, making her groan in pain as she tries to recall it. Where did she see it before?

"Yes...remember," another voice whispers, sounding like it has a smile on its face. "Remember and you'll know..." The voice continued, making the pain more prominent, making her have to gran louder. Where did this come from? And why does it seem like...something's missing? She continued to think, trying her best to ignore the pain, but it feels like she was almost on some sort of breakthrough, almost as if she was finally finding something that was buried deep in the ground, but with no recollection of even burying anything in the first place. For some reason, it felt like she had to figure this out soon or something else might happen.

"STOP!" The voice angrily commands, making her flinch as her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the voice. "Do NOT think any further!" The voice commands her. "I will not allow this any further."

"Tsk..." Another voice says, sounding a bit disappointed; however, the disappointment goes away and the voice starts to chuckles. "There is another chance," it says before it disappears, leaving her confused.

"What...was that?" Angel asks, only not to hear anything after her initial question. She waited for a while, thinking that one of the voices might actually respond to her, mainly thinking about the words to say, only for nothing to continue to fill the air around her. She sighed, feeling her annoyance rising at the fact that no one has bothered to answer or even acknowledge her question, but shortly shook it off, focusing on the task at hand. Right. Vil.