𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈- 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

We are the watchers of committed sinners,

Whom ceaselessly embracing wickedness,

We witness their doings, yet we don't dare to speak up,

How preposterous.

Amara Scarlet

               Admiring how magically this tree stands even though it's dead, it makes me inspired to be like it. I want to be like this tree, I envy this tree; leafless, dead, already rotten., yet still standing, while me—on the way to drown from my own thoughts, feeling despondent. Wondering why people choose to be alive rather than dead? Yes, being alive is...fun, because you can feel love and experience being loved, you'll feel happiness, but a blessing?. Never. Living is not all about pleasures, basing in my own experience? Not even close.

Reality is too far away from that, it's horrifying. People will hide in others' shadows just to be saved, some people chose to end it, some people who are completely insane...chose to be alive and endure suffering. Isn't that absurd?

"Ms. They are here." Said by a familiar female voice that I suppose to be Angela– one of my high ranked servants. Without even looking at her, I replied, "Since when?" I asked while my gaze was now locked on a black colored butterfly fluttering its wings towards me, "Just now, Ms" she answered, her tone is polite– as she should be. Raising one of my eyebrows, I raised my hand as the butterfly continued its way towards me, it seemed like it got attracted in some way. "And they looked vexed Ms." she added. Parting my lips, a cold chuckle left on my lips, "How so?" I asked her, calmly. I heard her gulp and breathed silently before replying, "They said, they hate the souls you've sent Ms."

"And what did they do?"

"They're so furious Ms. that they..." She paused as I heard her breathing start to get shaky. My eyebrows raised as she remained silent, "Continue" I demand calmly yet firm, "T-they attacked one of our castles...they all died Ms." she said finally blurting it out. Hearing her replies, I can't help but to let out another chuckle. Finally, the butterfly successfully landed on my index finger, turning around. My gaze is still on the butterfly that seems like staring at me back, "They dared to disrespect me?" I muttered in disbelief, shaking my head slowly, "Insolents".

Angela on the other hand widened her eyes as she knelt down on the cold floor, covering her pointed ears, squeezing herself on the corner like a pitiful snail, as the surroundings started to quake. Shutting her amber eyes close, she let out a shaky breath as she covered herself, her tail placed on her feet. Everything on the wall starts to fall and destroy while the chandeliers on the ceiling are swinging back and forth making its screws loose; a clue that it's gonna fall down.

The butterfly on the woman's hand starts floating without its wings flapping and slowly crushed into pieces as the woman's body starts to get fiery, not visible on the sight but you can clearly feel the dark and flaming aura around that woman, sending chills on the lady's spine. Its blood splatter on the woman's face, some directly to her eyes making her iris seem like bleeding for its scarlet-like colour–, then to her reddish blood coloured-like lips. As she raises her hand everything starts to shake more violently, a sudden hand placed on Angela's shoulder making everything in her sight turn to darkness.