deception at its finest.

//is very annoyed by this.

//last episode comes around

@ purpuura

                      ☾ ♔ ♟ ☞ “I never said it was, obaa-san.”

☾ ♔ ♟ ☞ Hibiya replied simply; before turning his head to face her. Brown eyes met the other’s eyes, his mouth twisting into a cheeky little grin. Of course, he’d picked up that little grin from none other than Shuuya Kano.

☄ Old lady. Old lady. Old lady.

☾ ♔ ♟ ☞ The boy seemed to be sleeping in the park. However, at the sound of grass being trampled by smaller children’s feet, his brown eyes started to slowly open. The brunet wasn’t sleeping; just being a lazy kid during such a heated summer.

               ☾ ♔ ♟ ☞ “… What is it?”

☄ The witch had gone out of Violetywnne for the sake of simply doing something. Though, how had she ended up within a park? No matter, she'd find entertainment sooner than expected.

  “… What is it?”

That made her movements stop as she leaned forward even though she was now not far from the questioning male. 

A different side of Isaac showed up now. Though this side still cares for her, but he’s going to be more vulgar than the regular Isaac. Just those words. Only someone who’s given up on something says such a thing. As from the looks of it, she already gave up. How embarrassing. The great and powerful Grisellia The Black acting like this. Eyes narrowing down at her. Giving a dreadful look. His lips forming into a disgusted smirk. 

" You really think witches are bad? How fucking funny. Witches were never supposed to be bad to begin with. it’s just the fucking humans saying shit that shouldn’t be said. They like to feed lies to the other fucking retards. You, Grisellia you deserve everything. You deserve more. You deserve to live better than what you were already living. This is just pure bullshit. " 

You can hear the anger in his voice. The tone being deep too. One that simply didn’t give a shit what humans thought of witches or any kind of creature at all. They treated him way worse. Hell he was almost killed because of them. When he was in that hole they use to throw rocks down there.

" I know you saw when I was down in that hole. They threw rocks at me. They knew I was down there, but none of them bothered to help me. They just laughed at me. I don’t really give a fuck about a mere human anymore. They are fun when you kill them. You get to watch their pitiful face, and cry for help as you take their shitty life away from them. You on the other hand, Grisellia.. I saw the anger and tears from you. I even felt the light magic you used when you threw it down the hole. It hurt me, but I decided to take it. You were the only one who didn’t laugh at me… So I decided that I should protect you. "

" Then explain me, Isaac. I'm a witch that kills people. Tell me how that isn't bad. " Her tone was sharp and hallow. If witches were never meant to be bad, then what did that make her? A good witch?

The very thought of her being a good witch made her laugh. " They bullied me since they knew what I was. They knew despite my light magic, I was bad. " Though, the touch of his hand on her face caused a small flinch to come from her. Had she been unknowingly crying? That's what the cause would be for him doing this. Yet she felt no tears. 

" I witnessed what they did to you. It's what made me want to do a total wipe out out on humans. You didn't deserve that treatment as you had done no wrong. You're the one who deserves more -- who deserves everything under the sun that promotes happiness. Me; I can live without it. "

A small sigh came from her, " I want to kill them so they won't put the blame on you for being a monster. " He didn't deserve to take her blame. He never did. Yet he took it upon himself anyway. " The only monster here is me. Despite my origins, I'm no saint in any sense of the word.

Isaac stiffened. He wasn’t expecting this to happened. He felt terribly guilty now. He should have kept it away forever. No one should have felt how he went through. All that he did, all that he felt is just a shut down for anyone. Especially if it involves his childhood friend/ the person he loves. His eyes were wide open. Just staring at the motionless body. He was afraid. He thought something actually happened to her. Isaac was ready to seal/erase what he just showed her with darkness. But he didn’t want to tamper with her mind anymore. He didn’t want to cause anymore damage to her in any shape or form. To him, what he just did right now caused emotional pain to her. Lips slowly parted away from each other. It was like he almost stopped breathing. It was like his heart just stopped as well. That’s how much he cared about Grisellia. The darkness forming itself around the area. This was something coming from the deep depths of his heart. Hands trembling. It was his fault. Everything was his fault. What he deserves is to be damned for eternity. That’s what he thought. He’ll never be able to receive any affection from anyone. No one loves him.

Isaac tried to speak, but his tongue was frozen. His entire body was frozen. His state of mind fell to when he was a child again. When he was all alone. Still he was all alone, but not like he use to be. They kept him in a hole. With nothing. They left him to starve. They wanted him to die. The way he was down in that hole was something far different from the way he currently was now. From that tears just started to form in his eyes. His facial expression changing. 

The isolation was eating him alive when he was down in that hole. He was only two years old when they had him down there. So it was two years that he was down in that hole with no one. No food, nothing to drink. This built up all the sorrow in his heart. When he finally got out of that hole, the first person he saw was Grisellia. The beautiful girl. From that moment on he didn’t care about being in that hole. But if he had never met her that day.. He would have been something far worst. It would have been a global destruction. Everyone would have tried to kill him. Yet the girl, Grisellia was there before him. Frozen like a statue. It all my fault; he kept saying in his head. Which was why he protected her so much. He didn’t want anyone to tell her that she was just a monster. She was something more than that. She was his saviour. His light. His everything. So when she cried, he felt himself shatter a bit. It was like he could feel her emotions as a child. Comforting her was the best he could. 

Finally words were able to come out of Isaac’s mouth. They were; ” I’m sorry.. I belong better off dead.. ” his voice fading away.

Her muscles finally began contracting and allowing motion; Lung muscles expanding to fill and empty air sacks. Yet her eyes. Her eyes had the glimmer of death and lacked the luster they always held. Her movements were unlike herself; she was like a frightened animal cornered by a larger animal; aimed to become its prey.

One step and her legs were shaking -- This was how she used to be after a bullying incident. Her breathing was silent as if the very sound of it would result in her getting killed. Her lips ere quivering, dead eyes looking down at the ground as her hands grasped on one another in a similar praying gesture yet closer to her chest.

The words from the other made her body tense up -- She couldn't remember hat had happened prior to the seal coming undone. Yet now, her words were hallow and empty; just like her eyes.

" Witches are bad. I'm a witch. I'm going to be burned at the stake for simply being born. "

They flowed too fluidly from her mouth, her eyes hinting nothing regarding the words aside from her trembling body cavity. Only her body cavity held emotion and reaction. Her eyes and words didn't.

Once the weapon was out of his body, the darkness began to surge through his body then into his hands. Inching closer to her. Placing both of his hands onto her cranium. Once his hands made contact the darkness would enter into her head. 

" I hope you’re prepared for this.. "

With that send, everything from his mind went into hers. She was able to see what he went through all those years. Especially the part where he was torn to pieces. When everything was taken away from him. He wanted her to feel how he felt, see how he saw it. It started from when he met her. She was also able to feel what he felt when he first met her. She was able to hear his thoughts. 

Isaac just stood there holding onto her head. Everything just crashed down into her mind. Letting go immediately. He backed away. Waiting to see how she would react to it. This was the reason why he was so loyal to her. He wanted to grab her essence. He was never able to. He was only seen as a loyal god of darkness to her. 

" Now tell me what you think.. Grisellia The Black. "

The sudden invasion of darkness in her mind simply sent her stiff -- No muscles were contracting -- Not even lung muscles expanding for the sake of air. Everything was utterly still within her body. 

The flow of familiar memories -- just from a different point of view simply caused her body to jerk. To be honest, she had shut off any memories that gave the emotion of happiness or any negative feeling; that's why she was always in the state of breaking or making it. 

Don't cry. 

Those words in a memory suddenly sent her body into a utter fit of emotions; those very words had undone that carefully crafted seal on her memories. The sadistic Grisellia the Black was now a woman in a hysterical fit. Going as far as shouting words that a child would shout to ward off their tormentors. 

Now she was grasping her own head, the hysterical shouts getting louder and more focused on help. It would seem the emotions utterly broke her in a sense. Emotions she hadn't felt in so many centuries. 

The pain. The light surging through his flesh. The burning sensation in his chest. He wanted it to stop. It hurt even more since she started to pull it out. He was holding in the pain. He wanted to scream in agony. He hated the light so damn much. He was ready to pull the damn weapon out quickly, but he doesn’t want to do anything to Grisellia. He allowed her to do what she wanted to him. In the end he was just a mere doll for her sick amusement. Just to give her joy. The sick twisted girl. Yet, he loved her so. He wanted to see the smile from when she was a child, not this disgusting smirk. He knew she was gaining satisfaction from this. 

" I know… But if you really want me to tell you.. Let me take hold of your head.. It’ll only take a while. "

You can hear the pain in his voice. His throat was aching. What she said was true. We will always be animals in the end. But that doesn’t mean anything. 

Having now fully removed the weapon from his body cavity, she simply twirled it around from finger to finger in one hand. She was honestly caught a tad off guard with his words. Ah, it's a shame. She wouldn't get to hurt him more.  

Shifting her weight to her other leg, she leaned forward slightly as now, she was curious as to what he'd do. " Hmm. Alright, Isaac. If you change anything, I'm going to apply multiple light blades into you. " A threat that would undoubtedly get carried out. All the while it was said with a smile.

" I give you permission to take hold of my head. " The pain in his voice was the cause of yet another twisted smirk among her lips. Just whatever happened to those smiles as a child? It seems innocence for those smiles was dead and gone; not even her magic could bring that innocence back.

" I may be a fool, but I don’t care. " 

It was actually getting to him now. The light in the said weapon was starting to strain his body. Starting to feel a little bit lightheaded from it. Light was his only weakness, and the only person who has magic such as this is Grisellia. 

" You don’t understand the true meaning as to why I was being loyal.. "

That’s right, he never told her why. He never wanted to tell her. Since she could actually use this against him and have him as her dog for eternity. Of course he wouldn’t mind that, but he wants to be able to receive love from her. Not to be treated like a pet. He didn’t want to question why he was important to her for the ‘plan’.

" You never did care for that. "

Wrapping her hand around the weapon once again, she simply pulled it out yet not fast - Oh no, of course she'd make it hurt eve upon removal. Drawing out each second as little by little it was removed.

" Oh, is that so, Isaac? Is there something you're keeping from me? You know how I get when I want something to get spoken. " He perhaps knew that all too well -- The lengths she'd go to to obtain information from anyone - most of the methods were brutal and often, they didn't live through it.

" Aren't we all animals in the end? Hmm. " She halted her words for a moment, pondering what to say next for once.

He wasn’t expecting this, but he sure did love that look on her face. That face of hers was always so twisted, yet so beautiful. Which was why he loved her. The pain was nothing to him now. Just a mere sting. Once he knew it was her, nothing else mattered. If this was someone else, they would have been dead already. 

" I wasn’t e-expecting this, nor was I-I expecting you. Yet, I can’t get mad at you. I took care of you when you were feeling down after all, and when you were teased. So no matter what you do, I will not get mad at you. G-Grisellia, I love you. " 

" You're a fool. Walking closer to have the weapon go deeper? " A rather demented laugh came from her -- It obvious sanity no longer an option with her mental state. Even if she harbored light magic, it could still drive anyone insane.

" You were always the most loyal to me. And a irreplaceable piece to me.  " Now she was whispering in his ear, slender arms now around him, simply leaving the weapon inside him. " You're vital to this plan coming together, Isaac. " That was apparently her way of returning an ' I love you '. 

A sharp object just went through the backside of his figure. Then slid through the front. What was happening.. He wasn’t even aware of this. Usually he was on guard. The only one who could do go unsensed by him was Grisellia. No, it couldn’t be her. They were childhood friends. Isaac didn’t want to believe it. Turning his entire figure around. He saw the girl standing before him. It was her..

" Why?… “

Only a smirk adorned her features, petite hand still grasping the object used to stab the male before her. And it seems his prayer went unheard as the object was wrapped in a light shell of light ; not one that'd majorly hurt him but it'd add some pain.