A very empty home, devoid of all form of happiness, and trapped in a lingering state of painful silence. A bloody red and sharpened knife, pierced slowly and painfully, like the beating heart of a sin, of the man who was devoid of sin, and full of mere innocence. A man whose naiveté began to unfold the events that would eventually lead to his own demise. Colors of the rainbow scattering across the world around him, and a body beginning to rot and fall to the ground.
Red like the most beautiful of roses, is the color of the knife that is pierced through his heart, and is the color of the heart that is pierced with the knife.
White like the most beautiful snowflakes, is the color of the eyes that begin to lose their vision from the world that defines reality, and the color of the eyes of the sympathy-less murderer that stabs the knife.
Black like the most menacing of shadows, is the color of the vision of the one who is murdered, the one who begins to lose a very tight grip on the world he defines as reality, and the color of the soul of the murderer, a soul full of sin and devoid of the embodiment of good.
Yellow like the painfully beautiful flares of the sun of above, is the color of the hall that the murder takes place, lit up by the most valiant flames of torches that never go out, and the windows that show a world full of destruction, yet peaceful at the same time.
Orange like the colors of the most beautiful of sunsets, is the color of the flames of the torches that never fail go out, even in the coldest of conditions, and the color of the arm of the murderer full of sin.
Pink like the most beautiful of hearts that blossom on a fancy Valentine's day, is the color of the love that the hallucination embodies, the one that taunts the heart of the murdered, devoid of pure sin, and filled with true kindness.
Green like the greenest of grass, in the freshest fields on a beautiful summer's day, is the color of the clothes of the murderer that shows her true self, the one that taunts and kills the man devoid of sin and destruction.
Blue like the deepest of oceans, and the most beautiful seas that the world has to offer, is the color of the sadness that fills the heart of the one that is murdered, and the one that lays in deep silence, and is the color of the deafening silence and painful death that lurks throughout the judgement hall the murdered lays in.
So, now, who am I, the one of naiveté and innocence who is murdered?
Was I always the true sinner that lurked within the shadows, using the seven heavenly virtues that are the embodiment of my soul as merely a disguise?
And who is the true sinner behind all of this? Am I the pulling the strings, or am I the puppet whose strings are continuously pulled by a greater evil that hides in the shadow?
But now, my realization has become one no longer in a mere dream, and the reality I live in is the one I am forced to leave once and for all.
Chara. Embodiment of the devil's power itself. Who do you think you are to play with my soul?
I am the angel, yet I am the devil. I am both the beauty and the beast. I am the sinned and the sinner. I am judgement, and I am repentance. You mistake me for nothing, yet I am everything. I, am, the embodiment of both pacifism and genocide.
You fool. You made the mistake that will cost you your life.
Your DETERMINATION, your LOVE and your EXP won't save you. Now tell me;
How much EXP are you truly worth, Devil?