So yeah, I wanted to continue writing again but I was really unhappy with the previous 'Taqea'. I've re-read the whole thing and damn it was… horrible!
Maybe I'm just too hard for myself or maybe I've just seen the light, but I'm going to re-write this story in a (hopefully) good one!
It will still has tragic and horror and all the wiz, but this time I'm doing even more my best!
I'm also thinking about re-writing 'Endless Silver Spade' or just to delete it and make a based-on story.
Anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own DGM! It belongs to Katsura Hoshino! (whispers: she's A.W.E.S.O.M.E)
Prologue
I am caged in this chamber for so long, so long that I can't remember the days maybe even the years.
Though it would seem much longer to me than it actually is, a thousand years for me could in reality be just a month or less.
This chamber is like an eternal darkness, every spark of light you had would be sucked out the minute you enter, such a lonely place full of despair. To be honest, I'm not alone in here. There are more persons but they lost their mind a long time ago, their eyes are hollow as they wander endlessly. Not only their eyes are the signs of those whom had give up, their body's also slowly loosed their original shape, becoming more like a skeleton wrapped in a blanket of a black liquid dripping as they walk.
No one in here speaks to one another, to afraid or to hollow to even care, even those who haven't given up yet don't speak to each other, scared to be betrayed at the last moment. I tried to talk to them though, but it is in vain, they just back away and walk onward. It doesn't matter against whom I try to speak, angels, demons and even the humans just try to avoid me acting like it's my fault that they are locked up in this dreadful place.
'Maybe it is my fault' is something I often think, remembering my life before this….
Argh, these chains are really annoying, I rattle the chain that is locked around my neck. I'm the only one in this place with a chain, it limits my magic power. Haha maybe I'm just too hard to handle for those pathetic guards. Well anyway, I am going to get out of here, I don't care if they like it or not.
There is something important I have to do, and I can't do it when I'm locked up now can I? My eyes follows another hollow one as he passes by, his right arm is missing -probably eaten by one of the others- and one of his leg is twisted backwards, it's really gruesome but everything here is.
I shake my head and tried to remember where I was, oh yeah, outside…. Even though it will be hard, I already have a plan and I'm sure that it's going to work. It has to work, no it must work.