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「？？？？」
The time was unknown, the spiral clockwork stairs were lost and led into nothing but a hysteria of a church's bell. Illusion stricken eyes only opening to a false heresy and foolish sins from the cross that only foolish people were nailed to.
There, thorny roses bloomed, a cold radiance in the austere heavens, a villager smiled.
On the cross,「 Villager 1 」was bound to the eternal salvation of mankind, the demised vines with thorns only hung the villager of pink closer to the cross, yet he only smiled curses. The thorns of the roses pierced through the hand of the night, having the「Devil」lurk and the crows cackle in hysteria pacing with the church’s tolls.
It was dark, cold, a piercing chill going up the clacking spines of the eight, now seven, villagers residing at the 「CATHEDRAL」 contained to the brim with nothing but the salvation and revenge to unconfessed sins of civilians, the moon illuminated a vermillion light on the card of pink candy drops that seemingly was ripped apart from life, disintegrating, leaving nothing but crimson stained roses as it's only evidence of it's previous presence.
「 Villager 1 」 's rose that only had the color of a flourishing pink leaving its act with no trace. Ramuda Amemura is gone.
The dawn bell sings loudly.
They have always said to embrace your life.
==Divine Revelation==
「"A noble ancient 「Devil」will be [resurrected].
' One of you ' will be possessed and mercifully bring death to the corrupted souls of villagers. 」
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「The Priest」's voice was devoid of life, matching the body as he read the message his strained hands held, the 「Undertaker」was embalming as the villagers miserably made the sign of the cross but little did they know the curtains have already risen and they have started the neverending corpse dance with the devil.
This is how you start the devil's game of a lying advocate.
A "game" of deception, a gamble relying on a dice responsible for the line between the afterlife and the mortal realm. A challenge of the human's memento mori relying upon the devil as God is no longer in the books. A new eye opens.
「Are you Mr. Schadenfreude?」
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Crosses shamelessly dance on the red roses , "One of us is responsible for what happened to him…." a writer's mask ad-libbing of what seems a reaction of red and covering the mouth, Gentaro, now「Villager 5」, expressed a face of vexation on the departure of a confrére, "...Who ever would do such a horrible thing to 「Villager 1」....?", a scholar of a lavender tinted rose was frightened. Poorly stricken with an emotion of discomposure into tears being haunted by a betê noire. His glasses reflect artistic butterflies that roamed the once flourishing garden reminiscent of bright rich scarlet roses, transforming into moths of ghosts hopelessly wandering a now-graveyard with crimson red roses reminiscent of a bloodbath. A thousand restless souls trapped in an unfair cycle of events caused by the dice from the survival game- Rosho, now「Villager 3」shuddered, a shiver striking the seven seas and seven suns, the game of lies haunted his mind , "The devil, the 'game', or whatever… I don't care about it." a poor worker rubbed his tired eyes. Doppo’s already wine rose, could've been mistaken for death, already on the very tip of life leading to the unknown aftermath having only highlights of a color resembling the sea-like sky holding him together.
"What? Who did it!? Step forward now!!"
「Villager 2」 of black and white, like a scale for life and death to be equal and the trampled soul only unbalances his scale, a tragedy to everyone. An anachronist threatens, a collar straining the masses.
"There's no such thing as the devil, it's impossible…. it's unscientific."
The「Undertaker」coughed with no remorse, a single rose petal kept tucked safely embracing such a life. His hair resembled a poltergeist's grave dance, a blue rose of hellfire he was crowned with. Wishing only for peace of restless souls, the roses left behind, a frown on his face on the recently departed but is willing to shamelessly sway with the devil if it means to drop the curtains early.
"No worries, everyone! 「The Knight」will protect you." A man of gold that was reminiscent of his heart, a shield with enough strength to promise preservation of a fragile innocent rose.
Sadly, roses have their thorns.
It was a game of eyes, nothing but a stratagem of deception replacing a draconian rule originated from lies yet 「The Knight」will only guard with truth in a lying game. Tarot cards laid revealing only news to fancy fiction, 「The Priest」pressured his temples, pained at the simple game of pointing fingers and laying bets of devil's advocate.
Cursing the masses who toll the bell, hanging the upturned crosses and graves tinting the red skies.
The group dispersed, multi-colored roses resistant to wilt from a golden slumber descended, an unfinished argument with no end. A surrender with a hesitant sign of the cross calling to a father that has disappeared, lost in a place called science.
The dystopian notes from the antique piano parted, being blessed for centuries from the pastor who framed mockingbirds. May time stop now in the 「CATHEDRAL」’s rose garden, the graceful ballad of blue papillons acting for the egoism of God.
The church cemetery accompanied with a lifeless libretto, praying to demons with pity,「Villager 2」met up with「The Knight」at the grave written with the name of a departed villager, “You’re seriously risking your life for us to fight the「Devil」itself? Are you stupid?” Hitoya was not a follower of noblesse oblige, in this lying game with a fake mask, generosity is absurd. A discussion in the form of an argument, a gambit,「The Knight」only held a smile, a golden rose bloomed upright with a fragrance of wine and luxury, “It’s my job,「Villager 2」, I will protect everyone and find out who the「Devil」is.” Hifumi chided his eyes to the funereal heavens, remindful of their grim fate of the graves and crosses, “...I just want to stop it.”, worried about his fate drunken with insanity like wine, protecting his soul with a sole dagger.「Villager 2」only returned a distraught face, a “We all do, but you’re only making it worse by doing this…. You know what happened when…” Hitoya stopped in his words. It can’t come out, he shouldn’t remind them of such an unforgettable yet forgivable sin. A collar holding his words back, locking his throat up as nobody would listen to his warnings. It was long ago when the clock was new, but the rose bush was starting to wilt. When the heavens were content, the roses were bright, green with life. Until the sun went into an eternal golden slumber, only the cimmerian-tomb of the night wandered aimlessly, like losing a melody, only the wrenched sounds of the stars played. A lost tango, only the departed would hear and leaving the living to question the egoism of a missing god. Oh, glory to the gospel, Hitoya gritted his teeth, “You’re the only group to have all of their members, consider yourself lucky.” a scowl, bound by a forgiveness only from a manipulated priest. Hifumi widened his eyes, a mask unsure of truth or lie, watching the villager retreat to the「CATHEDRAL」, not knowing that showtime will begin with an empty audience.
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The stained glass haunted the building, a constant reminder of their chains to the ground like a hellhole, a loop of agony and their eternal spiral into madness.
“Despite this situation we’re in, the stars are still pretty at night…” The still positivity from 「Villager 3」startled Doppo, though Rosho was correct the stars that covered the sunless sky were still ravishing, twinkling like there was still a fragment of hope. As if. God abandoned them, and left no sign of love for everyone living, at least that’s what the villager thought. He knows the air of sanctimony, “They are..? …. I guess you’re right.. I think.” Doppo never really had time to stop and observe the night sky, although in this situation, Doppo didn’t care about the “game” he was in. The two gazed at the light in the nightfall, with what little hope they had, Rosho clasped his hand together, Doppo gulped, a black-jet collar clasping his throat instead, like a jail cell making no words escaping his mouth. He stayed silent, his tired-ridden face only leaving a false mask. The two stayed silent until a moment later, “You know「Villager 4」... I wish this game was over.. It’s a little lonely without 「? ? ? ? ? ? 」... I miss him.” A loud silence covered the name as Rosho painfully smiled, a mask close to such deterioration, it's somewhat a fascinating thought of how the villager survived this long. It hurts reminiscing on the departed, Doppo should consider himself lucky for having all of his group members still playing the ill-ridden "game". As they were winning a losing game, Rosho crossed his fingers.
In the middle of the「CATHEDRAL」, there were 3, “....「Undertaker」... What are your thoughts on demons…?” The mortician didn’t bat an eye to 「The Priest」, as if he was just a low life confession stand. In this game, letting your guard down, revealing such unforgivable sins, will leave you on a cross only for crows to laugh. Like a cruel ballroom dance with the devil, “Goddamn,” a masquerade, silent screams and lies with a pseudo smile, “Demons, they ain’t real.” a mortician who protects souls, doesn’t seem to be swayed by the devil.「The Priest」clasped his hands tighter, like a strangling rosary, “I see. Despite your job, you are ignorant of the danger. But it’s your opinion.” Even pastors can keep secrets. Pastors can lie, so they can naturally hide behind a face called the bible. Jakurai held up a smiling mask, counting the clock, wondering the whereabouts of its missing hands. While Samatoki only wandered, he stole it and pointed its fingers at people, making a bold move on the black and white board; like a chess game, the pieces blindly followed. Fake hands to only save what is left of their glory,「Undertaker」clicked his tongue, "Like I said, it's unscientific- don't get your horses riled up, damn."
The room was interrupted with a laugh,
“Fufu well, au revoir, a goodbye is too harsh.. Now..” Gentaro found this amusing. Taking a bow from this maze, like a phantom, his presence went undetected. It was quickly exiting from the nave, leaving the room after clasped hands and crossed fingers of promises, "I should go too. It's dark out there." The 「Undertaker」left to his chambers, truly a forbidden realm racked with secrets.
A broken Mary in the dark, a grandiose of hidden riddles in this game of accismus. The church being a bastion to those lies of the blind worshippers for the unfortunate in the never ending nightmare called home. The existence of demons was often known as rumors for such people with an open eye.
Perhaps 「？？？？」was sincerely correct about the 「Devil」, but the game does not like cheaters sadly, "The 「Devil」is.." rang within the church bells as an empty memoire.
The sky was ridden with a plague, darkening to resemble the devil's modus operandi. The stars were heavy as the night was filled to the brim with dead starlight, crows flocked with falling rose petals.
The moon only holds a grudge, the missing clock hits 12. The upturned crossed marking graves, decorating the heavens above yet only resting eternally underground. A life story only ending with no peace, becoming a curse for the living. Thousands of restless souls screaming in sorrow to the moon, trapped in a death game.
「The Knight」 of blonde, Hifumi, counted to three not suspecting his fate to the Grand Guignol. Hifumi, guarding the tomb-stone garden of 「Villager 1」dagger in hand, the smoke of a recently blown candle light transpired, the previously lit candle slowly burning the golden card of「The Knight」like gold to nothing but dust.
Hifumi was a beautiful actor of this cursed cinema, ruling the stage with a Maryanne beauty that could rival Venus, ultimately resulting in nothing but a ugly corpse. With a dagger, a once beautiful Romeo and Juliet revista the end of their fate.
Whilst 「The Knight」 had a watchful eye on the grave writings, the corrupted writings that spell out lost numbers, only covering scraped ground from the wine colored scythe wielded by the「Devil」and the still image of the silent crows.
There,「The Knight」who tended the garden with gold roses was attacked, ambushed with a scythe. A weapon that only reaped piercing thorns and bounded the souls it captured with rusted dead chains holding them to the pits. It all became black and white, a gambit of life. Hifumi, only protecting himself with the sword he swore to protect with for everyone. The sword he swore to pierce the「Devil」's heart as his duty as knight. Both swung, their blades only dancing, the reflection of their light coordinating their swings and strikes. The sparks flew where their weapons met, leaving the two eyes to meet. The crows weren’t laughing, perhaps Hifumi really did have a chance.
A small glimpse of hope? The birds could only watch. The blonde「Knight」pushed his sword to gain a higher ground, the tension in the air was heavy. The aurora lights only bless the starless skies, a blade striking the scythe, a covenant of providence for the corrupted living. The black robes blended into the dead of night, making「The Knight」foolish on a false victory, only fighting a bellicose with closed eyes.
Their weapons crossed sparks once again, a loud silence that did not alert the slumbering villagers, a loud thud on the ground.
The scythe overpowering Hifumi’s sword, having it launched out of his reach, and the knight onto the ground of restless souls. The sword that contained a thousand vows swung into the air, losing all of the prayers. The helpless knight could only glance up at the starless sky as the「Devil」mercifully forgave his sins and left him to repent.
Raising down his scythe slowly, the curved blade illuminated, the leafless white trees smiled as crows flew, crying. Near an upturned cross upon a grave where Hifumi layed on the lower ground, the「Devil」swung his scythe towards the golden, now dust, knight’s heart.
He could not save them.
Doppo?
Jakurai?
Glancing into the shadowed eyes of the 「Devil」,Hifumi widened his eyes too, feeling betrayed. The 「Devil」laughed.
A champagne colored rose bloomed at the heart.
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「？？？？」
==Divine Revelation==
「A raging ancient devil will mercifully save「The Knight」
「It will execute the corrupted villagers. All of them.」
The golden card of 「？？？？？？」sliced with a scythe, burning as it left wine stained roses tracing the grave.
「The Priest」only reads aloud the message in a detached tone of voice.
「Villager 2」gets furious and the mortician is embalming.
「The Priest」was holding a tangled rosary, preaching in a never-ending mass session, proclaiming the word of an abandoned god to restless souls that never found peace in Mary's ascension. In a loop that would forever bound them in an eternal massaker.
The eyes of「Villager 2」are filled with pity. Remorse present, the blues of regret rose the curtain and left the villager exposed, a death that was caught and he was too late to stop it. When will he make his final bow for this play on the bleeding stage.
A sign that this plot of salvation will be eternal, in the never ending spiral of the clockwork staircase and the vast starless skies, corrupted souls will forever experience salvation.
The corrupted souls mourning over a hideous corpse, their foolishness vowing at the cross. 「The Priest」closes the bible only being a script for a cursed play, "I will hang the devil by evening." Jakurai slowly caresses the wilted golden rose of a knight's grave. Another promise to the upturned cross facing the underground containing such insolent souls who have found no peace, Jakurai's rose of grey laid on the scarlet table, "「？？？？？？」.." mourning upon a saved soul with a cursed rosary he held tight.
"The devil must pay!" A face of red stained Gentaro, another loss only signifying another loss for the game. A covenant now a lost victim to the staircase and the sky with no stars, hopelessly wishing for a la mort espoir, an unwanted crossing between shooting stars. It pained the villager just to glance at roses of champagne gold, a coffin rose bed only held the corpse to rest in peace.
With no regret and pity for the roses, "We're all going to die anyway!!",「Villager 4」teased his wine stained rose, close to plucking out a youthful petal. A lucidity already falling victim to the spiral clockwork staircase's hypnotising curse? Promising falling like dull starlit once ruling the skies, now leaning rest on the corrupted soils of this earth. Essentially, this is Doppo's awareness of memento mori, he's simply following orders of it. Rosho stood, eyes piercing the villager,
"Cut it out 「Villager 4」! If you want somebody to blame, then 「Villager 3」will sacrifice itself and get hanged instead…" a deranged threat, yet sounds of pity and d'esperance remained like a lingering lost soul. A tragedy mask of vermillion red, his choker restricting secrets from coming out, to continue this game of an endless gamble hanging on by a simple thread and empty prayers. People in this game truly wear the same expression after death, "Hang yourself? You actually think that may save the rest of us!?" Doppo retorted back, defying the bible with sacred scriptures. A corpse smiled.
It was dead silent, cold. Nobody could truly run away from repenting sins, but nobody could also submit to the confession stand. Did Rosho have a response?-
-"Now, now, 「Villager 4」and 「Villager 3」" 「The Priest」only attempted to sooth such wild promises. Clinging onto the last hopes of the New Testament, may the statue of Mary hear their false sign of the crosses.
-"By the way… Does anyone know why the body of the knight had a choker that belongs to 「Villager 2」?" Fate has been intertwined as if they were poker cards, Hitoya's collar was missing, and found near the hideous corpse of a once extravagant knight. The pictures connected, a line so red marking events, "「Villager 2」... you're oddly silent…" Roses fell, landing bets upon the black and white villager.
Convict the devil in a chess-board like world,
Are you tipping over the king? Mr. Schadenfreude.
The thorns of roses spiraling into madness in Hitoya's eyes, wine stained rose petals danced around his tears.
A faceless defense, his ripostes were only comedic to the devil. The taunting of the clock's never ending moving red hands, the hanging cross swaying upon the innocent graves drove Hitoya into insanity and fear. Realizing in a game where altruism no longer exists, his body swayed along the crosses as the crows mocked it.
The spilled wine blended onto the small table of simple vermillion holding the roses of the remaining six, now five, villagers. The white roses wilted off of the black and white rose, showing the schadenfreude’s color of black.
The two toned cards of the villager were sliced in half. Roses of the two colors bloomed as the final penance to atone for his sins. Crows judging the crimes of the devil, resting on the cross that the now crucified corpse of「? ? ? ? ? ?」is repenting. Pledging allegiance to Voltaire’s philosophy.
The toll of the bells echoing in the ears of the corrupted souls.
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It was dark after, or at least it seemed.
Rosho staring at the hopeless sky, a gateway to an abyss of wilted roses. A dark canvas, black paint leaving no room for the original white to breath through, the paint overflowing in deprivation. The five leaves on each respective branch of a cold tree whistled in the wind. The smell of a horrible death stung the 「Priest」's senses, "If death is inevitable why stop it?" 「Villager 4」couldn't pray to everlasting corrupted souls for a peaceful afterlife. "Why mourn and pray for others to die, when their death was planned by fate." Doppo went on. Everyone is a servant to fate, which Doppo only pitied.
Nobody did not know if Jakurai weeped for the departure of the knight and the villager of black and white judgement, he simply prayed and followed what commands life has set for the priest. Playing a role in this play directed by the 「Devil」and the plot of salvation.
Jakurai closed his eyes and locked his mouth shut, secrets unknown clogged. Reading the senseless scribbles of tarot cards with blurry stars of hopes burning. There was silence. A piercing ring in Doppo's ear, an invitation to madness until Jakurai formed words.
"「Villager 4」... You should leave." It was abrupt. Before Doppo could ask, "It's for your own good."
The corrupted soul obeyed as if it were a law. A cruel dictatorship if good or bad, yet the villager left the chambers of the 「Priest」
Death stenched the room, making the stars connect and fate clearer. The cards, like a lottery ticket, decided fate and revealed masks. A biglietto of hope, Jakurai held up a card, unmasking a devil among the group.
It was quick and painful.
Turning around and greeted with a glowing scythe as Jakurai prayed with shivering hands.
New gray flowers bloomed, a petal being plucked off a youthful rose. A holy rosary dangled upon a corpse. We can't stop das Richten until we're off the stage.
「？？？？？？？？？」
"I know how it's like to lose somebody too, 「Villager 4」" Gentaro placed a hand on Doppo. Leaving Rosho reminiscing on archives of his memoire,
A forbidden memory of a past fate. When more souls were still corrupted and not yet saved.
"「Villager 3」and 「？？？」, when this is over.. we'll forget it and go home.. and continue with our lives happily! This is just some sick joke, right? Just a prank?" A villager with a mask that was covered over with black held up a smile. A somber piano obbligato played, Rosho held a pained smile.
Gentaro pitied, swayed by his words but isn't ready to give up his worth to give love to such victims.
"It's my damn job, I see death every day. It ain't like a forgein language to me." The 「Undertaker」criticized death. No remorse? Well, pity is a trained ability for Samatoki, a face of death needs no ritual for prayer like a second nature.
"Is that so?" Gentaro held up a frown, disappointed. -"Hah? You got'a problem with that?" Samatoki scowled, wine stained eyes looking for white roses to drive mad. The villager turned away at the sight, “A mortician who does not believe in demons and thinks mourning is unnecessary. You are a interesting man, 「Undertaker」"
Witnessing a mere sight of a dying rose garden which once had life. Wishing a good night to those whose roses wilted, leaving dried, lifeless black petals falling upon sinful soil.
The villagers gathered in a room, like a circus for the 「Devil」to enjoy. Performing like idiots to be laughed at by crows, slowly spiraling into insanity. The 「Devil」among the group smiles.
-"Do you perhaps not care for our situation?"
Samatoki directed his crimson eyes to the ground. The floor being the only thing keeping him away from the underworld to prevent the hands of unrepenting souls to drag the 「Undertaker」down below to smell the horrible scent of suffering too. The white sun illuminates the night sky. -"My bad. That was simply a lie, you think I would doubt you?"
The clock ticked endlessly. Cursed nails pushed onto a cross.
「？？？？？？？」
The markings of the calendar have been lost to time, nobody has been keeping count of the endless days and eternal nights that have passed as the clock has lost its sanity long ago. The sky was a blood-like color, a quiet time.
Samatoki tending the chalk roses at the rose garden and flower beds for restful souls, glancing up at the bell with an expression soon changing into a stunned mask.
The dawn bell sings without a sound.
Just like guarding the death of the「Priest」.
The rose petals of ghostly white settle on the poisonous marble ground where Samatoki stood.
「Villager 4」committed suicide by cutting himself in a graveyard on the outskirts of a village.
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「Villager 4」scribbled a suicide note writing
"COME AND SAVE ME ASAP…..!!"
Thorns covered the corpse, wine stained roses blooming.
Rosho covered his mouth while Gentaro only froze, a chill traveling fast down his spine.
The two could not process the current events, yet has decided to stop deceiving the group and pointing fingers to shift glory to themself, as it will only get others killed as innocent victims to the cross.
It was down to three.
A gamble, a matter of the dice to reveal a person's schadenfreude. An indistinguishable blank circle filled the sky at the graveyard, burials that have become the soul's daily routine. The crows lay rest, yet watching on the upturned crosses, like the 「Devil」 's eyes watching each one of their sins as if it were entertaining. A silent judgement between mockingbirds and crows, seeing through a corrupted soul's misfortune and pleasure.
"It feels so good to see someone's death…"
No God would arrange such a dance with the devil for the enjoyment of death. A forbidden tango to raise the curtains for.
「Someone」who wants us to believe that there is 'someone'....
….. who makes us believe that 'the devil' is behind this…?
Was there truly no 「Devil」? No sins to be confessed under a stalking cross above us?
Necrophilia is licking his chops.
It's quite obvious that the 「Undertaker」is the devil!
Samatoki holding the corpse of a priest, embracing it in his arms. The dangling lost rosary being held in the hands of the 「Undertaker」exiting a prayer, a mask fell off of Samatoki. A true smile revealed the truth of his lies and secrets to the other two who stood there mortified.
"How disgusting and profane… It's almost satanic!" Gentaro covered his mouth, as Rosho felt red. -"Is that so…?" Samatoki laughed. It was a truth, he no longer bore a secret face, Rosho grabbed his collar to punch Samatoki's face with his fist. It is what the devil deserves, after all.
"I'm just bein' professional. I'm only capable of lovin' dead bodies." It was clear that Samatoki had succumbed to the spiral staircase of ticking clocks that only caused madness to individuals. The mortician smiled manically at 「Villager 3」and 「Villager 5」, his eyes covered with shadows-
"And… Those bodies I loved were.. 「humans」."
Forbidden archives stroke, the bodies of a knight, a priest, the suicide of a villager, the hanging of a corrupted black and white soul and a villager of bright pink crucified, nailed to a cross by thorns and roses that blushed red, smiling.
Such blasphemous words to excuse the Sacred Scriptures of the testament, impossible justifications to prove his innocence and preserve glory! Shame on the devil who goes by Samatoki.
The two were mortified, the chalk-like corpse of a priest becoming more pale. It wasn't soon after as they hung the「Undertaker」upside down upon a cross facing the abode of the dead where the devil belongs. A foolish devil hung upturned like a joker card, being split in half and burnt leaving only wine stained rose petals spilling onto the floor.
「 "You are Mr. Schadenfreude!!" 」
Finally the devil was executed, a tyranny now completed. The two proposed a toast, clinking wine glasses as the story stopped to white pages.
Rosho sipped his glass of wine as a victory upon the devil's execution, a praise to a returning God.
-Though, shortly after Rosho tasted victory, has 'it' gone mad long ago and made some sort of mistake within the archives…..?
A glass falling out of the villager's grasp, shattering upon impact and staining wine on the floor. Rosho fell to the ground, his eyes feeling empty, his senses feeling as if they were on a vermillion rose bed as a goodbye to the world. His vision is like vertigo, perhaps a spiral into madness? A curse from the executed devil who sits upturned on the cross?
"Now, rest… peacefully."
Rosho could only faintly see Gentaro lifting up a blade of thorns and it was white from there.
A madman card split in half, burnt and left roses colored as the wine before, flying yet stuck. Stuck as if it was in Purgatory, a place faint to the devil's modus operandi and a notebook of memento mori. A grey place, empty, filled with both sin and purity, yet contained the strict eye of God.
May he dance with the「Devil」in a world without salvation, as if the world was a stage for mindless performers. Simple pure marionettes with corrupted puppeteers, making them obey to sinful commands. Raising the red curtains to the plot of salvation being played on the stage, the actors forever in a golden slumber unable to wake up to a peaceful paradise with purity and counsel. Instead, replaying a nightmare of the Devil's Game. The coffins instead trapped the corrupted souls of the players, re-experiencing life and death for all eternity until the curse of schadenfreude is lifted, or perhaps the missing God will soon return.
The clock will drive the souls mad during their years of repenting nightmares.
Dreaming an unfinished dream. The curtain will drop, just one last salvation
And then there is no one left..
Behind the 「Devil」who hides behind the mask of 「Villager 5」, Gentaro, was his -DEVIL- card being sliced in half and burning with hell flames and roses of pure red that once made up the card escaping.
It was down to zero. No more players, so the Devil's Game of deception and pointing fingers is finally over. A cruel game determining if someone will succumb to madness from the concept of time to fall victim to the enjoyment of preserving glory. Some pity to those who die an ugly corpse.
Stage lights shone on the wine stained rose petals across the floor, where the corpse of a madman laid restless, a familiar villager of pink stepped into the spotlight of the stage.
It was Mr.Schadenfreude who dared enter the dark scene, crying, his bright blush hair becoming visible out of his robe-
「 "No one was saved again…" 」