Creator of Death: True Darkness
Welcome to Yourself, Raka

Raka's consciousness is blurred, Raka,

He was asleep in the dark.

A voice called out to him again, "Raka! Awake up!"

Raka opened her eyes, a dark room with a familiar view presented in front of her.

'Angels, demons, and restraints'

That's what he thought at the time. He remembered it again, an event he would never forget.

His initial encounter with a beautiful woman was like an angel.

An encounter with a shadow that resembles him.

And about the golden restraints that restrain the devil.

He pensively momentarily.

'This..what's with this feeling? This place makes me a lot calmer.'

He looked around, so dark.

After strengthening his heart, he began to step up.

A step changes that dimension.

The same view is in front of him. A dimension full of starry skies greeted his arrival.

The dimension was truly vast, just as he had remembered back in time.

His eyes looked around, a black corner again caught his attention.

'That corner, huh? Is it possible 'he' was there?' Say it in the heart.

It was clear in his head how the demon spoke and threatened him.

The deg!

Raka's heart pounded. At the same time he lost his footing and fell into a cold pool.

Ughhhh..

Raka could not breathe, the shock reaction made her panic and lose her direction for a moment.

He closed his eyes and calmed his mind for a moment

'Relax Raka! Calm down!' His words encouraged himself.

A moment later he managed to deal with his panic attack,

'Cold, cold as usual, but he's so calm'

Raka continued to fall deeper and deeper, even though a calmness was present in his soul.

The deeper he fell, the colder and darker the atmosphere became.

'Dark, it's really dark'

'Teacher! What am I supposed to do? Think on! Think myself!'

The deg!

Keugh!

Raka endured her pain, she continued squeezing her heart which continued to throb.

Red blood continued to gush from his mouth.

He kept closing his eyes while enduring the pain that kept raining down on his heart.

It just keeps falling in and deeper. Until, a touch resuscitated him.

Raka opened her eyes in surprise.

In front of him was a black haired woman smiling sweetly in front of him.

She was so beautiful, but a moment later a creepy look came from her, clutching her face tightly and whispering a word, "Nonius, you know? You don't deserve Jesslyn at all"

Raka was startled and a memory regarding the shadow faintly rotated in her head.

Ughhhh..

And unconsciously a name was uttered from his lips,

"Ce Cecilia?"

"No! I'm not Cecilia" The woman's shadow turns into a shadow of a man with blond hair.

"Whoever I am, you don't deserve to know, you street boy!"

Again a memory entered his mind, this time he remembered about the man,

"Are you? Rome?"

"Ah, brother, how can I be called Rome?"

The shadow changed again, now in front of him there was a little girl. From her two pretty eyes flowed tears nonstop. But his face just showed the opposite, he smiled viciously.

"Nonius, did you forget the sister you killed huh?" His words near his ear were still by continuing to grip Raka's face.

A tragic memory turned back inside his head. A memory in which a sacrifice is misinterpreted.

"Kinai, a me"

"Enough! You really are a useless child" a dagger stuck into Raka's stomach, the shadow had changed into the figure of a middle-aged man with red eyes.

The red blood gushed again.

Ugh..

Raka endured the pain again, this time the memories returned spinning very quickly.

"A father, forgive me" Raka said as she endured the pain.

"Oh? What do you regret? Honey" said a beautiful woman with silver hair.

Memory goes back around. "Are you?"

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