Death Games
The seat of the thirteen Kings

“Woah! What the hell's going on? Where are you guys out of?” doxia asked in shock to see Aza and Reve's messy makeup. Unlike Horusca, although there are a few abrasions but he is much better.

“I'm tired,” muttered the higher-ups ignoring.

“Riz,” call Reve as soon as it meets the figure who welcomes him with an anxious look.

“Reve, are you all right? No one was hurt, right? What about that guy?” ask without giving a pause.

“Forget. Don't discuss it anymore,” said Reve while raising one hand. He then lowered his head and grabbed Near the snake into his lap. “Are you okay?” the question is inviting a strange look.

“I'm not fine,” Rexcel replied in a strange voice like representing the snake that made people laugh.

“To be honest, I was shocked when I saw this boy come home covered in blood. Who is your opponent?” doxia asked still curious considering what happened to Riz earlier.

“Monster,” reply Aza Ergo and Reve almost simultaneously. Others looked strangely at the two figures lying on the sofa in different circumstances.

Slowly the snake boy glanced at the bed whose position was not limited to the wall on their right. Where Toz Nidiel has remained unconscious since the last incident.

“Why is he still unconscious?”

“Kan already said that the resurrection process takes a different time,” timpal the higher ups with a lazy look.

“What do not-don't he die?” rexcel asked as he poked softly into Toz's cheek.

“Don't fret!” riz's words startled them.

“Why are you shouting?!” doxia screeched as she stood near the young man who made her ears almost ring.

“E-eh, sorry,” Riz gurgled while smiling indistinctly.

“Basic.”

While Horusca, although she sat on the carpet leaning against the wall, but the look of her eyes still refused to leave Toz. Somehow, something was bothering him but he did not know what it was.

Silent.

Now, in the atmosphere of a night sky filled with stars and two red and white moons as decorations, a stunning scene had been laid out before the eyes.

There is a throne, with the king's seat not one but thirteen pieces that are spaced around the periphery of the hall. There was no one sitting there, especially the altar in the middle and surrounded by fire on the three steps.

A young man was silent. He looked confused as to why he could be in that strange place. After walking a long way through the path decorated with magnolia tree fringes, now he reached a place with the charm of a stretch of lily scattered on the floor, along with its distinctive aroma clear to air.  

His figure still looked around, finding the five beautiful-faced statues that had once shone on him standing upright behind the thirteen king seats like giant pillars.

Toz was confused, because the figure of a half-broken-faced man and two doberman dogs were no longer there to accompany. So, what should he be? No one to talk to makes himself careless.

“Halo? Is there anyone?” he finally made a sound.

Silent.

“Excuse me? Is there anyone in a place this big?”

Only the swaying of the fire on the altar seemed to reply to his words.

“Hah ..” His eyes still highlight his surroundings. “Delivery service! A handsome and obedient young man again wisely came!” the screams began to fade.

It was really frustrating to be here alone. “Now I have to how?” he lamented as his feet stepped onto one of the king's empty seats. Sit cross-legged with one of the arms propped up to the thigh to hold his chin. “Hm ... seat is quite large,” lyrics to the place it sits.

A few seconds passed with the look of Toz's eyes staring quietly at everything. “Cih! It can be crazy if this continues alone,” and then rise from his position. However, the sound of the wind blowing made the young man look up.

“This is a song, the story of those who promised. A moment of lily welcomes blood, said tied to each other, gazes changed, hands intertwined.”

DEG!

The young man stared quickly at his surroundings ascertaining where the source of the faint chant was coming from.   

“This is the singing, the singing of those who once uttered. Blue carried, green replaced, white eaten, red removed.”

“Who's there!” toz shouted, starting to panic.  

“This is the singing, the singing of those who wait. Outstretched hands, the fruit of the gods shown, the footing provided, everything offered, the life paid.”

“Who is it!” he was still staring around. But there was no one, and it was unclear where the faint singing came from.

“This is the singing, the singing of those who give. Light sent down, blinding glare, longed voice, warming caress, darkness offered.”

Toz is really panicking. Fear is just a strange figure out there. His body shot out to hide behind the king's chair while scouting around him.

“This is the singing, the singing of those who died. Raised hand, bluffing voice, scattered blood, removable curse, forbidden prayer chant.”

Slowly, black smoke emerged from the five statues that stood firm and moved covering everything. Toz gasped, stared in shock and tried to close his lips so as not to scream in fear.

In fact, the expanse of lilies scattered on the floor began to fly in the air. It was as if it was moving to a single point towards the center of the flame milling.

Yes, that altar. The altar that had been completely enveloped by the dense black smoke that had once covered everything. The smell is gripping. Now it's like a mixture of flowers, fruit and blood.

But it's strange, because Toz doesn't panic anymore. He did not know why, but it felt like the sudden appearance was not a scary thing. Until finally the last chant reverberated right above the altar.

“This is the singing, the singing of those who run. Hunting breaths, dancing laughter, hiding anger, enveloping madness, death steps here.”

However, suddenly a loud shout startled Toz right after the chant was over. Along with a violent wind explosion on the altar that blew the surroundings and made the young man fall backwards.

Spontaneously he grimaced in pain as the back of his head hit the floor. But, the pain did not last long because of the strange sound that was heard. Reflexes himself rose and saw it all from behind the king's chair which was still firmly in position.

A young woman, beautiful yet unusual. His black hair was so long it touched his feet. The blood red kimono on his body was so contrasting to his figure. Even the amber wolf eyes on his face were indeed suppressing the atmosphere.

He feels scary and amazing at the same time.

“Man?” muttered. Slowly, those cold eyes turned to look at the figure hiding behind the king's seat. “Comeout.”

Toz's breath felt choked because he was caught. But, at once the power of self managed to hold and come out of hiding. Because this is what he is really looking forward to, which is not alone. “A-you who?”  

The woman smiled.

Sontak Toz shuddered in horror, as the strokes on the woman's lips were like a strange thin grin. It was as if a sharp knife had just struck his heart while staring at that smile.

Slowly, the woman's lips opened and blushed out the unexpected word. “Lagarise.”

Finished saying that, a strange red tattoo appeared on the woman's neck like a picture of two hands that wanted to strangle her. Toz's heart was beating inappropriately but somehow his body was unable to move.

His eyes, had locked on the owner of the netra amber which was like eating up his control.