How Would A Person See the World Filled With no Faces? 

Would God Even Hear the wish of poor man's Soul?

One And Many Wears A Mask Yet More Than Few Are Used.

And Yet Here I Am Your Lost little Lamb Not Knowing Where to Go?

As one of the many that haven't seen the Worlds of the Cruel.

But I, Your little lamb you can't even love.

I A person Who wished to be loved.

I Who Desire's To be Loved I Who wished for your Grace.

Yet Even infrot of Deaths Door why Can't you shine your Radiant Light.

I Cursed you and World I Once Love, You the One I Trust the most. yet the Anger and Wrath That Shrouded my Hearth Wieghed.

And Yet I Who Prays For You yet Again. I who wish to be Loved. I Who wished to be blessed with your light. I who begs For Your Grace why Can't My Love Reach You're Heart.

A Portrait Of A Witch

"You Witccccccch!!!!" Izach Shouted at the top of his lung as the Bright light shone through his forehead. Celine, who was processing the Contract mumbled an unknown language that Izach had never heard before. 


Beams of light grew brightly. A Warm Feeling crept into his heart as if someone was holding his heart in their hands. The pain and unknown feeling seeped through him. scared Izach. A chill crept down his spine. And the discomfort faded. A few seconds past the light that enveloped the entire space dissipated as the Chanting of Celine ended. she sighed and sat down in her chair. 


Izach, who was catching his breath and rubbing his temple, was staring at the woman right in front of him. A curse came out of his mouth. 


<Bah!! I'm no B! tch but only a fair and Fine young Witch.> As a smug smile was plastered on her Face. As she crossed her legs. as if thinking she had won the war. she took a sip at the drink right in front of her, 


Chapter 25