Darkness in Elia's Heart

The taste of the green apple she chose was rather sour. Elia flipped through a piece of apple on her finger. Although knowing it wouldn't make the apple taste as sweet as honey, Elia did so for a while until the apple meat began to brown. Elia then bit in half, chewing it slowly in front of the still silent Dalang.

Elia felt trapped in a silent game. What's the purpose? Why didn't he just answer my question?

Elia saw the exit. It was the door that Theria closed before leaving it. Why did I just think he said I could eat alone and he'd be back in about an hour? Isn't it more than an hour now? Ah, lest he can't find me, I'm in this room, but he... Elia looked at Dalang. She watched the masked figure suspiciously. Maybe, he made Theria unable to see me, and now everyone in the Melianor Mansion is confused looking for me.

Slowly Elia stood up. She walked up to the door after finishing her apple. She tried to open the door but failed. Locked. Maybe Theria is part of this game, why do I think it's a game huh? The masterminds live here, they probably know each other and have worked together for a reason. But I don't feel the rude attitude from Dalang. What is his role in this house, just a grandfather who comes to someone when he likes it or what? The question sucks. He kind of wants to point me somewhere, I have to be careful. Really, what is this? Jinn, demons, Half-demons, demons, or angels?

Elia thought as she walked slowly around the table. She had already spun once and returned to her chair.

"Okay, this sucks. Why? How if, I said I might just want to have fun, have a lot of money." Is fishing like this going to be good?

Dalang moved his hand, he pointed his index finger into the air. The little finger, ring finger, and middle finger bent, the index, and thumb of the thumb formed a gun firing bullets into the air and in one brief move, it had already made Elia stand suddenly with her mouth gaping.

"What the hell! What other things! What are you doing?"

Elia ran to the wall where the previous door was. The door was vanished by the magic of the Dalang's brief movements. Elia turned around. The fear grows again. Her body was attached to the wall. Cold. Her whole body came back cold and goosebumps.

From now on I can't talk to him carelessly, Elia tells herself. She noticed the shoulders of the Dalang who hadn't moved in the slightest. From the back, Dalang looked like a statue of a model of traditional clothing on display in a storefront in a classic, impressive, and haunted aristocratic style.

Elia felt a misstep. What if he never releases me? What answer does he want? Trying to escape from him was impossible now. Others may not know I'm here. He may be also a powerful creature that Max, Theria, and Melianor can't face.

The desire to get out of that place was growing. Elia began to feel panic in her head. She knew he had to find the right answer to the Mastermind's question. Maybe my freedom depends on that exact answer. The problem is the right answer, what?

Elia opened her mouth after thinking for a while.

"I don't know for sure what I've wanted all this time," she said with her head down. "I'm here because Max brought me to meet Sunshine or Melianor! Max said meeting Melianor would let me know the truth behind my mother's death. I wonder why my mother chose Bawah Tanah! Why did she have to go back there secretly? What is she hiding from me?! what do her dealings with the underground matter more than I, her daughter!?" Elia's throat was stuck. Her nose started to flabby.

"What is the importance of the Bawah Tanah to her? If it was so important to her, I would destroy it, it felt like it could help me from jealousy. I've always been alone, she's like a stranger but... I can't kick her out every time she comes, I miss her too. I hate the feeling of depending on it! Keep asking me what I want in my life? Okay! Now I'm answering what I want! I want to kill my mother!" said Elia's voice.

"Why?! Because I hate it. In my head, in my imagination, I killed her! I don't like it, it gives it dependency! But before my plan worked, she was dead first. Killed by whom?! I don't care about the person who killed her at most because of the prostitution competition! hahahahaha, shit! Why didn't she just die at my hands..." From skrill to resembling a whisper, Elia's voice made her shiver.

Elia's chest went up and down very clearly. Her head felt hot after saying her annoyance and jealousy. She looked at both of her hands.

"... Everything is confusing. I have no purpose. The target of the murder no longer exists. Then Max said strange things, it opened up new things in my life, now that I knew I was half-demon, I would probably have trained that Demon DNA into the power to remove Bibi from my life a long time ago."

Flashing old shadows. Elia was uncomfortable with the shadows. There's a lot of things that look like they've never been experienced. Elia began to feel the pressure of pain in her lungs.

"You're talented as a writer," Dalang said with his face turning back to Elia. The silence that had been created between them broke. The atmosphere has changed. The sound of Gamelan accompanying them whimpered.

"Looks like you already knew that I lied to Max. No, it's not a lie. It's true that when we went abroad, I just didn't tell him I was the one who forced my mother to do it. I prepared everything, a place to live far from the city, I chose a beautiful environment, close to the mountains, you must know that place, a valley in Switzerland, the place is very pleasing to the eye because it is green and blue. A countryside made up of only seven heads of families. That foreign place, my choice of murder. I'm going to kill her there, nobody's going to know because after that I'm going to go wandering, free! I don't have to wait for my mom to come to see me at any time. I don't have to worry about leaving somewhere just because I don't want to make my mom not find me while I'm away. I thought now it was my turn to come to her whenever I wanted because she would forever live in that beautiful house," Elia said while looking at him with annoyance.

After taking a few breaths, Ela's eyeballs moved to see Dalang's back resting on the chair.

"Are you the angel of death who is punishing me because I want to kill my mother? Before you take my life, do you want to torture me?"

What kind of question is this?

Elia snorted and laughed at herself. It was clear that the voices were torturing me. That must be just the beginning. Doesn't in every fairy tale mentioned the angel of death can resemble anything, he has no face. Without a face. Elia somewhat lost his mind repeating the faceless phrase in her heart.

Elia was sitting on the floor because her legs lost strength when suddenly Dalang moved from the chair to the front of her. The masked face shocked her to the point of fainting.

A moment later, Elia felt her body weak. She had trouble opening her eyes like there was ballast floating on both of her eyelids. She could only breathe slowly inside a body that felt bound by her breath.

Why does my body feel heavy? My eyes don't want to open, my fingers feel like they're coming out of my body, am I dead? Have I entered the afterlife, a world of spirits that has no mercy on a sinner? Maybe it's true, he's a life-saving angel.

Or maybe it's all just a dream. I'm sleeping at Max's house, I'm trying to wake up right now. Or maybe I'm dying in my sleep or imagining absurd things right now. I'm a half-demon? My mother wasn't a prostitute but a hunter and a murderer? Then I met Melianor and Theria, I don't know what creatures they were. What do I expect from my true wishes? It all just started with my desire to kill my mother who didn't care if I felt lonely, scared, more than that I was controlled into her doll... It was cold, I was in the water all my life, had difficulty breathing, wanting to be on a surface full of sunlight. It feels tight. I want to feel everything that people used to feel normally... That hope never came up. I then tried to make it myself.

A tear came out of Elijah's eye line. Her eyelashes kept tears stuck at the ends, becoming bubbles.

Even now, I'm still in the water. I'm floating in the water. I couldn't feel my own body, just cold water. This is what makes my common sense slowly numb. Elia tried to move her hand. She could only reach for the waves of water. Shocked by the waves she touched, Elia squirmed. With an effort that almost finished off her energy, she finally began to open half her eyelids.

What place is this? Where am I? Both of Elia's eyes rounded perfectly. Now it's no longer just the feeling of being in the water that ensnares her soul, it's real. Elia was confined to water specially coordinated in a device.