This Tragedy Came to Be When She Had Looked Through Her Father's Horrid Book, Whom He Labeled ' The New Text of Anatomy', On The Night that She and Maria Had Fled Our Burning Manor." I was Shaken to My Core by These Words. She Has Gone Insane ! My Dearest Daughter Has Been Luring Innocent, Sickly People Into Her Clinic just to Cruelly Murder Them and Turn Them Into.
She Hesitated to Answer Me for a Moment, Soon Taking a Breath to Try and Compose Herself, Before Whimpering Out in a Quiet Voice, " I-It's Aya. Drevis?" I Asked Her in Growing Concern, Her Change in Attitude Had Caught Me Off of My Guard. With That Little Moment Aside, I Noticed The Smirk of Hers Had Slowly Faded Away, A Grim Remembrance Gleaming in Her Dark Blue Eyes, "Dio, Please, Help Me." She Pleaded with Grief. "Thinking About My Daughter Again, Are You.?~" A Teasing Smirk Had Curled Itself on The Ghostly Woman's Lips, I Felt Myself Blush in Embarrassment and Hurriedly Denied Her Jest. A Deceivingly Innocent Look of Sweetness and Care Mixed with a Fiery Personality of Persistence and Determination to Save Her Father, I Smiled at My Memory of Her. The Girl was Near My Age Pale, Porcelain Skin, Hair as Black as Ash and Dark Blue Eyes that Mirrored Her Mothers' Complemented Her Doll-Like Appearance. By Gazing at Her Crown, It Instantly Reminded Me of Aya Drevis, Monika's Daughter. Symbolizing Her Humility, Secrecy, Virtue and Purity, Perhaps. It was Made with Only The Purest of White Roses. My Slightly Impaired Sight was Suddenly Caught by a Beautifully Crafted Flower Crown that Gently Graced Her Brunette Head. The Supposed Image of a Woman Who Matched Her Status of Nobility. However, I Could No Longer Sense The Ominous Aura Around Her Spirit, I Also Noted that The Regal and Noble Blue and White Ballgown that She Wore was Now Immaculate and Lacking of Dried Blood Stains.
She Smiled a Soft, Motherly Smile in Return. I Opened My Amber-Colored Eye to Find Myself in a Bright, White, Endless Void and Right in Front of Me "Stood" The Ghost of The Woman Who Reanimated I and The Other Corpses of Her Cruel and Psychopathic Husband's Test Subjects. The Voice that was Calling My Name Sounded All Too Familiar.
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