ᏟᎬᏟᏆᏞᏆᎪ'Ꮪ ᎷᎪᎠNᎬᏚᏚ

ᎢᎻᎬ ᏴᏆᎡᎢᎻ ᎾF ᏢᏌᎡᏢᏞᎬ ᏟᎻᎪᎾᏚ

And then, our house smelled burning. "Wait, did you smelled that?" Haruto asked. "Fire! But who would.." My feet propped myself to stand up and saw the back of the mansion, burning into wild red flames. I went inside of the mansion, from the windows, I seen something and saw the raging rally of villagers with their rage against monsters as so it says in their signs they're holding. And they were burning the mansion. The fire turned worst and flames and smoke and fog everywhere which me intoxicated, it made me cough.

Monsters were pretty much as same as humans. "Mom.. Dad..? Mother..? Father..?" I started calling them out while my vision is getting blurry. Oh no.. Please.. I don't want to die.. I went to our bedroom and found them, covered in cuts from head to toe. I found them as corpses.. Tears once again shed from my orbs (eyes). "No.. No.. No.." They used our weakness to silver is their advantage.. I can't help think they..
would do this...I only thought it is only little dramatic arguments until... It turned worst as I thought it would be.
"Mama.. Papa.."
I cried more and more and I never cared that I was loud when I cried. I didn't noticed the beam above me that was burning and weakly broke,
and squished me to death.

Or so I thought.

"Hey." I heard a voice. Wait, am I dead?
I would be, right? It would be obvious.
"I..wouldn't be so sure." then the voice became clear,  it is matured tone with a hint of sassiness. "What did you mean? I'm dead, aren't I? I died on the fire. I wouldn't be alive." I cried out but the voice laughed. Why is it dark here? Where am I? "They gave you a second chance, a second choice to live, but why not let you die instead?" "Huh...?" I became confused of what she said.
Letting me live, for what?
Then that is how Purple Chaos is born.

And here I am, Talking to "myself", again.
"I suppose you don't like my paintings?" She questions me like some mad woman, but she is mad. She is the imbodiment of chaos itself. "You don't call dead people: paintings!" I shouted.
"Like you cared for them, why must care for others that are unknown?" Tsuki said quite teasing and serious. It would make sense. Why would I care? "Because they are like us, People are like monsters, We are still one but many differences. You wouldn't get it because you are a sadist." I stated. Then I woke up, seeing myself covered in bodies and more corpses surrounding me. "Why did you do this, Tsuki?!" I question her actions filled with anger in my voice. "For chaos, what else.
You feel madness now, right?"
She gave me a smile. "I'm sure your boyfriend Haruto wouldn't want to see you in jail. So best to clean up, darling. Follow mother's words."
Tsuki said, filled with glee, as if she is my mother. They are dead and I only had Haruto left. "You think I wouldn't know, you wanted to be caught by the police to be in jail. For keeping me away from trouble. And I hate it." She said hinted with hatred of what I thought, she is still me after all. "That was the plan until.."
I found the katana on my hand and places it position on my belly. "harakiri."
Harakiri is a ceremonial suicide by disembowelment, as by slicing open the abdomen with a dagger or knife: formerly practised in Japan by the Samurai when disgraced or sentenced to death. But mostly, any suicidal actions.

I thought it will be over my stupid life until.. I was.. alive..again..?!
But this isn't my home. I saw myself at front of a mansion, it was named 'Death Mansion' which says on the sign on the gate. I push it and it is strangely wasn't locked. I never saw this house before. I run as soon as possible on inside of the mansion to find more answers of what's going on. There was a girl who was dead fish black orbs and black shortbob hair wearing what it seems to be a more looking old maid uniform. "I suppose you are lost, aren't you?" She question me while I just nod. "I see, My name is Kyui Kuroyami and welcome to the Death Mansion. Feel free for yourself to be comfortable." I was expecting a smile but I only saw a bored face with a forced enthusiasm. Something is fishy here.
"Where..I meant.. What century I am?"
"

1894, November 1." After Halloween.
"1894?! This is definitely not from where I am. What is this place? City? Village? Urban?" Panic is hinted as I said those words. "Neo Classic Tokyo." Now that seemed odd because this does not looked like Tokyo. Except.. "This is an another dimension?" "I guess you could say that." I travelled to an another dimension by dying?! This is nonsense!
"I..I need to go back.. Do you know any way how? Please?" I begged lowly. "Okay, but you might regret it." "Regret?" That sounded fishy from a lazy maid. "I meant forget! Aha! So many rhymes." "What do you mean by forget?" "Why so many questions?! You will see..." She hold my arm tight, like iron and make ourselves to what seems to be a secret pasagway. A basement? Maybe. "You need to sign a contract to this book." The book is called 'The Book of Doom'
Now that is fishy. I don't trust Kyui one bit about this. She said the contract is blood so I cut the knife from her hand on my palm and let my blood flow on the book's page. The blood glowed red. "Fuck.. She isn't the one.." I could hear her whisper. What does she mean "the one"? A man who seemed to be more black than white came to us. "What is your wish?" "I wish to go back home."
"I don't think so. Only the chosen one can make their wish come true and you are not them. As punishment, you will be the cook of this mansion. Forever!" He said what?! And that is the story..

Of how I am stuck in the Death Mansion, the house of madness and malice.

credits to the art used: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/75475252