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Together for almost two years the three of them would infuriated this dark world with in the units that many wanted to pretend never existed. Through Malik kept Raiden from seeing much of the darkness he had gotten them into, the Doll was never spared the sea of blood that would rain down her hands. Though its pretty change the monster within would learn dark things from this talented sacrifice who wore more masks then anyone else it had so far encountered. It learned how to exploit weakness and how to find it; it learned many things in the silk linings.  


It learned hatred more passionate than love itself, as the doll was dragged on through the blood to follow even after the similar light a familiar past was taken away. With the lost of her kill switch Malik continued on his conquest of rather than destroying Seven Suns, but taking control he exerted his use of the Doll. Breaking down the fail safes that SIam spell breaking had covered over the wild monster beneath the Doll. On a divided decision to take the last piece of the Suns with his ‘false true FIghter’ and send the doll on her own to take another would be a verating error on her own.

A mistake that would break the guilded cage for just a moment in time. A moment enough for the monster to know if it waited freedom.

It had to learn control.

So once the cage was placed again, the beast took its guilded cage and heavy chains.

Behind cold empty eyes, the monster within watched the sacrifice. Watched as he turned the world against itself, as he took the changes of Seven Moons and broken them to be reminded again in a way he felt was better. She learned: to be cunning, to be sly, and to wait. To be a master of the world around her before striking as she worked along helping the man take his dream revenge against his family

ANd in the way he wanted perhaps too much. The Doll became his double more than he would have ever wanted.

With Seven Moon’s now his, the blood stain of the Knatsu clan drying on all their hands. Life would remain at a stand still until Germany called, requesting the return of the favored successful Doll.

For what?


Someone had finally remembered their humanity.

And so the newly named Kyros, took the doll back to German, like a lamb back to its slaughter. But in the dark rooms of the  Neuschwanstein Castle it would not be Siam that would take on the act of ‘humanity’ towards the trapped mind of the doll. Fools to break apart a master piece would be the words uttered by the forgotten Siam, if the fighter had been there.

Broken down the word spells that trapped her mind. But the Monster in its chains did not wake. Not yet. The meek shell of a child was returned to Kyros, the lapse of why nothing was there but a timid frighten shells seemed to baffle those who desire to undo Siam work.

But Kyros took her, after all the Doll had become his ‘sister’. So he took in his means to see to her care. Teach her once again as he and his fighter took to a vacation in Europe.

But a fool plays with fire.

And deep the durn would go before the monster that had taken the name Shivani would learn that Siam was not the only person who know how to weave a chain.

This time it was not word spells that would close those guilded doors.

But not before the monster knew.