HELYBE CIETE, also known as the death game, a game in which many players are not risking their money because they're risking their own lives and the people they hated the most. In just a one click, they will scream Helybe Ciete. It was not about how much they bet, it's about how many lives they bet. Helybe Ciete! If you want to play the game all you need to do is fill-up the contract and you may now start playing the whole generation of the Helybe Ciete. And if you luckily win the game the money you invest will be ten times, and it will also be times on how many lives you invest. It will be our pleasure to play with you. - The Handler of Helybe Ciete
Years had passed but Helybe Ciete was still alive, and kept on collecting souls to offer to him. It was now the fourth generation of the Helybe Ciete and the game kept on growing and evolving.
The phonograph keeps on playing the song of Helye Ciete while he's sipping the cup of black coffee and watching them playing the game of death on the television.
The money kept growing as the players lost the game. He stood from his chair and went to his daughter's room when he heard it crying. Helybe Ciete was not about how much they bet, it's about how many lives they bet. "Belhyel Ciete, my daughter, the day will come you will be the new handler of the game.." He said as he picked her up from her crib. "Hush, now my daughter."
Her daughter suddenly stopped crying when he let her see what's going on inside the transparent room, he raised his hand as a sign to them to stop playing the music, the song of the Helybe Ciete that can make everyone run for their life.
As the music stops, one of the players screams the name of the game, as his blood drops to the floor from his beheading. The little girl giggles as the players start to run to the entrance, and beg them to stop the game. Multiple shots of guns killed them all.
"Stop the game now, papa!" He smirks mischievously as he feels the barrel from the back of his head.
His son's hands were shaking, which makes his father calm, because deep inside he knows that his son can't do that, especially to him as his father.
He raised his hand again for the second time, to play the music again and slowly stood up from sitting to his chair. "The police will be here in a minute, Papa so please cooperate with me.." He begged his father, but his father just smiled at him and tapped his shoulder.
As he walked to the exit of the room, a loud shot of a gun was heard. "A-Agh! W-What the h*ck.." His son shouted in pain, and glared at his father who's now looking at him blankly. "Y-You're not, m-my Papa.." His tears were streaming to his face while his body was shaken because of pain.
He slowly shook his head, and whispered. "Heybe Ciete, my son.." He said and went outside with his daughter, the next handler of the Helybe Ciete. He put his daughter in her crib again and kissed her on the forehead. "Belhyel Ciete, the day will come and you'll continue our legacy, the legacy of Helybe Ciete, whether you like it or not." His voice is starting to break, while his tears are starting to flow. "I'm the handler of the fourth generation giving my position, and my tittle to my daughter Belhyel M. Ciete."
Today is the day of the end of the fourth generation, and today is also the beginning of the fifth generation. As he walked to the front of the house, the servants in every room were starting to vanish, the things on every room was starting to gone except to his daughter's room.
Only the tears of his daughter can be heard in every hall of the house rhyming with the music of Helybe Ciete, as he sat on the single chair the place started to lighten up. "Helybe Ciete, fourth generation." He said as he wiped his tears and closed his eyes.
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