The Ruby Empire

Kalidas the Rakshasa

Male Monster x Female Reader

Your breath comes out in thick white puffs. Your eyes sting from the cold. The sudden winter that's come over the kingdom is a shock to the system. It gets cold, but never this cold. You've wrapped yourself from head to toe, you're not prepared for this sort of chill.

It had been cold ever since your father was killed. You're not sure if it's a message or sign or some bullshit like that. But you feel the chill has more meaning to it than just weather. The day of his death is still emblazoned in your mind. You watch from afar as the executioner takes him up to the gallows and places his head on the chopping block. The last roar your father gave still wakes you from sleep.

Your father's last request before he was captured was for you to seek revenge on the man who took him. Kalidas was the captain of the King's guard. A high ranking general and considered one of the most fearsome men in all the Rakshasa court. He was a pitch black panther, more suited to hunting in the shadows than serving King Amit and the roaring sun. He had been hunting your father since he was adorned as general.

Your father was one of the most prolific assassins in the kingdom. He had more kills under his belt than hot meals. He had taken you in when you were a child. You had been abandoned, left to wander the streets and scrounge around in trash for your meals. He took you in and trained you as his apprentice and heir. All your life, all you knew were the shadows. It was fitting that the man you had been trained to kill might as well have been a shadow himself.

King Amit and his family were traveling to new kingdoms, meeting with others in order to build relationships and allies across the kingdom. Something previous Rakshasa kings refused to do. It had been a shock that King Amit had married a commoner, let alone a human commoner. It seemed her hand was gently leading Amit in this direction. Your father had once been hired to kill her, but for some reason, he refused the hit.

"No women," your father told you one day. "They have their own way of dying." He put his paw on top of your head and smiled at you. "You'll learn that one day, child." You weren't quite sure what he meant, but you had no interest in learning.

You've been hiding since your father's death as you plan to seek your revenge. Since the King was out of the castle, Kalidas had stayed behind to keep guard over the castle. You had memorized his rounds and those of his men. You had even memorized the patterns of the staff. Your plan was to sneak in disguised as one of the laundry staff. There was one who snuck away from the group every day to meet her lover. From there it was easy.

You took her clothes and changed, sneaking in amongst the staff. The castle was easy to get lost in, easy to hide as well. You ditch the clothes you stole and find another uniform to wear. You hide in plain sight, nowhere else better to be. You integrate yourself with the rest of the staff for the first few days, learning the ins and outs.

One day, you notice a bunch of the girls racing down the hall, giggling and blushing as they went.

"Where are you going?" You ask.

A few stop to grab you and pull you along. "Come on! We're going to watch the training."

"Training?" You gasp as they drag you along with them.

"General Kalidas and his men," the girls are grinning ear to ear. "They do this special training once a week! It's always a show."

"Kalidas?" You let them move you. You follow them outside to the training grounds. A lot of the staff have gathered around the perimeters. In the center, you see him, Kalidas. He stands out amongst the Rakshasa. Tall and lithe, his pitch black fur almost blue in the sun. His yellow eyes are steeled and serious. His fists are wrapped and his tail twitches in anticipation.