Heavy ebony drapes were lowered unto the lower heaven like a world ending curtain. The raven sky decent was like a calamity, slaughtering the moon and her boundless star maidens, dauntingly enthroned like a peerless monarch in this black realm.
The prodigal Zephyr driven into a paroxysm of arrogance rushed through the night dyed sky, hauling his bone chilling wind that corroded the skin and forced mountains to their heels in his wake. In due diligence to his infamy, his tantrums grew stronger and fiercer as was his outbreak of jeering cacophony at "silence" that had casted forth her damp blanket, soaking the darkness in her strange charm.
The night also had with it a hue of mischief, a tongue numbing indescribable sensation that leaves the skin crawling and the soul strangely wanting more, but all these were absorbed by the bloodcurdling shrieks that added a tint of cruelty and slices of misery to the cold darkness.
The town of Zhang had it's set of uniqueness once the sun sets.
The town now harbouring the announcement of the night is deathly silent and the air bares the stench of grief, rot, and hopeless desires.
Old dilapidated wooden buildings stacks evenly in rows like pieces on a chess board, at it's center is a wooden platform and a bronze bell hanging from a pole. From this center, the town is split into four: the northern part, south, and so on. Each part have central points, either identified by dried up fountains, momentous art works, or a scarecrow constructed from screws, timber, and metal spare parts.
Zhang nested in the midst of thick canopies of trees and vegetations that can be dangerous to humans. And with the rumors of a strange six-legged being, the woods had long turned into a forbidden territory for man.
The chilling breeze carved a path between the old wooden houses, causing some building to quiver in near-collapse while some stood dauntingly, braving the onslaught of the night wind. Weak and collapsed structures after falling off their foundation immediately crumbled into indiscernible pieces before being hauled away by the breeze. And every building being toppled, dust upon crash is non-existent, just a strangle air ripple that spread a few meters before fading away. This created an even more surreal sight.
Zhang at night is gloomy and silent like a ghost town, and asides from the building, nothing else is found. Save for this night, a young man of about twenty-four years of age daunts the environ of Zhang, taking steady strides towards the secluded part through the north of the town, aiming for the forest.
Milen, having lived for a year now in Zhang, obsessively remained affixed to his eccentric schedule: appears in town at the stroke of the first sunlight, drenches in booze, pays a few mistresses from the red light district, and is found later at night either tugging on a bike, or walking towards the towering forbidden abode of trees.
And this night wasn't any different. Milen casually walked past bundles of trees, whistling a popular tone and yawning from time to time, making steady progress to his camper settled deep in the forest.
"Even with the wealth of the Zor Empire, towns like Zhang still exist. How sad!"
Milen mused as he treaded in precision, avoiding dangers that came with certain territories.
His dark skin carved a contrast in the moon lit night, lonesome and bizarrely enchanting; slender figure properly proportioned with muscle stubbles that subtly oozed strength; azure eyes that glimmered defiantly, taunting the heavens and provoking its calamity; and a black wavy hair spiralling to his neck. Enraged, the silver maiden's tribulation fell on his silhouette, endlessly stretching it into the shadow of the trees, and having their barks serve as confinement. To all these, Milen appeared completely indifferent, his eyes even had a sliver of disdain, unamused by the moon's late night tantrum. Possibly not, but the arrogance was unleashed within this lonesome figure.
The hair by his neck danced with a nonchalant flair, unbridled by the wind, and his blue eyes would flicker intelligibly as his gaze sliced through the shadows that had carefully evaded the moon's grace.
A sudden descent of the moon's yin blew past, a soul freezing chill followed in its wake forcing Milen to pause as his head traced this sliver of yin energy that raced into the sky. Painted by the silver celestial lights, Milen's devilishly handsome young face stretched across the canvas of the night sky; his brow slightly furrowed, cold grin across his face, and a bloodthirsty glare taunted the moon. A sense of foreboding gripped his heart, rather than shirking, the grin on his face grew endlessly and the thirst for blood in his eyes multiplied.
"Master, I'd like to see what set of trash you'd send after me this time. They'd better not be too weak."
Milen's back was taut as he stared into the moon, emanating a bone-searing iciness. His slender and perfectly muscular body shivered excitedly in anticipation.
Blood. All he needed was more streams of blood wroth my his hands.
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Sealed In Darkness
Fantasy||Book one of the "TWILIGHT OF THE GODS" series|| When Milen and Akillim, two survivors merely fighting to escape the death sentence of their emperors, find themselves using their magic and skill to save those around them as an extension, they are y...
