Luna: The Cursed Eclipse [PREVIEW ONLY]

Chapter 1: The Last Eclipse of The Year

People do look at the moon to feel relaxed, admire the breathtaking scenery of the moonlight shining on every corner of the world, or just because they are finding something to stare at— but not for Domhall Palmer.

In the back of his mind, he's cursing the beauty of it.

"Ah, damn," he muttered, exasperated, as he threw away the cigarette that was the same size as a highlighter used by students in school.

Sinners, his people, were just looking at him as he was standing in front of his throne, unmoving. No one dared to speak nor interrupt his alone time as the fire surrounding the place gave him the calmness he never had before. Together with the intensity of his emotions were the fire growing bigger— and wilder.

"Bow down, peasants," Domhall said in an authoritative tone as the sinners caged in different rooms knelt before him.

He could feel their agony, their fear... and it gave him the strength he needed. Their negative thoughts and evilness, which is the reason why they ended up here, gave him the fuel he must have to survive in this chaotic place.

In inferno, where his authority and power were unquestionable, he always had his demon form whether he liked it or not. Every time he stares into his reflection on the mini-fire lake inside his territory, he couldn't help but whimper as he couldn't bear what was in sight.

A gigantic beast with deeply burned red skin, long and dirty nails, fearful red eyes, and imperial horns which are only given to kings like him— it was purely horrible.

"Stand up," he commanded as the sinners immediately obliged.

The fire didn't stop from growing. It also meant that his power was increasing as he sat on the throne and felt the mysterious energy surrounding his body. It felt like the fire and his body became one, and he was made to rule this territory.

What he hated before became his sense of comfort zone.

Back in the days when Domhall was a human— A multi-billionaire CEO who had lots of money but nowhere to spend it, he hated the sunlight and heat as it made him feel hot-tempered and decreased his level of productivity.

Now, he's living with it.

And it's because of the moon.

For Domhall, it was a curse. The moon gave anyone the light they needed to cope with the dark, but it was the opposite for him. It brought him into the darkness... the reason why he became the demon king.

"Fuck that moonlight," he even added, almost in a whisper, as he remembered how did he end up in this unlikeable situation.

In a blink of an eye, camera flashes were surrounding the place as Domhall went out of his Rolls Royce car. As one of the youngest bachelors in town with a million-dollar net worth, no one would wonder why his entire life, even his agenda, was all over the news almost every day.

Wearing a three-piece blue suit, black leather shoes, and his infamous Rayban sunglasses, he waved his hand at the reporters as he went inside a bar, and the whole media industry became chaotic because of it. The flashes of the camera became aggressive as the reporters were desperately asking him questions, from his biography down to his least liked topic— His love interest.

It's not that he wasn't interested, but he liked the fact that he's single. He can bang people he wants. He wouldn't be able to do that if he's committed to someone else. He doesn't even plan to marry at the age of thirty-one.

"F.uck, man. I am not even sure if you're a businessman or an artist!" Clark, one of his friends, teased him as he sat on the couch. "You're the popular talk of the town," he even added before raising the bottle of wine and pouring it into the wine glass.