A tale of a prince who has found himself in alot of hurdles and a girl whose life has itself been a hurdle, both of there paths are fated to cross, but not without facing numerous obstacles and seeking vengeance.
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Amidst the happiness and peace in The Kingdom of Lorvil, there was a realm of darkness and devastation. Amongst all the cheerful and bright figures stood a gloomy and sorrowful building. It was like a dark abyss, a black hole in the midst of a beautiful galaxy. It sucked away all the joys that one had ever felt by just taking a look at it. The distress that it radiated was one of the many reasons that made people terrified to approach it. But the people were not petrified because of this sorrowful palace in itself but because of what or rather who inhabited and claimed it.
Damon Archer, the first prince of the ever succeeding growing empire was sitting in his room, smoothly sharpening his precious weapon that was his sword, his dark eyes focused on the hilt of the sword, the room filled with the short screeching. There was pattern on the hilt which symbolized the kingdom that he once considered to be his. In the dark interior of the room, the sword shone brightly as if a star in the middle of a quiet, dark night. He looked at his sword feeling like it was the only thing that he could ever trust, for it was inanimate and had no chance of betraying his true and rightful owner. He didn't consider his sword to be his savior but himself to be the power of the sword. Only his calm and patterned breath could be heard amongst the terrifyingly silent room, which itself was a chamber filled with unspoken emotions, rather his emotions which he had buried in the depths of his heart a long time ago. Any other being would not be able to withstand such an atmosphere, at least with such calmness but it seemed to not phase the calm man even in the slightest. In that room was a devil, eager to achieve his ultimate goal. In the calm of the night, the prince thought of the time years ago when he was presented with a slight dilemma. Should he or should he not act upon his vedetta? Back then the young man had been a somewhat youthful and innocent human. But as time played its magic and changed, so did he. His youthfulness was snatched away from him, leaving him with a dark hole in .You might think that it can't be just time oh no,the king ,the society they are all just imbeciles, fixated with ruining his life.
Tilting his head, he lifted the beautifully crafted, long sword and ran his fingers across the runes filling of the blade's fuller.
He heard a knock on his door and he commanded the person to come in. Damon: "Lucious". He said looking at him, his voice pitched deep and warm.
Lucious bowed his head and said: "Your highness, we have caught him," already fearing for the worst. A victorious dark smile crept on his face as his demeanour slowly turned dark which could send a chill down one's spine. Damon sat on his throne,his posture arrogant and implying that he was the one who ruled the world, he said with a sigh :"Get the poor prey. Let the world know that betraying me is to dice with death."
Lucious ordered the guards to get him while the man was begging and crying his eyes out' asking for help." Please forgive me, it is not my fault, I was just forced into this." He cried his lungs out." Is there any power superior than me that you grew the balls to betray me." Damon said in 'silence before storm' tone. I am sorr_ and in a flash his hand was on the floor, a pool of blood dripping as the devils swords pride enhanced. His dreadful screams filled the room as it echoed through walls. " let me remind you who i am". And with a splash, the man's body was mercilessly lying on the floor." DAMON ARCHER' FUCKING DAMON ARCHER." and with that he took his sword back,calmly sitting on his royal throne .
He had no mercy on the man whom he didn't even give a chance to speak and justify himself. Damon's eyes were red as the veins on his neck were visible because of the fury in him. Almost be I g on th verge of death, while taking the risk, Lucious asked: "your highness, sorry to question you but shouldn't you ask him about the real culprit who made him reveal our secret? Isn't is important for us to know because today it was this man but tomorrow it can be some other big risk?" The devil with his pride and vindictiveness exclaimed " let the dogs play until they can, once I catch them, the Satan in the hell will even dread." With that a smirk crept on his face which itself screamed his intentions.
HE WAS A DEVIL HIMSELF MERCILESS BLACK HEARTED WHERE THERE WAS NO EXISTENCE OF ANY EMOTION OF ANY KIND HIS HEART RESEMBLED A ROOM, FREAKING DARK, FILLED WITH MOURNS OF HATRED FURY AND MOST IMPORTANTLY REVENGE................
