The demon head

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          Chapter one.          
            
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Bruno Mayden stared ahead staring at his castle,his fortress, his kingdom bereaved to him at the age of 14,since then he had taken over the responsibility of looking after it so well.
       Matthew  Mayden his father was  a great tycoon the best ever was,famous for his wealth and definitely feared for his brutality and cruelty. He signed,probably he got that from the old man. His mum,he scoffed
As he breathed in a cold air,a perfect beauty,just like a beautiful angel who reminded him of a cool winter  full of peace and happiness, too bad she had to die,well who's gonna remind him of that anyway.
   He scoff as he  dropped down from pedalos, a black stallion which made him happy and ignited. As four men came to receive him he harden his look.    "welcome my lord"....instead he turned and swing in with ease reaching inside he cursed under his breath"just like always"cold and lonely.
       He never Cared though,he is Al-ral-hul the great leader of the league of assassin, the lord of Al-beuk-tul the dragon den,centuries old but never once defeated, a brute killer who everyone feared and respected. But why does he still feel hollow somewhere in his heart,he harden his look,his heart died long ago since when he avenged the death of his mother,  that single act of his had convinced him of what he was today,killing his mother murderer at the age of 12 had convinced him of that.
    Though he didn't care but every time he thought of his future it fades completely. He tuned at the slight noise"yeah what is it?!,"don't you mama teach you how to knock!!it better be something important or I would slit your throat and deliver it straight to your mama that's if she is still alive!!".hardening his face to make home his point,which he did seeing the fright on the kid's face,probably 23 or more he had recruited so many young boys well it wasn't his fault they came to train and master the dark art of defence, it was their choice to come to nanda pandet,it was their choice to come to his kingdom to raid off the hurtful memories of their old self,it was their choice.
  He pause as he fold his  arms making the iron's shaped rings in his finger to tingle and the boy knowing what it meant grunt"well.......hem...."the kid coughed"well you see my lord a woman was caught stealing  sir...hem..she sneaked in"he paused again demonstrating with his hands"we were alert sire but how she got in got us all dumbfounded,we  know we should have known  sire due to our years of training and  mastering the dark art of defense, we are sorry my lord,we should have known".The kid stopped shaking though trying hard not to show it.                                                         "so she sneaked in with all  the best men placed to watch this fortress?!"she didn't even give a squeak?nothing?!!.he was gripping the kid neck". "please.......my lord .....my lord don't kill me....my lord tender your servant with mercy....I...I...have a sick mother..please""
    Al-ral-hul looked at him with cruelty in his face,no doubt his face spoke volumes of death to come,he had trained himself right at 7 on how to pick heartbeat and this kid heart beat could cause a heart attack,lucky for him mercy is on the way.             "Do you think I care?!!,listen bitch  I am Al-ral-hul,your master,piece of shit!!
     In a quick he clipped the veins in his throat"dead meat"he spat,what a hell brat trying to feign with his pathetic doom, cleaning the dirt from his hand, he grimaced,a woman who could sneak into his den with the way every member of his league were trained is not an ordinary person and by God she would see hell for centuries old no one had ever been able to do that and she would regret ever doing so....

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