Dreams will always become reality the second you open your heart to all the possibilities in the universe. Desperate to get out of her chaotic life, Ansel Ru finds herself wrapped in between dimensions. With Angelo hiding behind her shadows through...
He was beautiful yet he was ugly. While his features decided to craft a different adventure, his heart was as dark as the devil itself. Fear was what he instilled, not just in the hearts of men but the hearts of every creature who laid their eyes upon his beauty. The severe teachings of his mentors seemed to be fading away along with his cracking texture. It was like a beautiful batter of the chocolate-chip cookie being added with droplets of poison in between.
How can something so beautiful hold the same nastiness in between? Even the nights were as beautiful as the days though its colour was dull and scary. All who set eyes upon him would fall into his deceive. One by one they began to corrupt; both heart and soul.
Shameless he was. As he spread the study of kindness, malice seeped in between each teaching. In the midst of his words, there was the multiplying amount of hatred. Yet, he was being worshipped like an angel, for he was the angel himself. Glasses of wine surrounded his throne as maidens of the best beauty were sent to him in order to please his undying lust for women.
Thinking he was the greatest among all, he began to demand more from the best. Chest full of golds covered his shelves. Books made out of gold and silver were lining in his chamber like a parade. Needless to say, everything he wanted was given to him. What was best would be sent to him immediately, to please his greed.
However, when the walls began to crumble and music turned from joy to sorrow, he shielded himself away into the deepest part of the world. Was he there to mourn? Was he there to weep? No, he did not. He was there to set up a deeper plan. A plan that would make him being feared by everyone. Days and nights he spent in his chamber, flipping through pages of gold and silver.
Accompanied by nothing except for his wine and favorite maiden, his madness grew worse. The council called for an heir to rule the kingless space and it was then he answered. Sprouted from the darkness of his chamber, he rose to rule with a promise to provide everyone with peace and harmony. But, what was peace to him?
In the phase of his own desire, they began to turn away from him. Children were abducted to be brainwashed into his teachings while those who are older would be dragged away from their family. Many began to oppose him, but one by one they began to fall under the perseverance of his soldiers. They were caged, killed, tortured and banished from his eyes. The malicious smile on his lips grew wider each time life was taken away.
His very breath was poisoned to the once peaceful society. Everyone began to turn away from his teachings and those who once allied with him turned into enemies. They began to oppose the ruling for the governance was nothing but dictatorial. Many turned away, fleeing from his ruling. One by one they built armies, formed colonies in order to defeat him but none succeeded.
Through fire and ashes, they realized that there was only one whom they could look up to now. One who had been living deep beneath the ground, away from all these malice for he was the cause of death itself. Hope was at their hands, but fate would determine if evil would be wiped out forever. It took days and weeks for persuasion for the latter knew the power of peace. His life was secluded unlike the other, this war was not his cup of tea. He did not see the need to interfere, for along the years he had been living in, he learned nothing except for one.
Trouble would not find you if you abandoned it. They pleaded for months only to gain nothing but rejection. After months of failure, they mocked him for being a coward for not being able to face his own sibling. Hate began to fill the sanity of every one of them. Soldiers began to lose their faith and one by one they bowed down to the beauty, hoping that their life would be spared.
Evil lurked between the skies and golden pathways for centuries. It never ceased and it never faded. Those blood-red paint scattered across the golden halls, cries became their new relaxation and bodies became new tiles to the place. The once beautiful and peaceful halls turned into nothing but a tormented playground.
The living waited for their hope to rise while the dead demands more revenge. Pain and sorrow lurked at every corner of the building. Soft cries filled the halls as they waited for their long lost savior who was now lurking in between the shadows where he truly belongs. Even as the sun rose, the darkness seemed to be the only season they ever had gone through for as long as they breathed and lived.
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