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Part 4/ Chapter 54

Dorian- Age 16(October)

As the night gets deeper, the darkness at the end of the thin ray of moonlight becomes one with the moonlight's shadow, they start to move. Their hearts beat, and warm blood flows in their veins. They're getting slashed but not being slashed. An indestructible body with the strength of a beast. They belong to this world for centuries but people never accept them. For them, they are always known as monsters. Monsters who always kill people without any mercy. If you don't want to be sacrificed, be aware of them. The identity of the monsters is the MALIGN.

I closed the book after finishing the last page. And slam it on the table in front of me because I know he's not paying any attention to whatever I read for him. I sigh and throw the book direct on his leg, he immediately sits up who was lying on the bed just a moment ago.

"Dorian Wilson, as a Crown Prince, how can you throw a book like that?" he tells me while making a dramatic face.

I scuff "Is it a book?" I ask, aggressively.

He again lies down, pulling one knee up, facing the ceiling above him "The Malign" he corrects himself. "Why do people hate us?" he turns over the pages, trying to read it just as I read just a moment ago. "Indestructive body with the strength of a beast" he copied me.

I roll my eyes "Give it back, Tylor" I order.

He quickly pulls himself into a sitting position, and lingers to me "You still don't answer my question, brother".

I let out a heavy sigh "I don't know either. Maybe our ancestors had done the bad act or something".

"Whooooo, they might be cool. Right?" he asks. I can see that his curiosity is at its peak. I shake my head and start completing my homework. And when I don't answer. He twisted his mouth in irritation and again lie down on the bed, supporting his head on his one arm, lifted his head while staring at me "We should have been switched, right?"

I pivoted my eyes at him "What are you talking about?"

"I should have been born first then I'd been one year elder than you. Then the title of first Malign King will be mine. And you are the one who will follow my every order"

I didn't reply. Because this is something which I'm not interested in at all. I hate being the future King. I hate being part of this family. If I have the option to switch my life with someone else. I would love to.

He sits up and raises his both hands in the air, trying to illustrate the situation dramatically "Look at the pose of beautiful Prince writing. The ideal son, every family desperately wants, is sitting right over there" he states and point his hand in my direction. "How sad? The son doesn't want to be the King. And Tylor Wilson or you can call him Tylor Luke. The second son of this Malign family is a scoundrel with a bad attitude" and let out a disappointed sigh, wiping off his tears, trying to act like he's crying even though he's not. He's just acting.

I look up and chuckled at his great performance. And so does he. He doesn't like his name as Tylor Wilson. He prefers Tylor Luke. I don't know why.

After a moment, he slightly lingers his leg below my table and throws it in the air above me. But I grab it quickly with one hand and pull it back to the ground "What are doing?" I ask under my teeth while glaring at him.

"Whooooo" he snorts as he watched a great show. He wiggles his eyebrows at me "Play with me," he asks which is more a demand than a request.

"No, I'm busy" I snap and return to what I was doing a few seconds before.

He sighs, making faces, trying to distract me. But useless. I'm best at ignoring. But he is someone who never listens to me. He grabs the wooden stick from the ground and without any warning, he attacked me, but too slow for me. I brought the book into the blocking position and grab another stick from the table. I jump when he attacked me once again, whirling my body. I pushed him. He stumbled but quickly balance himself and pass me his winning smirk. Tylor launched himself again at me, going straight for the centre of my chest. I falter backwards, trying to block him instead of attacking him back. But he's too stubborn. He keeps swiping the stick toward me. I whirled away. As he struck nothing but air, he displays a wide grin. And charged after me again.