LOVE, what is the meaning of it?
Unknown to many ,
Is love accepting someone for who they are , their light , their darkness , their perfections , their flaws,
Or is it a vow of never ending loyalty?
What is the hidden strength of this word?
Can it...
A robust young man stood at the threshold of a dark and dimly lit majestic room in the third and private meeting floor of a majestic and grand mansion standing proud and tall in the heart of Romalina ( fictional country) .
This building was hell for those who did a grave sin going against the lord of Romalina and heaven for those seeking his justice and mercy.
This man breathed fire , his disposition cold to petty cheap men lying under his shoes and warm to those seeking his mercy. Those years of practice had made him a skillful owner of the art of deceiving emotions but those who knew him in Romalina knew him either as their Robin hood or as a son of Lucifer.
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There was no middle ground.
Killing was his most famous hobby. He revelled in his hunting pursuits . The mansion had wide and far stretched hunting grounds serving as home of deadliest animals at the crown of whom sat him.
In the wide expanse of grass lied the home of scorpions, Komodo dragons , crocodiles in water pools waiting every day for a new prey and many more but the lion of the jungle was this man .
The prey who committed the highest crime were given this punishment . This hunting grounds spiked fear in the heart of many mafia bosses and gang leaders so none dared to go against him.
His mansion was his hell and he was it's personnel devil. His dictionary of tortures for various forms of crime restricted only to the morally wrong with no chance of going back and repentance.
Never in this career spanning decades did he ever hurt an innocent or those who got caught in the web of darkness but still had a chance to revert back.
He didn't even trust his heart , his own shadow . He slept armed and spent his day armed.
Coming from one such hunting expedition he stood tall , strong , proud and stoic with an intimidating disposition. His mere towering presence looming over their heads sparked fear in the eyes of those who can concocted a plan to manipulate him to do their dirty bidding.
Reverence Dejiva stepped on their frightful soul in all his glory.
( Guys my Reverence is here if you do not like this choice you are free to assume your hero)
Oh! What a sight to behold through naked eyes. Six foot 5 inches tall , Caucasian young man , broad shoulders . Muscles ripping at every nook and corner , midnight black orbs . His face crafted by god himself and the heavy beard adding to his glory.
Pure lethal .
And he was the correct definition of Criminally Good .
This deadly combination of looks and coldness of character sure attracted a swarm of woman all of whom came flocking and swooning over this man made god from near and afar.
But this man who had bathed his soul in gripping and rippling darkness was so bone chilling in appearance and character that none dared to approach him not even the most daring of harlots in a bid to earn more money.
He committed horrifying crimes with sincere passion and diligence smiling like a god forsaken physcopath . He had a truce with the devil himself .
He was a demon king in true forms living in his demonic castle .
But somewhere he had hidden in this darkness a heart which beat only for those whose memories he had treasured inside it's caves , sheltered from the stark darkness that resided in every pore of his being.
This organ was just a blood pumper for him but it had hidden inside it's crevices memories of the women whoes inner strength and character made him who he is today fighting against what life threw at him.
Yes he was surrounded only by woman in the early years of his life. The kind most destested among them though about whom nobody talked openly.
And in the string of memories was a baby wrapped in lilac cloth . Whose rosy cheeks neither that 7 year old boy could forget nor this man can.
"Sir Dejiva , we request you to ship our consignment . Your brand and name in this field would bid us a whopping price."
Reverence didn't pay any heed as he sat majestically in his chair like a true king .
He was surrounded by his loyal men and women . Fully armed and ready to take any blow that would come for their boss.
Their loyalty was extreme , many were in service of each Romalina's lord since generations.
Others had been given life by Reverence himself .
They could kill for him and die for him without any regret such was their faith on him .
This faith was what Reverence cherished and vowed to never break . ......,....................
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