Hades Knight was a sturdy old man particularly handsome at a ripening age but the very essence of his being well was too dark that it destroyed every tether of light one can hold for sanity.
He still had a swarm of woman dying to catch a glimpse of the sincerely charming face and unapologetic flirty character at every turn he took.
Well women , they were never a problem for him either the came willingly or otherwise but they were there.
Everybody knew the most difficult of their species turned out to be the most obedient slaves for him.
He had created an aura of godliness around him that enticed every being in the vicinity unaware of his the rotten mind behind this cloth of flesh which time was a proof well protected it's monstrosity .
So horrendous was every fibre of his being that it had long blurred the fine thread that separated right and wrong by miles.
But what made this monster was a story in itself.
Hades was always a neglected child.
Darren Knight was power and magnificence in every muscle that moved.
The man of power bowed down to a woman in his life that became his beloved wife but unfortunately she left him alone to fend with the power and darkness he harvested within himself along with the symbol of their love.
The grand lord had made up his mind to hate the child for he was the reason of his loneliness that he had long locked away but one look at the innocent child lying in the crib his wife decorated with so much diligence changed his mind.
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