The Golden Throne.

Ten years ago,
The monster found a hidden gem.
And since then, it couldn't be any better.

Nayansh Grover, thirty-two, The king of the world where death means a payback. Never once he had flinched even slightly by the word 'killing'. and that's what made him The Golden king.

one night.
another man to kill.
but one kid...

The fifteen year old kid looked up at Nayansh, eyes full of confusion rather than fear. His father's body laid infront of him, his eyes held tears.

Nayansh crouched down to the kid, "the words, it has two side. Dark and Bright. your father messed with the dark side. and see...the darkness swallowed him. Take care, kiddo." he stood up to leave when the kid pulled at his suit.

"then...why has it not swallowed you?" the kid asked. Nayansh chuckled, bowing down a bit and whispered, "Because I'm the king. you have to be strong to bend the darkness on your wish to not get swallow by it, kid."

The kid blinked, tilting his head, "I wanna be like you too..." he muttered, incoherently. Nayansh smirked, and pointed at another man nearby who was beaten up, not dead yet and spoke, "Then...you have to kill without mercy."

with that, Nayansh turned away, Only to be froze by a loud gunshot voice. His eyes widened and he turned around. The kid has actually shot. A small smile spread on his face and he walked back to the kid, "What's your name, little devil?"

The kid blinked, lowering the gun and looked up at Nayansh. "Kushagra... kushagra kapoor."
Nayansh ruffled his hairs and held out his hand for the kid. "Wanna come to a new home?"
Kushagra nodded, taking the hand.

And that's how, the chapter begun.