Prabhanjan went deep under the thickets of his childhood memories. For most of us it is the school, birthdays, family outings, adoration by parents but for his past life was more of an ever haunting nightmare. He could trade his life with the lords of the dark caves, these lords were worshipped by the loathe of the innocence and greed and devilry of their novices. The quest of Miraz was to become one of those dark lords who can then put an end to the misery of the poor. His aims were high and noble but the path was nefarious and dangerous.
He had nothing but the skill to walk over a kill without a grin or remorse. As if he was born to kill, slit throats and spill guts out of human. He was looked upon by many demons with a sense of pride. "A legend is born" they said, "there will be none to stand against his tide," they said.
Lesser known to the outworld are the secret and conveniently fictious world of demons who are always under leash to let loose and when they do create havoc and bone shaking acts of terror is presented for the out world.
He had nothing but the skill to walk over a kill without a grin or remorse. As if he was born to kill, slit throats and spill guts out of human. He was looked upon by many demons with a sense of pride. "A legend is born" they said, "there will be none to stand against his tide," they said.
Lesser known to the outworld are the secret and conveniently fictious world of demons who are always under leash to let loose and when they do create havoc and bone shaking acts of terror is presented for the out world.
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