A demon, an angel, a villian, a nightmare: Which of these he really was, Or was he just only a couple of these. He had a past. A gruesome one. His mere steps made even his own shiver to death. He was no one’s friend. And he was no one’s enemy.
Entwined in a way unsought by the bravest kinds, he bore away the swords thrown his way. His sanity was tied to the one who knew no right or wrong.
What happens when the power of the devil is bestowed to someone who did not know which way to cast the same.
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A Demon’s heart
He was no sword of a Knight.
He was the fire of the lightning.
He was not the news of a saviour
He was the will of the devil.
There was nothing he cannot destroy.
Not a sword, not a fort.
There did not exist another who wasn’t afraid
To stand amid the path he was to take
He knew no righteous path
Than the one he was preached all along
He knew no lie
Than the one he was taught all along.
When the swing of his sword comes about
The change in the time- right or wrong- will pan about.
When fate rests on his shoulders
The one to spin his sword
Wins it all;
Or that is what they call a win.
Anaya remembered the voice far better than her own, now. The strange accent and the low, clear hissing throaty voice. Anaya took a deep breath before she slowly turned around warily. Dhruv stood on top of one of the white rocks, which dotted the area, with his arm casually folded in front of him, not far from where they were trying to hide. His lips were pulled back into a wolfish grin. Anaya couldn’t help but notice the chill that ran up her spine. She knew what was about to happen.
He is going to bring me a lot of pain…
Even though Anaya was contemplating an escape plan, she knew there was no way she could hide from this grey-eyed man. Now that he had found her, so deftly, she could feel it in her bones that things were going to get worse for her. He jumped down and landed like a cat, on the ground, with an unmistakable grace. His belt still glowed in a dull purple fluorescent color. He raised his chin at Anaya, glaring at her with a poisonous stare that made her shiver. He advanced with clear dominance, like a predator closing in on its prey. His eyes hardly flickered from her. Out of nowhere, Gajren got in front of Anaya . She looked up at Gajren both amazed and flummoxed.
“You have taken what is yours and I have come to take what is ours.” Gajren’s shoulders hunched up, clearly tensed.
Dhruv’s subtle grey eyes flashed with something close to pride.
“Oh, I see. But somehow, we have not yet decided whether or not to forsake her,” Dhruv replied calmly yet did not stop his slow and confident advance.
Dhruv’s grey eyes got darker. He slowly and menacingly pulled out his belt that glowed in a bright purple color now, intimidating Gajren with his every movement. He whipped his belt threateningly at his side. Gajren, reflexively, took a step back and Anaya followed suit, as he pulled out another hefty black colored sword from his belt. For Anaya, the goose bumps were back. The swords Gajren held looked ancient and were filled with strange patterns and writings of some alien language, all over the blade and hilt. Hesitation flashed on Dhruv’s face for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed, as he stopped a few feet away from them.
Gajren pulled out a vial filled with a thick reddish-brown liquid which seemed to boil inside the container. “Back off, prince. We don’t want to spoil your pretty face.”
Oh ho… You said the wrong words Gajen! Anaya swallowed.
A venom-dripping grin spread across Dhruv’s face, all the hesitation was gone just like that. “We wouldn’t want that, would we?” he hissed through gritted teeth.
Aara : Legacy of the fire queen, Chapter: Forsaken attack
Vandana Rajan
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