In a village, an elderly woman was on her knees, putting her hands before the statue of a devil in her home, repeating the same words like a mantra. "Curse the infidels. Curse the infidels. Curse the infidels." She repeated, praying from the bottom of her heart. Hearing the prayer of her Mother, little Daphne, with exquisite light blue eyes, who was only fifteen, hugged her knees close to her chest, sitting on the ground. "Mama, are we… infidels? Are we destined to perish by mere villagers despite the strength we possess?" She asked, tensed to think they are considered among evils, but what faults did they have? "We are the infidels of this land, Daphne. Strayed from the righteous, bound by tainted bloodlines." Opening her eyes, similar to Daphne’s, there was another eye on her forehead which one might call the Third eye, but she had sewed it securely so it wouldn’t open. She stitched the power of her eyes. They are people of great power but dying for the village’s acceptance.
"Dwell in darkness, embrace it briefly." A black pattern dispersed around the people of the town and they all passed out instantly. Looking up, she felt a pair of arms wrapped around her, hugging her firmly to shelter her from the ignorant fools around her. She looked up only to find a man with beautiful emerald eyes and long raven hair, a slight beard, upholding a frontage of dominance and authority in black robes, embracing her. "When did you learn the forbidden spell?" Another voice came like someone equally aesthetic as he came nonchalantly. Looking like two rouges. "Since I got it. Countless perceptions I was unaware of are etched now, though I am still unsure how to use them properly." Zadicus replied softly, holding Daphne firmly to help her soothe herself. He understands the pain of your parents dying before your eyes extremely well. Smiling beautifully, he looked at the seven years younger kid down. "Are you alright, young girl?" He asked tenderly, running his hand in
Back in Aziel, It’s been a month since Zadicus and Tristan were exiled from Aziel. They can no longer return to their homeland anymore.Persephone was walking down the streets after getting some groceries with her head hanging low, her eyes lost their shine after Zadicus left, imprinting a scar on her soul.She stopped speaking, talking, reacting, utterly detached from life without him but surviving some who under the name of breathing enough to keep her alive.She was walking down the street until some whispers reached her ears which halted her steps.“Did you hear? Tristan broke the jail and ran away with his Brother after Zadicus murdered his Father.” Her heart skipped a beat when she heard it. She didn’t know at this moment it wasn’t Zadicus, he was a murderer to her just like to everyone else but-How can she control her heart which loves him immensely?“Who would have fathomed they would do this? What a selfish bastard. What greed led him to this point?” They continued.“How co
The next day, Persephone woke up with a throbbing pain in her head which stole her clear vision from last night's sights where she doesn't remember clearly what she ended up doing because of manipulative depression. Forgetting mostly what happened last night but vaguely remembering passing out in Kriss’s arms after attempting to take her life. Groaning, she sat up, holding her head, noticing she was on her king sized bed and Kriss was lying on the sofa in the corner, sleeping peacefully. Gasping, she moved back, hitting the bed frame. Hearing her gasp, Kriss woke up too and saw her with an appall plastered on her face. Kriss knew she didn’t remember anything so he showed no expression and sat up with a yawn. “Don’t expect me to waste my time on saving you from suicide again.” He said coldly, explaining the whole scenario in one sentence as calmly as possible so they wouldn't think and panic about each other's unforeseen actions. “I didn’t ask you to save me.” She muttered, turni
“Dammit!” Kriss cursed under his breath when he was thrown again by the strongest warrior of their country again. Marking the end of this training for today. He was panting heavily, many bruises on his body, sweat rolling down as he was lying on the ground, staring at the setting sun, dispersing a yellow-orange in the sky. “I guess that’s it for today, His Highness.” Johnson said, coming closer, smiling faintly at him. “Tsk. I have a long way to go.” Kriss growled, breathless, infuriated at him for wasting these years in having fun and idling around. “No one reaches the top with no effort. You truly have a long way to go.” He sighed, holding his sides. “I won’t fall back now. I will surpass you too. I must go beyond the basic point of strongest.” Kriss said sternly. All of them realized they were overusing their high position. Just because they had a high status, they neglected the importance of power and authority. And when the time arrived, all of them were pathetic to the c
2 Years Later. Things passed in a blink of an eye, all of them were on their distinguished path, learning how to become strong to ensure they won’t lose to anyone again. Zadicus had changed completely, the man of constant smile and felicity died somewhere along the way. Nothing but an assertiveness remained on his soul only. “Daphne, Tristan. Stay here. I have something important to do.” Zadicus’ stone-cold tone came. Tristan was perplexed, they both exchanged nervous glances but nodded eventually. After two years. He was going to meet Sir Laire, hoping he would have done as he instructed properly in those two years. Zadicus went back, never expecting he would come back to Aziel again but circumstances led him here. With a sour face, he entered and prioritizing his personal feelings he went to see his beloved. Standing on top of the training ground, he concealed his presence perfectly and saw Kriss and Persephone sitting together, talking and laughing. Kriss was staring intens
When Zadicus took Avin back with him, the level of disgust Tristan had for him was unfathomable. “You could have made anyone your slave by using Abysmal Revival, why does it have to be him!?” Tristan yelled, growling at Zadicus. “I did this for you. I thought you would be happy to see Avin.” Zadicus shrugged, sitting down. “Why would I be!? Those who die don’t return. What do you expect me to do with this fucking piece of meat!?” He yelled, losing his mind, infuriated to even look at Avin. “Look at his face! He doesn’t feel anything, doesn’t think, he doesn’t even care what I think!? How could you mock Avin like this!?” Tristan growled, losing his patience. Daphne was taken aback. She had never seen Tristan fighting Zadicus once and this one puppet had infuriated him. “Tristan…” She whispered, coming closer to hold him, but he narrowed his eyes in dejection. “Tristan-” Avin opened his mouth to speak but his rage came back with a lot of force. “Don’t you fucking dare to talk to
Tristan came back as Zadicus asked hurriedly about Persephone. He wanted to know about her desperately, how she is, what she is doing now. Anything about her would tranquilize his heart. "How's Persephone?" Zadicus asked, a strange glimpse of felicity all of them noticed at her mention. They can see what this name does to him. "She is doing great. An amazing warrior to be exact, she became the youngest trainee to become a unit leader." Tristan shrugged, pretending he didn’t see the different mien when it came to Persephone. "Wow, I didn't expect it from her." Zadicus praised her, feeling proud to know her progress. "She is the Sage's daughter. Of course, she is extremely strong. One of a kind too, the purest fire user." Tristan added, which made all of them gasp. Only one percent of magic users are purest. Kriss and Persephone are one of them. Persephone can control fire at will. "What?!" Zadicus asked in disbelief. Tristan smirked at his reaction and nodded. "Yeah. She has c
~Leaving this corrupted tale behind like a chapter in the past…~ Knocking, he took a deep breath, the sensations he once used to feel for her no longer existed, replaced with a delight to find his most cherished people binding in a sacred bond. “Persephone.” Kriss called, opening the door slowly to find Persephone an exquisite princess gown with a veil over her head. She had tears of felicity in her eyes which she wiped quickly and grinned at him, “Kriss?” Kriss returned a kind smile, taking a step towards her, standing before as his eyes contemplated her form, she looked like a princess who was about to end her fairytale. “You look angelic.” Kriss whispered sincerely, stopping at her eyes, felicitous for both Persephone and Zadicus. “Thank you.” She mumbled sheepishly, not used to fancy dresses and gowns but for her special day, she wore the most beautiful floor length lace gown, embroidered heavily. “Zadicus is dying to see you. He is so lucky to have the one he loves. No
While they went to take care of the guest, everyone else was lost in their own world and matters. Waiting for the final moment delightfully. Amid them, Tabit noticed Vera coming with her two years old adopted daughter. Vera wanted to give her life a meaning and adopted a girl from the orphanage. “Hey. How’s Ava doing?” Tabit asked, waving sweetly at Ava. Tabit had changed entirely, the deadness in her tone had faded, the seriousness in her eyes no longer existed, she had become a jovial person. “Good.” Vera smiled, patting her daughter’s head, considering her new meaning of life, offering her everything to this kid now. “Ava, Say hi.” Vera whispered, “Hello.” She greeted sweetly, bowing out of respect. “Hey, sweetie.” Tabit greeted, patting her head and noticing her happiness, Vera asked about her wellbeing, “What about you, Tabit?” “I am doing great. Actually better than I could ever be.” Tabit grinned, straightening her back to turn to Vera and talk to her. “Glad to hear
6 Months Later. Things were finally coming to their nonchalance, everyone was learning the ways of this new world gradually, everyone was accepting their lives- reviving the dead economy of Fier. And after a devilishly long time, the time to make a promise Zadicus made to Persephone had come, the day where their souls would connect eternally had finally come. Their wedding. In a three piece white suit, having an expensive brooch on the label. Hairs combed perfectly behind followed by a clean and trimmed beard unlike before. Clearing his throat, Zadicus looked at himself, checking himself to see whether he looks fine or not and smiled, remembering his Father in this auspicious event. “Finally, this day has come, Father.” Zadicus breathed out, looking out from the window of the grand house he once called his home, smiling beautifully. Following his Father’s steps, he had devoted his life to knowledge and education, he would lead a new generation through his powers and knowledg
After Tristan left, they all exhaled in sadness, turning to each other. “Tristan left too now. First Juniper and Ahlum and now him.” Vera whispered, not liking there were reducing in numbers but at least no one was dead.“I am going home.” Kriss said sadly, not wanting to talk about it anymore, ever since Juniper left, Kriss was totally depressed, he didn’t want to talk with her anymore.“I will check-” Persephone was about to speak but Zadicus stopped her.“Don’t check up on him. He needed to be alone. You guys go. I need to take Persephone somewhere too.” Zadicus said, taking Persephone’s hand.“Where?” She asked but he began to drag her away with him as quickly as he could, leaving everyone bewildered at his rush to take Persephone somewhere they didn’t know about.“Just come. We are already late.” Zadicus said, panting heavily while they were running down the forest, hands tightly locked together so no power of this world could part it. “Zadicus?” Persephone asked, worried at hi
Time passed in a blink of an eye, it had been a month, most of the damage was recovering gradually. Obviously the loss of lives couldn’t be recovered but people were trying to save whatever is left.Everyone was back to their position, to their duties. Many people died so everyone joined in to help. Continuing the family’s work, Zadicus left all violence behind and chose knowledge.He became the education minister, continuing what belonged to his family. Tademono's lineage had always been scholars and he would continue it with Daphne as his assistant. Sir Lark lost his life so Ruth pinched in to handle the country’s security. Of course they would have to work hard to gain acceptance but they did.“I am placing all my faith in you guys. Do not disappoint me. I have already lost too many people and you guys are the saviors.” His Majesty sighed but he truly had no choice but to have their help due to the crisis.“Rest assured, My Lord, we will devote ourselves. You can trust my people
Smiling, Kriss didn't wait for a second and pulled her into a passionate kiss, moving his fingers to her hairs, locking them perfectly to gain access to her lips so he could kiss them with all his endearment.Juniper was taken aback for a second but melted into his pure affection, closing her eyes, pulling his shirt as she kissed him back, moving her lips in unbreakable sync with his.They both smiled, kissing each other passionately. Juniper was slightly sloppy while Kriss’ talented lips gave her a whole new sensation of euphoria. Chuckling huskily, Kriss pulled away, holding Juniper possessively, “Be mine.” He pleaded, losing his breaths, having one desire left in his heart. But it wiped her felicity, replacing it with the apprehension of what she ended up doing in spur of emotions. “I can’t.” She whispered, horrified, realizing she ended up being manipulated by feelings.“Why not? You love me, I love you, I am willing to do everything.” Kriss asked, laughing nervously to wonder
Since Juniper was injured badly, she took a prolonged period to recover from that injury. She was sleeping peacefully until she felt long nails running down softly.Opening her eyes slowly by the foreign feeling, she saw Ahlum was no longer there with her but Delora was.She gasped instantly out of fear, unable to move while she was stroking her hairs.“How are you, Juniper?” Delora’s seductive tone came, caressing her sister slowly. “Fine.” She gulped, alarmed in her presence but her body was not ready to move and judging Ahlum’s disappearance, Delora must have taken her back to Yizar.“You guys did great. I knew he could do this. Zadicus had this potential in him.” Delora whispered sincerely, pulling her hand away, tracing her finger down to Juniper’s scar on her back, ruining her beautiful sister’s skin- according to her.“Are you here… to kill me?” Juniper asked hesitantly, swallowing hard in dread to wonder what she wanted from her.“You had enough adventure. I cannot risk your
“Finally the old man is retiring.” Vera chuckled, shaking her head to see Azen finally giving up on his position as the leader of Red Rain.“Yeah…” Tabit and Vera smiled at the adorable scene before them, looking at the elderly couple made them have faith in love. Their love had been the same for years. Rose is Azen’s lifeline. “Boss, we found someone from the assassin’s camp.” Since Tabit had become the leader of Red Rain, her responsibilities were enhanced. Sighing, she grinned, waving at all of them and left to see. Being from the camp too, she knew what could save a lost soul.Before Tabit, a thirteen year old kid was there who had no hopes of living just like her. She won’t ruin another life. I won’t do what Azen did. They are kids after all. Tabit thought compassionately. Taking a deep breath, she bent on her knees, holding her hand out to the kind who was unknown to kindness.“Hey, I am Tabit. Nice to meet you.” Tabit said happily, giving a sudden spark to the child befor
Sunlight penetrated through the curtains, falling on the face of a handsome man, covered in bandages, sleeping on the king-sized bed, waking him up from the deep but peaceful slumber of his.Opening his eyes slowly, his eyes fell upon a beautiful lady who opened the curtains to allow his skin to absorb some sunshine. Turning her head, she returned a sweet smile, whispering with a most loving tone of hers, “Hey…” Blinking, he regained his senses, clearing his vision from the light and noticing his beloved sitting next to him on the bed.“Persephone?” He called, blinking a few times before gaining his ability to see properly.“How are you feeling, Zadicus?” Humming, Persephone ran her fingers down his soft raven locks while holding his hand with her other hand, caressing him like a cherished possession.“Isn’t it... Your room?” He asked vaguely, sitting up, groaning in pain from the fight, looking around to find himself in the room he never thought would come again, finding himself o