"Go away you filthy creature! You are a disciple of demons." The king has given his verdict. On this very day, an alluring creature is bound to death. With her messy long jet black hair covering the left side of her face and her creamy skin turned paler making the whip marks and bruises visible.
"You dare call me daughter of evil, but when the kingdom were in ruins you even call my name like a saint," Ariya laughed bitterly as she spat a mouthful of blood.
"This kingdom has long forsakened me, if someone was betrayed here, it was me!" She continued. She stood up from her pitiful position and faced the king with great pride and confidence. Her disheveled look adds to her allure, as if she was a fallen goddess.
"You are a disgrace to the kingdom, you should per--" before the king could continue, Ariya made her last words clear.
"As I die in this very place with the hands of my own countrymen, I, Ariya of the Northern tribe, shall curse this land! I will comeback to death and your heads will be served on my platter!" She shouted in gritted teeth. She cut her wrist and wrote "death" on the floor.
Darkness surged from her feet and covered the hall of the kingdom. It was complete darkness enveloped every person present. Then suddenly there's Death.