'Knock, Knock' and just like that My Lord, knocked the doors of this mere weakling.
Well in case you don't know, the doorbell isn't an electronic type here. But it's completely unique and old. Like the gold has been melted to form a bangle shaped or a hollow circle-shaped, rough and tough metal.
Then this metal has been attached with the wood of the trees of this Magical Forest. Then that would have been attached to the side most part of the door, in the hanging form. All that you have to do is, hold this bangle shaped doorbell, then use a little force and let it reverberate with the door, which in turn will produce an echoing sound, which filled the house from inside out.
With the help of which, one gets to know, someone has arrived. And my lord had just rung this doorbell twice. Aww, how cute of him!! I know, most of the female readers of the story might want to kill me for changing the party that soon. But, I can't help!!! Raj definitely is not more than a speck of dit in front of this diety.
Be it in the form of beauty, Ahem!!! I mean handsomeness. Be it in the form of well defined and highly refined, well built, muscular body; Damn!!! The abs and all !!! are just too much. Those dark black eyes, which can show the depth of darkness, the depth of Hell, the depth of sorrow, the depth of torture, the depth of pain, the depth of betrayal, the depth of hatred ness, the depth of history, the depth of coldness, the depth of iciness, the depth of respect and love ... his shiny black eyes can show it all.
The depth of everything, depth of life, depth of death, too. Raj usually carries that dangerous, cold aura around him. But, My Lord doesn't carry that dangerous, cold aura around him. He just carries aloofness along with him. Complete aloofness from this world, from life, from death, from organisms, from pleasures, from luxuries, from treasures, from emptiness, from everything.
He is the kind, who won't even bat an eyelid, be it in between the crowd, or alone in his palace. Be it in between those creatures, those remnants of magic, or those cold, icy, long walls of the palace.
It's just that, nothing... nothing in this world matters to him. At first, he considered immortality as a gift but later found out it was a curse. A curse, for harming innocent lives. After all, he had no one in his life, except his family, who either left him alone to fend for himself alone in this World. Or who got brutally slaughtered by others.
It's just like, living without any purpose, without any reason. No matter, whether it's some country gaining freedom, or some country becoming a slave of others. There were tonnes of events, that happened in history. But, it just doesn't matter to him at all.
For him, the events of nowadays life are no less than a discussion of weather. He has been all alone for the entire time. And no matter, how much time he spends with this darkness, with this coldness, with this loneliness, he just couldn't become part of it.
But now, when he finally got the chance, to redo his biggest mistake of life. To save the Lord of Alimentation. To save The Dynasty of Magic, to summon back his brother, his clan, to gain back his mortality, to gain back the time span, the time limit, to gain back his death. Then, why won't he go for it?
After all, he knows very well, he has been born without a mate. So, he is bound to be a loner for the entire lifetime. A loner, which is no less than a curse, for shapeshifters. But here, despite, being a loner, he never gave up, either on himself or his life, he works hard, very very very hard, to pave his way to the crown. The Crown of Lord, which he earned.
But, what did he get, nothing!!!! Once, he got settled down here, all alone, with those remnants creatures, he took all the time, the time could grant him, to understand this, he is nothing more than a curse.
A curse, who brought the doom of The Kingdom of South. Yes, he blames himself, for not being there, when the Ruler, the Souveneiger, the King needed him the most.
He blames himself for everything. After all, only one in trillions of shifter, born without a mate. And the very shifter is considered as the curse. And it's believed by the elder generation; that the curse should be eliminated at all costs, as soon as possible, after finding it out.
Otherwise, that era, that place, people, and all are bound to be doomed, by The Deities of Heaven, in one way or another. ( Well, it's completely superstitious. There is no such thing as that, either in history or in the past. People just created it with time.. The only thing is that The supposed Curse, can't become a ruler of the country. As he/ she can't find a mate. And shifters only and only are bound to bond with their mates.
And only after bonding, mating can occur. Thus, in order to give an heir to the throne. To give the descendants, to the clan, the bloodline, the lineage. A curse can't become a ruler.
But with time, the people of the older generation convert the word Curse into a Scion. And just with the help of legends, songs, fairytales of the past, A curse turned into Scion, who brought disaster with it.)
And when Chaol was born, no one knew that he was a supposed curse. And when the Royal Clan found out, that he is the one and only "The Curse", they had fallen head over heels in love with him. They had spoiled him, loved him, protected him beyond any measure.
And due to those moments, the feelings, they decided to put this secret completely under wrap. Except for The Royal King and Queen ( his father and mother ), Lord Jacob, and Lord Erawan ( The next ruler and the one who died ruthlessly) nobody knew.
Not even the magic of the place could detect it out. And thus, this becomes a completely confidential secret. Since they wanted to save him from the slaughter that awaits him. But, as if fate have it , just the day before the slaughter he found out...
What do you think, happened next!!!