Lily's dress flowed like a cascading waterfall, its fabric woven from the finest threads of moonlight and dew-kissed petals. Embroidered symbols adorned the gown, shimmering like stars scattered across the midnight sky, each symbol whispering secrets of the ancient forest.
Her headband and bracelets were like delicate vines, intertwined with leaves of emerald and blossoms of ruby. When she adorned them, it was as if the forest itself had crowned her with its regal beauty, bestowing upon her the wisdom of the trees and the grace of the nymphs.
Upon her feet, Lily donned boots that hugged her ankles like loyal wolves, their sturdy soles leaving imprints on the forest floor like the footprints of a guardian spirit. And when she chose to wear sandals, they were like enchanted whispers, guiding her steps as she moved through the dappled sunlight, leaving traces of her presence like a trail of stardust.
Around her neck, she wore a magical pendant, a crystal orb infused with the essence of the forest's ancient heart. It glowed with an ethereal light, illuminating her path through the darkness, like a beacon leading her towards her destiny.
As Lily traversed the magical forest, her dress, headband, bracelets, boots, and pendant were not merely garments and accessories, but extensions of her being, embodiments of the enchanting world she inhabited. Each item held a unique tale, a connection to the spirits of nature, and an invitation to the heart of the forest's mysteries.
She was a vision, like a living painting that walked amongst the trees, a harmonious blend of human grace and mystical allure. With every step she took, it was as if the forest rejoiced, the leaves rustling in gentle applause, and the birds singing ballads of admiration.
*LUCA'S DOMAIN*
"My Lord, your son is here,"
Malphas said with his head bowed.
Lucas, the devil king, sat on his hideous throne like a shadowy specter, his presence a foreboding storm in the heart of his dark palace. His restless movements were like a caged beast, prowling with impatience, unable to break free from the chains of his own malevolence.
The throne, a grotesque monstrosity, seemed to coil and contort like a serpent, its twisted design reflecting the dark corners of Lucas's soul. It appeared to feed on the misery and suffering that permeated the palace, as if it was an entity of its own, subservient only to the wicked ruler.
The atmosphere within the palace was thick with tension, as if the very air itself dared not make a sound, lest it draw the devil king's ire. The flickering candle flames cast eerie shadows on the walls, resembling tortured souls seeking respite from their eternal torment.
Lucas's eyes, like smoldering embers, glowed with an unsettling intensity, as if they held the secrets of a thousand malevolent schemes. His fingers drummed on the armrest of his throne like a haunting melody, a constant reminder of his insatiable hunger for power.
Outside the palace walls, the howling wind seemed to carry the mournful cries of the land, lamenting the rule of the devil king. Even the moon itself hid behind a shroud of dark clouds, as if it feared to witness the malevolence that unfolded within the cursed walls.
Darius, the son of Lucas, enters with majestic and elegant beauty. Darius was an ethereal hybrid, a mesmerizing blend of otherworldly beauty and captivating grace. His mother died immediately when he was born, 20 years ago.
His hair cascaded like a silken waterfall, flowing with the fluidity of moonlight as it caressed his shoulders, a shining crown that adorned his elegant presence.
His face, chiseled like a masterpiece of sculptor's art, held an allure that could rival the most enchanting of mythical creatures. It was as if the gods themselves had crafted his features with divine precision, a symphony of perfection that left all who beheld him awestruck.
When he spoke, his voice was a velvety melody that danced on the breeze, resonating with an enchanting sweetness that could lull even the wildest of hearts into a state of tranquility. It was like the soft whisper of a gentle zephyr, weaving its way through the listener's soul, leaving them spellbound and longing for more.
In his presence, the very air seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly glow, as if the stars had descended to bask in his radiance. He moved with the grace of a celestial dancer, every step a celestial waltz that echoed with celestial music, enthralling all who gazed upon his ethereal form.
Darius, with his epitome of beauty, stood as a symbol of the delicate balance between light and darkness, caught between the legacy of his devilish lineage and the untamed allure of the supernatural world.
"I great you, father,"
Darius bowed.
Lucas smiled and welcomed his son with a hug, despite being frowning at others, he always stayed calm with his son.
"I found her!" Malphas shouted from outside.
"Who, father," Darius asked.
"Oh, I have never talked to you about her. I'm sorry, my son,"
"Her name is Lily, the powerful princess, who said would kill and destroy me. She is the daughter of the late King Alistair and Queen Arabella of Everglen Kingdom. Her father, the king, was a human, and her mother was believed to be a witch. I sent my servants to invade their place and bring her to me when she was just born. But before they reached there, King Alistair had died, the neat and tidy palace turned to a stream of blood, and Queen Arabella was nowhere to be found. I didn't know exactly what happened because your mother was in the labor room too, but..." Tears fell from his eyes
*FLASHBACK*
When Lucas heard of the tragic fate that had befallen his wife, Julianna, his cries echoed through the depths of his dark domain like a mournful symphony. Each tear that fell from his eyes was like a burning ember extinguished, a testament to the smoldering anguish that consumed his heart.
His cries were a tempest of sorrow, raging like a tumultuous storm, unleashing torrents of grief that washed over his soul like crashing waves upon jagged rocks. The wails of his anguish reverberated like the mournful growls of a lone tiger, echoing through the desolate void of his sorrow.
As he clutched the lifeless form of his beloved in his arms, his pain was palpable, like a searing fire scorching the very fabric of his being. His heart, once a bastion of darkness and malevolence, now lay shattered like a fragile glass, fractured by the weight of his sorrow.
His cries pierced the cold and shadowy walls of his kingdom, like a blade of despair, as he wept for the loss of his cherished Juliana. It was as if the very foundations of his malevolent realm quivered with sympathy, recoiling from the depths of his grief.
In the wake of Juliana's passing, Lucas' cries carried the weight of a thousand years, resonating with the eternal ache of a heart torn asunder. His tears were like bitter potions, each drop laced with regret and remorse, as he grieved for the love he could never hold again.
Amidst the darkness of his kingdom, the devil king's cries stood as a testament to the depth of his loss, a lament that would forever haunt the shadows of his soul.
*CURRENT MOMENT*
Lucas faked a smile and wiped his tears.
"That's why I named you, Darius, you would take my position. If I found the girl before your mother, she would have been alive till now, because Lily's blood has something in it. The origin of powers are unknown to me, but I heard she has many hidden powers. Even the day I sent Malphas to the Enchanted Shadefell to bring her, I saw "HEALER" written boldly by lightning in the sky 20 years ago.``
Lucas told his son everything, except how he met his mother, Julianna.
"I must kill her before she can use her power," Lucas said angrily.
"I ruled this land more than a century ago and nothing happened. How could she be the one to kill me?"
"I must drink her blood and become immortal forever,"
Lucas laughed wickedly.
"I will bring her to you, father,"
Darius said with a cold voice and angry face. Then, he disappeared.
To be continued....