Some more light-years away from the Moonrun in the darkest corners of the universe, lies the most malevolent of realms: Krityalok. It is the domain of the most powerful and sinister fairy of them all, Krurika. the sky is forever shrouded in ominous black clouds, and malevolent dragons soar through the heavens. Rivers, instead of water, flow with poison.
In the heart of this sinister realm stands Krurika's foreboding castle, a structure carved from the bones of unfortunate animals. Her throne, a macabre masterpiece, is constructed from the remains of a hundred good fairies, their bones adorned with their own flesh. Her footrest is nothing other than the skull of a former Rani Pari, a grim testament to her ruthlessness. Krurika has always been the most dreadful fairy, striking fear into the hearts of all. But then Balveer arrived and put an end to her reign of terror. Now, his son has done the same.
Krurika touches the mark on her face, a cruel reminder of the battle that robbed her of her beauty.
"I will not let them go unpunished," she mutters, her frustration boiling over. In the mirror before her, she sees the reflection of her scar, a blemish on her once flawless countenance. Her anger surges, and she destroys the mirror with a mere touch. Nearby, Ruh, a dwarf-like figure known as the Dark Servant, trembles with fear. He's more ugly than one would expect, even for an elf-dwarf hybrid, with long, pointed ears and a short stature. He tries to speak, but Krurika silences him with a stern warning.
"Do not even dare utter a word, or I shall turn you to ashes," she hisses, her voice dripping with anger.
Krurika then turns her gaze back to her reflection, touching the mark on her face with a mixture of sadness and anger.
"You will rue the day," she vows to herself.
"You will do my bidding, Fear Queen," a voice suddenly speaks from behind her. Krurika's sadness morphs into a devilish grin.
"So, Riti you've done what I asked?" Krurika inquires, her eyes narrowing in anticipation.
Riti steps forward, her violet fairy gown rustling softly, a wand clutched in her hand. Ruh, still not quite interested, interjects with curiosity, "What did you ask her to bring?"
"Show her, Riti," Krurika commands abruptly.
With a flick of her wand, she summons eight powerful staffs into the air. Ruh stands there, shock and confusion etched on his face.
"What are these?" he stammers, bewildered.
"They are not ordinary staffs, Ruh These belong to the nine foul fairies, They are some of the most potent magical artifacts in existence," Krurika explains.
Ruh steps closer to Krurika, his curiosity piqued. "But how did you obtain them?"
Krurika takes her seat on the sinister throne, her eyes gleaming with malevolence. "Did you truly believe I was unaware of Dhurv's twin sons? I knew of their existence, and if I was to emerge victorious, I needed something more potent."
Riti steps into the conversation, her voice filled with pride, "We devised a plan. Krurika would attack Moonrun, and during the chaos, I would infiltrate their weapon chamber and steal these staffs. With the realm under siege, there were only a few guards, and I eliminated them before making off with these treasures." She grins, a sense of accomplishment radiating from her.
"I will reward you for your work, Riti," Krurika acknowledges, conjuring a cascade of flowers that rains down upon the fairy. Riti happiness knows no bounds as she twirls in delight in shower of black and vikoet flowers.
Ruh, however, remains uninterested in her reward. He directs his question to Krurika, still trying to comprehend the situation. "But what do you plan to do with these staffs?"
Krurika smiles once more, her eyes never leaving the staffs. "Years ago, fairies bestowed seven different powers upon a boy, creating their protector. Now, I shall infuse the power of these nine foul fairies into this fire, forging a boy more potent than anything in the world." She laughs, an eerie sound that sends shivers down Ruh's spine.
He blinks, struggling to process the implications of her plan. The seven fairies are formidable, but these nine fairies' combined power promises unparalleled chaos and destruction. He takes a deep breath, attempting to digest the enormity of what's unfolding. A maelstrom of chaos and destruction looms, and even though the plan appears promising, he can't help but feel a deep sense of unease.
The fire, previously dormant, suddenly roars to life, and the room fills with its radiant glow. Krurika orders green, grotesque goblins to fetch sinister creatures: a dragon, and three lifeless human children, their tiny forms bearing gruesome marks that symbolize Krurika's cruelty. She had killed them herself, and their bodies now serve a nefarious purpose.
The goblins place everything in the blazing fire, which shifts through shades of violet and green.
It transforms into a swirling inferno tauba tauba could smell and feel the rage of dark powers from afar and soon the fure extinguish turning into clouds of smoke and, a naked boy emerges from the flames.
He stands tall, his skin rugged, his eyes a piercing blue, and his black hair cascading down his back. His body was filled with ashes. And hairs with the blood.
"Now, the world shall weep in the wake of this boy," Krurika declares with a malevolent grin, " the embodiment of destruction itself, Tabahi."
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