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Third-Person's POV...
Hotel BlackMoon, a majestic edifice of luxury and mystery, stood tall and proud, its grandeur and beauty now tainted by the sinister presence of hijackers. The First Floor, once a hub of elegance and refinement, had been transformed into a scene of high-stakes tension and danger.
Near the Main Entrance of the hotel, a trio of heavily armed and masked individuals stood guard, their black, mana-resistant attire a testament to their sinister intentions.
The air was thick with an aura of menace, as if the very fabric of the hotel's opulence had been torn asunder by the presence of these ruthless hijackers.
But amidst the palpable tension, a subtle, almost imperceptible movement caught the attention of the keen-eyed observer. Behind the back of one of the hijackers, his shadow, which had been resting innocently on the ground, began to stir.
The hijacker, oblivious to the danger lurking mere inches from his person, remained frozen in place, his gaze fixed on some distant point.
As the seconds ticked by, the shadow, now imbued with a life of its own, slowly rose from the ground, its dark, amorphous form taking on a semblance of humanity.
The hijacker, still none the wiser, remained stationary, his mask glinting dully in the faint light that filtered through the hotel's ornate chandeliers.
And then, in a movement that was both swift and silent, the shadow coalesced into the form of a young boy, his features illuminated by the faint, flickering glow of the hotel's emergency lights.
Riyan, the boy, stood tall, his eyes blazing with an inner intensity, his very presence seeming to draw the air out of the room.
As he emerged from the shadow, his right hand began to glow with a peculiar, darkish energy, an aura that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The energy, a manifestation of his affinity for darkness, swirled and eddied around his hand, taking on a life of its own.
And then, in a movement that was both fluid and deadly, the his Aura coalesced into a dagger-like form, its blade glinting with a malevolent intensity.
Without hesitation, Riyan struck, his dagger flashing in the dim light as he slashed at the unsuspecting hijacker. The sound of the blade biting into flesh was like a crack of thunder, shattering the tense silence that had gripped the hotel's First Floor. The hijacker, caught off guard, stumbled backward, his mask askew, his eyes wide with shock and fear.
As the hijacker crumpled to the ground...
"Ahaaaaa...!!!", The blood-curdling scream pierced the air, sending shivers down the spines of the two hijackers, who instinctively turned towards the source of the agonizing cry.
Their eyes widened in horror as they beheld the trembling body of their Campionon, who lay writhing in pain, his body ravaged by a deep, gashing wound that spewed forth a crimson pool of blood.
The air was heavy with the metallic tang of bloodlust, and the hijackers' gazes were drawn to Riyan, who stood tall near his Body.
Riyan's hands grasped a black dagger-like weapon, its blade smeared with fresh blood, the metal glinting with a malevolent sheen.
His eyes, a deep, Scarlett red, sparkled with a mischievous glint, sending a shiver down the spines of the hijackers. His face, a masterpiece of handsome beauty, was twisted into a creepy, sinister smile, one that seemed to revel in the suffering of others.
The hijackers' hearts raced with terror as Riyan's gaze locked onto them, his eyes glinting with an unholy excitement.
Without warning, Riyan vanished, only to reappear before one of the hijackers, his dagger flashing in the moonlight as he struck, again and again, the blade sinking deep into the hijacker's stomach.
The sound of the stabs echoed through the night, a rhythmic cadence of death: STAB... STAB... STAB... The hijacker's eyes bulged in terror as he stumbled backwards, his body crumpling to the ground, his life force ebbing away with each successive blow.
Seven stabs, and the hijacker's lifeless body slumped to the ground, his eyes frozen in a permanent scream of terror.
Riyan's clothes were now dyed a deep crimson, the bloodstains spreading like a dark, macabre flower. Yet, his sadistic smile only grew wider, his eyes glinting with an unholy glee.
He turned his attention to the last hijacker, who stumbled backwards, his eyes wide with terror. The hijacker's voice trembled as he begged for mercy, "HELP...!!!!!" But Riyan had already cast a Mana Barrier, ensuring that the hijacker's screams were drowned out by an unseen force.
The hijacker's voice was laced with fear as he stammered, "Wh-who a-are yo-you...?" Riyan's response was laced with an air of cold, calculating indifference, his voice dripping with an aura of conquest and majesty, yet tinged with a sadistic vibe.
"I am 'Riyan' Descartes...", he drawled, his emphasis on his name sending a shiver down the hijacker's spine. The hijacker's eyes widened in terror as Riyan's gaze locked onto him, his eyes burning with an unholy intensity.
In the next split second, Riyan vanished, only to reappear before the hijacker, his dagger flashing in the moonlight as he began to stab, again and again, the blade sinking deep into the hijacker's body.
The hijacker's screams of pain grew louder, more agonized, as Riyan's laughter echoed through the night, a mad, sinister cackle that sent shivers down the spine. "Hahahaha... Hahahaha...", the sound was like nothing the hijacker had ever heard before, a laugh that seemed to revel in the suffering of others.
As the hijacker's screams finally ceased, Riyan's laughter stopped, and he gazed upon the lifeless body, his eyes clouding over with a nostalgic sheen. He instinctly said a word which had unknown meaning to others but had profound and deep meaning for Riyan
"Nemora..." (pronounced "Neh-Moh-Rah ),It sounds like a Curse, a Word that seals the Fate of those who hears it...
Memories of his past life resurfaced in his mind, a flood of images and emotions that threatened to consume him. For a moment, Riyan stood still, lost in the depths of his own mind, as the night air seemed to vibrate with the weight of his dark and cursed past life....
"The Past Who Made Him What He is Today...." (- Author Lone Raut )
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Next Chapter "30. Riyan's Past Life...[1]"
This Arc also has a Minor Arc Which will Showcase Our Main Character's Pervious Life, Which will Reveal Why Riyan had developed Sadistic Tendencies ....and this Minor Arc will start From Next Chapter.
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