Kiss...

In the deep spaces of his mind, darkness lurked.

Flesh and blood aren't enough to satisfy the great demon, rather the torment of the soul. "Oh, how much I crave for a much tender and succulent soul to feast on..."

Through an eerie forest, a dark shadow walked, a blood curdling scream came from below, the still lake.

The hoarse wails and the clanging of chains, it was music to his ears. He strolled into the grand palace; his footsteps echoed through the halls.

He pushed the giant arched doors and walked to the throne.

His subjects chanted his name. 'All hail Kalaraja, Kalaraja... Karlaraja'

Detached. Kalaraja passed his chained captives, kneeling on the cold floor. He lounged in his purple cushioned throne, rested a leg on the black armrest. He raised his hand, they stopped chanting.

The prisoners then lifted their heads to see their tormentor. They fainted.

Underneath his long, blood hair, lied a vicious grin. With hung

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