The sun is gradually setting below the horizon. Katara's mess is cleaned up while the villagers resume their work. The knights each mourn in their own manner. Some prefer drink, others want women, while others choose solitude.The coroner enters into his office, grumbling. He was furious that the headmaster had woken him up for a dead knight. "Why does the headmaster want me to treat this body right away" laments the old man, staring at the body on the wooden table beneath the white cover. The coroner removes the sheet and examines the young warrior's emotionless expression. He lets out a sigh. "Poor boy," he murmurs, softly raising his eyelids. He examines the dead black eyes with suspicion. "I've never seen anything like this before," he mumbles and rubs his hands. He turns and grabs a long needle from his leather doctor's bag. Reki opens his eyes while he does this. As he turns, the coroner gasps in shock, but his cry is cut short by Reki, who swiftly bites his neck and drinks his precious blood. He throws the motionless body to the ground and slowly rises, the covering sliding off him. As he walks to the door, a cruel smile develops on his lips. People in the village halt their work and stare at him, surprised. "Reki," the boy yells. "Reki I thought" . Reki interrupts him, hastily throwing the nearly dead youngster across the town square. People return in terror, terrified of the new horror in their hamlet. The soldiers draw their swords and launch a daring assault. Reki, on the other hand, turns his hand, and the warriors collapse motionless on their backs. Ward asks in hushed tones, "What has she done to you" peering into his pitch-black eyes. He grabs his father figure and uses his thumbs to push the old man's eyeballs out. The old man roars and attempts to shove Reki away, but the darkness is too powerful. Katara has transformed him into a demon-possessed beast, making him stronger than any warrior. Katara's rage had not killed him; rather, it had punished him more severely than death. His soul had been captured by her enchantment.. His body was a beacon for dark demons from the deep. Those who lurked in the depths of darkness. Seeking vengeance, anguish, and pain. She turned him into a monstrous beast. Invincible, immortal, unfathomable... With incredible abilities but no ability to feel anything. That's how she cursed the entire nation. All devilish fantasies and infernal desires are encased in an unbreakable meat suit. Let loose on the world... Created by her hate, fueled by hate, and only capable of feeling hate...This is his their destiny...
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𝕳𝖆𝖙𝖊 ⚜️𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊
Fantasy**THE FIRST BOOK** Once upon a time... That is how all fairytales start. However, this is not a fairy tale. This is not a tale of a fancy princess nor of a handsome prince on a white horse. This is his story. The story of Hate... Our beautiful land...