Hi, Lovelies! I am very very sorry. It's been so fucking a long time. What to do? Love, Celebration, Marriage, New home, in-laws and so on. Things go on... so many changes. I am not getting the time that I used to get before. You know I got a Bull for myself through my wedlock. Hehe... Wait! That's my personal 🙂↔️🤪
Hope you guys understand and are not angry with me. Then, this chapter will be boring. I don't know just- My feelings. From next chapter onwards, we will go on high speed. What! Why! Who! with many interesting queries. Heat will burst out...
Read the earlier chapters again. So, nothing feels odd for you. Even I reread the whole chapters to write this. If anything is out of order, let me know...
The man stood on the table, his heart pounding with fear and confusion. Something inexplicable had taken hold of him, compelling him to this perilous position. He struggled against an unseen mystical force, the way his words got clogged in his throat, making him unable to call for help. Tears dyed his face, his pain of wanting to live but getting dragged towards death. That feeling cannot be imagined nor it can be explained in words.
The room was shrouded in an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of his ragged breaths. He glanced around, searching for answers, but found none as he held the rope that was tied to the ceiling fan and then he swathed it around his neck and pulled. His breath hitched in his throat narrowly. Standing at the edge of his end, he witnessed the dark corner spot of his room transforming. Only from that respective dark zone.
In the blink of an eye, the room was suddenly shrouded with darkness and looked like he was in another world. Amid the void, came a colossal throne in view. It's an ebony shade and its detailed cutting exudes the aura of a MOST HIGH, the pentacle symbol carried sovereignty and seemed to force the Moonlight to hide behind the dark clouds.
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As the man's gaze fixed upon the monumental seat, a sense of unease crept into his bones. The air grew heavy with uncertainty, thick with the weight of the unknown. And then, as if summoned from the very darkness itself, a figure emerged upon the throne, in the blink of an eye, Mysterious yet Majestic.
That Enigmatic figure is none other than DiFury!
DiFury's form radiated an aura of ancient Plague, an essence that seemed to warp reality itself. Within the depths of his obsidian silhouette, a pair of eyes burned like live coals, twin pools of crimson that gored the veil of darkness with an otherworldly intensity. He did not seem to be in his usual manner, something more to it.
With a sudden jolt, that man's legs gave way beneath him, sending him tumbling from his edge on the table, a silent testament to the overwhelming authority that stemmed from the compelling crimson eyes of DiFury.
