Meera was sitting behind the car, the warm glow of the setting sun shone through her windshield. She couldn't help but think of her father, a man she had never met. Her mind wandered to the old man she had just left behind, and she couldn't shake the thought that he was the closest thing she had to a father figure. The physical intimacy they shared made her feel both guilty and comforted at the same time. In that moment, as the driver's foot pressed down on the gas pedal, Meera wished her father could see how much she craved his love and affection.
Meera's mind was lost in those thought, when her phone rang. She saw the caller ID displayed "Kushina Hills - Bora" and wondered why he would be calling her at this hour. With a sense of foreboding, she answered the call. Bora's voice trembled as he delivered the news - Bluebeard Castle had burned to the ground and Aayaan was missing. He also informed her of Minerva's tragic death, but Meera felt nothing to it all. She knew Bora was expecting a strong reaction from her, so she feigned sadness and asked for more details on what had happened and if everyone else was okay. The mention of Aayaan's name brought a heavy weight to her chest, but she pushed it down and tried to ignore it.
As the sun sank below the horizon, Meera's car pulled up to the grand iron gates of her mansion. The chauffeur hopped out and opened the door for her, and she gracefully stepped onto the cobblestone driveway. Inside, a servant greeted her with a respectful bow and led her to her plush sofa. Meera kicked off her designer sandals and took a sip of the rich black coffee that appeared in front of her on a silver platter. Two more servants appeared, one gently massaging her temples while the other worked on her tired feet. As she closed her eyes and relaxed into the soft cushions, Meera couldn't help but feel grateful for the luxurious life she had created for herself.
While lounging in her plush armchair with a cup of hot black coffee, Meera's gaze was fixed on the TV screen playing a documentary about Mystania. She let out a small sigh of contentment and took another sip of her drink. She was enjoying the pair of hands massaging her temples. "Massage properly," she scolded her servant, even though she knew he was doing it correctly. It was just their dynamic - she liked to assert her authority, and he was used to of scolding by his mistress. She harshly kicked the foot masseuse and said, "Do I have to reprimand you separately?"
Meera's eyes were glued to the flickering images on the television screen, but her thoughts were consumed by Bora's words. With each passing moment, her heart felt heavier and heavier as the news unfolded before her. "Blue Bird Castle," she whispered in disbelief, "reduced to nothing but ashes by a raging fire." And then Bora's next words hit her like a punch to the gut: "Aayan is missing." Suddenly, the room seemed to spin as Meera struggled to make sense of it all. Her mind raced with questions and fears.
Meera abruptly left her masseuse and headed up the stairs to her private sanctuary. The news had consumed her mind, leaving no room for other thoughts. She forgot about dinner and a single phrase kept repeating in her head: "Blue Bird Castle is gone, swept away by fire, and Aayaan is missing."
Meera was overwhelmed with a whirl of emotions, making it difficult to determine if the news she just received was a good or bad omen. Her mind was in disarray, and suddenly her focus shifted to the window where she could make out figures approaching her home. She strained her eyes, trying to understand what was happening. As she squinted, she realized it wasn't just one person but a group walking towards her house. The uncertainty only grew as she tried to make sense of the situation.
An uneasy feeling washed over Meera as she came to terms with the situation. Soon enough, a mysterious group of people had gathered around her house, their intentions unclear and leaving her with a wave of uneasiness and unanswered questions.
Meera peered through the curtains, her eyes widening in fear and confusion as she watched the strangers outside her house. They stood in a perfect line, their bodies completely covered in sleek, black armor. Not a single inch of skin was visible, not even their eyes behind the sinister-looking helmets. Meera's heart raced as she tried to comprehend the purpose of this strange gathering. She couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that crept over her, causing her to fidget nervously as she continued to observe the mysterious figures outside her home.
The group of seemingly docile figures suddenly drew gleaming swords and rushed towards the house. Meera's heart raced as she let out a scream and darted towards the door. She slammed it shut and pushed a heavy table in front of it, barricading herself inside as she heard the clash of metal and cries of her servants downstairs.
Meera's heart raced as she tried to catch her breath, the intense fear gripping her like a vice. She looked around the room, feeling trapped and helpless as chaos erupted downstairs. The sounds of breaking glass and screaming voices only added to her panic, making it hard for her to think clearly. She glanced at the window, but the thought of climbing out amidst the chaos seemed too risky. With trembling hands, she searched for something, anything, that could help her feel safe in this terrifying situation.
Meera stumbled away from the door, her hands shaking uncontrollably. A sudden, deafening crash caused her to jump back, her heart racing in her breast. The heavy wooden door exploded in a shower of splinters, the force of the impact sending sharp shards flying past Meera and shattering the window behind her. She let out a piercing scream, tears streaming down her face as she cowered against the nearest wall, frantically pleading for her life. Her once cozy and secure home had now been transformed into a scene of chaos and terror as the intruders burst inside, their intentions unknown and Meera's sense of safety shattered.
As five intruders, their faces twisted in a sinister rage, burst through the shattered door, Meera found herself trapped within a menacing circle. The air seemed to thicken with fear as she bravely mustered the courage to inquire, "Who are you? And why do you want to kill me?" Her voice trembled with a mixture of confusion and dread, desperate for any answers to the inexplicable threat that had violently invaded her once peaceful life. The tension was palpable, suffocating almost, as she awaited a response from the ominous figures looming over her like dark clouds in a stormy sky.
As the chaos subsided, a tall man emerged from the shadows, his black suit pressed and immaculate despite the chaos around him. His piercing green eyes glinted with malice as he strode forward towards Meera, each step calculated and precise. "We want you dead," he stated, his voice cold and menacing as he let out a chilling laugh. The once chaotic room fell silent, the only sound now was the ominous rhythm of his footsteps getting closer to Meera.
As the figure stepped into the circle, his piercing gaze locked onto Meera. "I have come for you," he stated firmly, his voice sending a chill down her spine. The men surrounding them were silent, they were motionless between the two of them. Meera's heart raced as she saw the man, her hands trembling with fear and uncertainty over this sudden and unsettling intrusion into her life.
Meera's eyes widened as she caught sight of a tall, sharply-dressed man standing in front of her. Her breath caught in her throat and she couldn't help but let out a gasp. A voice that didn't feel like her own whispered the name "Lucifer" before she could even process who he was.
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Kill The Beast
Fantasy"Kill the Beast" follows the journey of Aayan Gautam, a young man struggling to find his place in a world filled with darkness and danger. Born with a mysterious disease that threatened his life, Aayan's fate takes a drastic turn when his mother sa...
