Prologue
ACHYUT
Good. I killed him.
He deserved it.
They say humans have two sides hidden inside them—good and evil. While I believe I don’t have a good side at all, I know this man was made of nothing but evil.
We aren’t the same. He is pathetic. A monster. He thought he could do anything and still survive. Poor creature. Creatures like him should stay in the place they deserve—hell. So, when I got the chance to send him back to where he could meet others like him, I did. I killed him, and no, my hands did not shake. My heart rate didn’t rise. Perhaps because I was killing a man like him. A monster.
My gaze locked into his, his eyes blank and yet feeling like they could blink at any moment. A valley of blood streamed down the side of the sword still buried in his body. For a moment, my head filled with thoughts—too loud and too many, making my eye twitch. As a child, I always let them consume me. It made me feel better. Better than sitting outside with humans who called themselves my family.
My gaze slipped from him to the clock hanging on the wall behind him. With every passing minute, I waited for guilt or regret to reach for me, to pull me into their embrace, but it seems they have lost their way to this room of the palace.
Stepping closer, I let my white shoes dance in the puddle of blood before pinning my gaze on his lifeless eyes. I didn’t blink. A slow smile curled at the corner of my lips as I wrapped my fingers around the sword, feeling the cold metal on my skin, and pulled it free.
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