Shall I tell you a story?

Serving the royal family of Afyin was my fate. My father had lost our kingdom to war with Afyin and our kins had to serve the people of Afyin. From my birth, this was my fate - to be held responsible for something I was never a part of.

I never hated Arin, the prince i served. Being a knight is seen as a great honour. But is it really one when you're stuck protecting the heir to an empire of sinners? I couldn't even think of it as a curse when he smiled at me so brightly that it put the sun to shame.

“We'll be together for eternity ”

I'm sorry. I really am. I never wanted to make you cry. I just..... Even I don't know what it is that I wanted.But hurting you was never my intention. During each moment we spent together, I was aware of the foreboding betrayal. I am sorry for killing your people. I am sorry for killing your parents. I am sorry for the massacre.

“I'm sorry for failing as your knight.”

My people died at their hands. My family was made a joke out of. My future was sealed at your hands. Yet I never complaint. I don't remember the faces of the dead. I never did. You always nagged about it - my disrespect towards the dead.I don't care about them. They don't matter to me. But you do. You mean the world to me. Yet I chose the people who i don't even know the names of over you in the name of duty. I fulfilled the obligation I had towards my people - but at what cost?

Even as tears brimmed in your eyes as blood dripped from my sword, you said nothing. You held me close. You held me in your warm embrace. You gave me solace. Then you took it all away.

You cupped my face with your warm hands. You stared at me with love. Then you uttered those wretched words that would haunt me for eternity - “You have told me about soulmates before - two people intertwined by strings of fate that meet each other in every life time.As strangers , as friends, as lovers. I always thought that if I had a soulmate, then it would be you. I don't hate you for the blood you've shed tonight. I could never hate my beloved knight afterall. Yet it pains me as a ruler , to see my people suffer but to stand alone . I must die. It's my fate. The duty I have as a ruler. Yet let me remind you. If another lifetime exists, where we are no ruler nor a knight- then I will love you to the utmost.I have only one wish. A single plea to the heavens. Dear lord, let death not do us apart. Farewell, my beloved ”.

I couldn't bare to see what happened afterwards. It remains a haunting memory for eternity. The smile on your face as you stab yourself on my sword terrifies me. Was it a manic glee or love that shone in your eyes? Did it not hurt to die at the hands of a loved one? Did you do this knowing how it'll affect me for all the years to come, my dear prince?

Death never greeted me. It never found it's way to my doorstep. As i awaited for a recluse from my suffering, I realised. What you whispered that night were not words of love nor affection, it was a curse- a curse of immortality. I should've known. You were always interested in sorcery and I knew you the best afterall. Yet I failed. If this is my punishment for failing you as a knight , then I shall suffer with utmost honour. Afterall, I'm sure that even death at your hands must be the sweetest of treats, my dear prince.

Ages have bygone. And I watched it pass. Soulmates - that's what you hoped we were. And that's we ended up being. In every hundred years, I see a face so familiar it haunts me. Your lips, your face, your hair- they're all familiar to me except the unfamiliarity in your eyes.And it hurts. I feel as though a thousand arrows are striking my heart at the same time. But it's alright. Death won't do us apart. That's what you wished for and your wish is my command.

The unfamiliarity in your eyes churning to familiarity as each word exchanged increases is what gives me life. I deserve not your forgiveness, but wrath. Yet you fail to recognise me. That's alright. I'll remember everything for the both of us - our sins and blessings alike.

I will love you over and over again, no matter how many lifetimes it takes. Whether you're a doctor or a soldier, I'll remember your love and remind you of it again and again. I'll bare with this agony, rotting away my insides with memories I both love and despise. I shall stay by your side through each of your deaths - repenting my sins alongside. No matter the amount of tears I shed, the pain I bare and the sins I commit- your love is a remedy to it all. So please let me bask in your love and

Stumbling upon a rock, falling down a cliff into the flowing waters and barely managing to make it to land was not on your to-do list as an adventurer. But it's not like you didn't know of the dangers when you chose to be an adventurer. Roaming in the forest, getting nearly bitten by wild animals, climbing mountains, getting a broken leg or two were your everyday events. The life of curiosity was what called you to the world of adventures.......which was partially a lie. You also liked the large amount of money you got collecting rare materials that no one else was willing to search for by themselves.

When your morning coffee got spilled over yourself - you knew today was going to be good. Call it adventurer instincts if you must.When you stumbled over a rock- which was actually just a pebble - you felt stupid. But that feeling vanished as soon as it came with the ground below you crumbling. That's what led you to falling into the river - which looked nice but unhygienic with deer drinking the water and other animals washing themselves. You managed to make it to the land despite never knowing how to swim but who were you to complain when lady luck was on your side?

The skies were getting dark and the birds were heading back to their nests. You find refuge in a cave near the beautiful waterfall. Expecting rocks,dust and debris but only to be met by shining, glimmering, sparkling gold. Lots of gold. You liked money. That was no surprise to anyone who knew you. And with this much gold in sight who wouldn't be interested in snatching a piece for themselves? And that's exactly what you did. Well tried to do. Before your hands felt like they were shocked out of nowhere.

“Who dares to touch my belongings?”an elegant, sophisticated yet decievingly gentle voice tinted with a hint of annoyance speaks up. You look at the source of the voice.

On Mondays, you ran into panthers. On Tuesdays, it were monkeys. On Wednesdays, it were crocodiles. On Thursdays, hyenas. But never on a Friday have you ever met a goddamn dragon!? Lying on top of a pile of gold in a faraway corner was a man with beauty that could best the Gods. His azure eyes were prettier than any river you've seen. Like a thirsty traveller deserted in a vast barren land finding an oasis after losing all hope, those azure eyes swelled your heart with a thirst.His eyes made you ache yet brought relief. You wished to drown in those azure eyes like a mad man.His hair was as white as snow. He seemed young yet as old as time. You would've mistaken him for a God, if it wasn't for the pair of long horns that rested on top of his head. He looked human yet monstrous. A beauty you couldn't describe. A beauty only you could feel.

Captivated by his beauty, you had completely ignored his question.Your trance was broken by another question “who are you?”. Realising your mistake you immediately respond “ I'm (Name), a mere adventurer. I happened to have lost my way and the sun is about to set.O mighty dragon! Would you be kind enough to let this humble traveller rest here for the night?”. After a minute of contemplation, he speaks up“ Only for tonight. Since a storm is approaching ” “There didn't seem to be any sign of a-” you start speaking again only to be cut off by the sudden lightning strike.“...” “...” “ You will catch a cold in those drenched clothes”- he speaks while eyeing your wet clothes from drowning earlier. “I don't have any other clothes on me” “ aren't you adventurers supposed to carry them with you?” “I wasn't planning to camp for the night. I was supposed to return to an inn in the village nearby”“oh. I see”.

Silence permeates the air once more.You take a seat by a corner only to be pulled in by some invisible force towards the dragon. He starts a fire near you . And you could only watch his magic in awe.“strip”“what?”“you will get sick and die if you stay in those clothes any longer” “but i don't -” “strip” his voice had more of a growl to it this time. Deciding to not test his patience, you immediately strip down and take your place by the fire.

“I hope you'll find a way to repay my benevolence by tomorrow ”. How could you forget? Dragons only cared about treasures not humans. Feeling slightly annoyed , a wave of courage washes over you as you stand up and walk towards his resting place. “ Why are you-” you cut off the dragon by sealing his lips with a kiss.The dragon does nothing but look shocked. Never in all those centuries that he lived through was there ever a mortal as daring as this.“How is that for repayment?” “That hardly amounts to anything”. You feel the confidence from before leaving your body when all of a sudden he pulls you to his lap. “You could surely repay me with more than that” he says as he pulls you in for a kiss.One devoid of anything but lust. One devoid of anything but desire. One devoid of humanity.

As he starts grinding on you, you feel it. The one thing that'll obliterate your hole. Or two things to be precise. He removes his clothes revealing a truly splendid body - one befitting a dragon- from the muscles that showed at the slightest of movement to the perky nipples and his body covered in blue scales here and there.A truly mesmerizing dragon.

After he finished getting naked, you're left to face not one dick but two. Both massive in size. The tips are coated with a blue tint and there are scales by the end. It appears to be pointed but flattens out right at the end.Pretty dicks for a pretty man.

Now you were left with the question of how to make those fit inside your hole. But you weren't given much time to ponder on it as he shuffled downwards.Within seconds, he spreads your legs and enters his long slitted tongue inside your hole. “ngh~ haa~ wai-” embarrassingly you cum within mere seconds. But you weren't left to drown in shame for long because he soon pulls out his tongue and replaces it with his fingers. His fingers were long and slender but rough. Yet the way he treated you was gentle, constantly reminding himself that you were a human and you were bound to break if he doesn't prepare you well to take his members.

Just as you were about to cum as he curled his fingers, hitting that special spot inside you, he pulls out. Leaving your hole gaping and begging to be filled .Yet the emptyness didn't last for long. He placed the tip of one of his dicks by your hole and with a swift thrust, he fully sheathed himself inside your hole.

With relentless thrusts, you melted in his arms.Rutting against you like the beast he was,he made you cum over and over again. Just as you were about to close your eyes overwhelmed by tiredness, you felt the tip of his other dick by your hole.Gently he pushed it inside inch by inch. For a monster, he sure knew how to act human.

After waiting for you to adjust, he began thrusting again.Full, content and filled to the brim - there was no room for any thinking.You had cum over and over again but he had not came even once. Dragons sure liked to take their time.

After what seemed to be hours, you could finally feel him twitching inside you.He grunted in pleasure, preparing to fill you up with his eggs. But what's going on? Why's he feeling so exhausted all of a sudden? He looks at you drowsily, feeling betrayed at the cruel smirk your lips were pulled onto. Did you do this? He shouldn't have trusted you. Those were his last thoughts before falling limp on top of you.

Geez. He sure was heavy.You slowly pulled yourself off of him.Dragons were sensitive creatures. Even the lightest bit of magic was enough to trigger them. With their sensitive noses and sharp claws, it was incredibly difficult to capture them. You don't know how but a drug had been developed that could go undetected even by dragons. The one lying at your feet was the proof of it.

Nobles were supreme. Nobles were rich. When one such aristocrat asked you to get him a dragon in pieces and shoved a handful of money in your arms, you readily agreed.She even got you these drugs herself. Your plan was simple. Cover yourself in those drugs. Somehow make it to the dragon's cave and get him to come in contact with you.All dragons underestimated the other species, believing themselves to be the superior race.You merely took advantage of that fact.

But all went haywire when you tripped and fell. For a second, you lost hope. What if you never made it back? What if this is end of your journey? Will you be punished for not getting the job done? But once again luck was on your side. You came across the very cave that you were trying to find. Dragons were lonely creatures. Isolated from all other species for centuries. They were always the predator. But now time's changed.

Originally, you weren't planning on fucking with him. Just a kiss and he should fall. But that didn't go as planned. You realised that it would take more than that to weaken him. That's what led to sleeping together. Dragons were much more vulnerable during mating.Giving him a death while in euphoria was the best thing you could do for him.

You took out the dagger from your backpack. Sharpening it on a nearby rock to carve his horns out. The noble had asked you for horns and skin. Afterall, dragonskin made good shoes and the horns were a nice decoration in any manor. Normally, you took out the extras and sold them for a big penny. But something about his eyes captivated you more than the money.

Blue was never your favourite colour. Being an adventurer for so long, you had grown used to the vast blue expanse of the skies and the blue flowing lakes. Blue had become something dull for you. But something about his eyes made you love blue. It made you thankful for the skies and lakes. It filled you with glee.It filled you with love.It filled you with freedom.

You were the illegitimate second heir to a dukedom.Born from an affair whose mentions were swept under the rug by your father — not for your well being but for his status.

What made you stand out the most was your intelligence. Being labelled as a child prodigy and remaining to be a genius while growing up.You were chosen to be a royal advisor to one of the princes,Atticus de Margalline.Being the sixth child, he didn't really have a chance for getting the throne unless through slaughter. But you highly doubted if he could do it, considering the way he follows his other siblings around, in hopes of a single glance from them.

You knew all too well what power could do to a man. Alas, to survive —one must first be willing to die and kill. And you were willing to do whatever it takes to survive.Even if it means to guide a naive prince in a world of darkness and show him just how cruel the world can be.

From the first meet alone, you could tell that the prince did not want the throne one bit. What he wanted was affection and attention from his father and siblings.Yet there was always a longing for something far beyond his reach that shined through in his eyes. For what? you didn't know and you were not interested in finding out either.A wish that would always remain unfulfilled was what it would be.

It was hard to gain his trust at first. He looked at you with eyes filled with naivety yet a kind of suspiciousness at first. After a while of being with you, he had come to terms with your presence. He started to seek you out more. You had seen the smiles that followed after each request fulfilled. But you remained unaware to the cold and calculating gaze he had on you at times.

To ensure both his and your survival, slowly but surely , you had started to spill the poison of envy and greed.His mother will die soon of sickness, his father could care less and his siblings are too busy trying to save themselves, so who cares about him other than you? They would all leave him without a single thought but not you. You will be his guide.He only has to follow your words and you will be with him? You will protect him? You will cherish him? Only you would do that.

You started tempting him with the luxuries the throne has to offer, the way no one will take their eyes off of him and how the people will kneel and follow his every word . And lastly, how you would stand by his side through it all.He gave into your words and massacred his family. They were nothing to him, right? So why are there tears from his eyes as blood falls everywhere?Atticus knew this moment was inevitable yet the grief of a sin committed haunted his mind.

That was the night where you first held him.Taking Atticus to his room and pushing him down on the bed. For the first time in his life, he knew what it meant ,to be comforted by entwined bodies.

He was crowned King and you stood by his side. You got rid of pests that came in both your ways. And that included your family. Years of your planning led to their downfall and you, to your success . The people threw rocks at them while they admired your righteousness.Your greatest desire was being fulfilled right now.

You could see the horror stricken look on your father's mistress. The look of grief , hatred and regret on your siblings. Yet the expression you wanted to see the most was your father's.On his face was a look of acceptance. He knew that his schemes couldn't be concealed forever. Not with a prodigy like you in the house. Right before the execution, for the first and last time in your life, he smiled at you.

Tonight, it was you who wanted comfort. For the first time in years, you cried. That man couldn't spare a glance at you when he was well off but smiles at you as he's about to die!? What in the world was his problem!? Does he hate seeing you happy? Does he hate seeing you alive? Does he hate your very existence?

To Atticus, who only knew comfort by intercourse, that was what you needed tonight. You did or said nothing as he lubricated your hole. He kisses you, one filled with gentleness. He kisses you again, one filled with passion. And he kisses you once more, one filled with hatred.

He enters you gently. You wanted nothing more than to have your mind blown out. For a genius like you, the curve of his dick, it's size or the vein at the top meant nothing more than a tool for pleasure. For a fool like him, the crevices of your hole, it's twitching and the moans you let out were the only good things in his boredom filled life.

As he went rounds after rounds, your brain was turning into mush. Too tired to keep up , you fall into slumber. After spilling his seed inside you one more time, he covers the blanket over you two.

Tonight's events will be kept a secret just like any other of your shared nights. Yet what makes tonight special is the small light emerging from the room, one Atticus stares at intensely. And it's source is a screen which says

★★★[MISSION COMPLETED]★★★

[COMPLETED QUESTS: COMFORT AN NPC

EARN THE TRUST OF AN NPC]

[REWARDS: 1500 EXP

5000 COINS

<<FATE'S PENDANT>>]

You tried. You really did. Growing up you gave many chances to God. You tried believing but couldn't bring yourself too. It was not a matter of ' why would evil still prevail if he existed?' or anything of that sort. It was a matter of believing and worshipping someone you aren't even sure exists.

You believed everyone deserved a chance. You gave God one. It didn't work out. So when a blonde guy clad in the outfit of a priest came upto you , you didn't give it much thought. He gave off the aura of a terrible person. You could tell that much from first glance. He was suspicious. Why would he come upto you of all people on a peaceful day while staring out the bridge? You knew he seemed to be bad news. But you didn't care.

He urged you to give the devil a chance, so you did. You went to his preaching sessions consisting of more people than you expected in a small wore down old Church.The place was in absolute shambles but the people attending didn't seem to mind. They listened to him with such attention that it was surprising.You have seen kids and adults alike fall asleep during the Sundays you went to church when you yourself were a kid. But here they didn't.

At a point you realised that although they worshipped the devil , in their minds they truly worshipped Abaddon , the priest like figure more or less.They saw him as salvation. They saw him as freedom. They saw him as their God. You never understood them. He was quite insane in your opinion. But so were you.

After a couple months, slowly but surely you got to know him better. You came to the realisation that the devil was his escape from this cruel world. The devil promised a world of dreams, hopes and desires. He did not discriminate, for all who believed in him would surely be granted the sweet fruit of temptation.

You've reached a conclusion after about a year that the devil does not reside in a place underground called Hell. For he existed right next to you. To you , the devil was Abaddon. To the people he was their God.

You were sure that he was the devil. No man could look so angelic but be this diabolical in nature except him. He offered sacrifices to the devil. But those who were sacrificed were those referred by others as abusers and criminals.He slaughtered them with a face that was filled with pity. He did not put them down or on a pedestal during their deaths. He simply prayed for salvation. For them. For the people. For you.For him.

At a point you even started liking Abaddon.You started attending all the prayer sessions regularly. You started paying attention to his preachings. You started looking forward to them. You started worshipping the devil. You started worshipping him.