They say the more you try to forget something, the more it flashes in front of your eyes. But I wonder if I will ever be able to even forget because some things stick with you like your own shadow.

Sitting on the large leather chair, I gazed over the wind blowing and the fire burning over the hearth .My eyes watched the flame burning as if the fire is burning inside my eyes instead of the hearth.

"The King of Darkness but his rage bursts like a wild fire", whenever someone asked about me the people in my territory described me as a ' burning flame' but the irony was they dont know i was burning literally in my own rage and in my own pain. They just know me for my terror that I have created in their minds and it makes me fill with pride that they fear. And this is the only thing I expect from them , to fear me, so they won't ever betray me.

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The frequent sound of falling water echoed in my quiet room.The rain had started since morning and was drizzling continously,drenching the landscape in different shades..

Rains are the only thing that make me remind of my downfall. The pouring water gives away a realization that how much heated the fire may be , but it will always be cooled of by water. The grey clouds make me feel how alone I am, the cold breeze hits my face with an unkown lonliness, the greenery and the chirping if birds, the music of peacocks makes me fall into a deep thought, where i find myself lost with an un ending longing.

I am the King, I am the Emperor and I am the Provider for these people, I am the Saviour and I am the Creator. Its me who rules the world and I will be the Destructor alone..

Everyone and everything who is able to breathe lives under my mercy and those who disobeys me beg for their life, and it makes me happy and proud of myself that I am the strongest of all and no one can destroy me. I tend to keep things this way so that no one ever comes near me and hurt me. I refuse to let my feelings be known and i accept the thoughts what they have for me.

'A ruthless king, with no heart'

Why wont i want people to fear me. There always lies a reason for everything that happens and as of my doings are concerned i have my own damn reasons..

I have no one in my life, who loves me or cares for me, neither no one carries that much importance to me that I'll be affected by their absence. Who needs love anyways, those who need love and care are considered weak and I refuse to be called a weak bastard. I have done the mistake of loving earlier and I cannot afford to put my kingdom in jeapordy once again. " An animal like me is just made for destruction and hate, no one can ever love a monster like me, and that's why I don't have my mate yet, I deserve to be alone" My own people talk about me like that and why wouldn't they after all what good I have done. nothing if i remember. And if ever I happen to find my soulmate I wouldnt let her enter my dark life, i wouldn't want anyone to be a part of my hell.

That's how my life is, Dark, with blazing fire burning inside me, no remorse of my wrong doings, I am capable of only hate and death.. And thats how everyone has described me and will always do.

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I still remember the dreaded day that makes my heart bleed and scream in pain, the day when I lost everything forever, the day that tore my world apart and took my most precious thing away from me, My family whom i used to consider my life. Where blood was the reason of the loss of other blood. That was the day when the word trust lost its importance and remained a mere word in my dictionary, because the people who murdered my family so ruthlessly were the people who were trusted the most.That was the fruit they got by trusting someone blindly. That day I swore on my parents dead bodies that even if the sun stops shining and the moon stops lighting I wont ever do the mistake of trusting anyone. Trusting someone makes you weak, dependent and breaks you part if it is broken.

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Thirteen years have passed since that incident but it still feels like yesterday, The pain in my chest is still fresh, excreuting me all over again. Losing my parents was painful but the most painful was loosing my seven years old baby sister, my happiness whom I loved to the core, for whom I would have bought the world to her feet, just to see her happy, Watching her being killed in front of my eyes makes the wound as fresh as it was thirteen years ago and its good that I dont remember to forget because that would make my anger low and I don't want that, the more my pain is the more my anger will rise and will help me take my revenge.

That was the only day I had ever shed tears in my life , because after that day I swore, the only people crying will be the one who made my life hell.

And for as my pack is concerned they know me for my strength and my power and my rage. I am known as their 'beast' , 'bad for the bad' and good for the good' and that's my only principle rule.

I am the beast of your childhood bedtime stories , where your parents tell you to stay away from and threaten you that the beast will come to get you if you don't obey.

My name is Domnic, but no one knows my real name , I am known as The Beast, and those who know mh name the wont dare to call me by it..

Yeah its true nobody knows me, no one knows my past, the only person in whom I can confide after everything is my Beta, my only friend Max. I know he will never do me wrong and never betray me. He is a very funny person by nature, he loves me like his own elder brother, He shows his real face only in front of me and recently he found his mate, and i had never seen such loving site of Max, He has turned soft , and is totally whiped, but i know he is soft only for her. He even had the audacity of askimg me to find my own mate. Huh. As if its ever going to happen. I know one thing if I ever find my mate, I'll end up loosing her too, just like I lost my family, She will be my weakness and would distract me from my goal. Thats the reason i don't want to find her. Perhaps she does not even exist.

Promises

Promises are meant to be broken, and even i had made promises to my parents which they had asked from me before dying,

A promise to be happy

A promise to love

A promise to care

A promise to live

And i guess the only promise I was able to fulfill was the promise to live because after the died I could hardly fulfill anything.

Live

I know I had to stay alive and live, and sometimes even living was unbearable. Because there was no reason for whom i would live, i was just a body with no soul. I wasn't living i was just alive for completing a task , a revenge of my family's death. It hurts to live. Pain and anger was the only thing that never left me. So I gave myself a new purpose to live.

To become a beast.

To become a threat.

To become a monster.

To become a ruthless bastard.

To become a worst nightmare.

To become blood thirsty..

That's me, a living hell.