Normal POV:-
“How old were you?” Adaddon asked, looking at his reflection where he found himself as a handsome devil not some old guy. Adaddon reduced Axzaan’s age and found Axzaan was spellbinding when he was found, “25 I guess.” Axzaan replied. “You were pretty hot.” Adaddon complimented him, setting his hairs with a smirk over his lips.
“I think I am fine with it.” Adaddon finally smiled, moving away.
“Ah, We have our castle ready.” Adaddon said. “It has the King, the servants, only the Queen is missing.” Adaddon said, thrilled. “Anyways, get ready for some action, Axzaan. We are going to make our first move.”
“Where are we going?”
“Towards the Despair.” Adaddon smirked evilly.
In the far off desserts, where no one dares to step upon resides the strongest Cult- Despair. A man
