My heartless devil

✨✨The beginning of the war✨✨

The grand mansion stood like a fortress of silence, its shadows stretching long across the empty halls, as though the very walls mourned the absence of life. Within its cold, imposing walls, Abhiyash Rana, known across the world as "The Dragon King," sat in the midst of his empire, a place ruled by fear and ruthless strategy. But tonight, the heavy weight of silence pressed upon him like never before. His mind, usually consumed by power and control, wandered far from his throne of terror.

In the dim glow of the room, his sharp, piercing eyes softened, haunted by memories of a little girl. A girl whose laughter once filled the void within him, a laughter that echoed through his world like a sweet melody. She used to call him "Avyu," her voice pure and untainted by the darkness of his existence. But that innocence was lost, leaving only a wound that refused to heal.

The very thought of her—Avika—was enough to make the once invincible Dragon King tremble with a sorrow that gnawed at his soul. His stoic face, usually an impenetrable mask, now betrayed him, the grief etched deeply into his features. He buried his face in his hands, his body shaking under the weight of emotions he had long denied, emotions he never allowed himself to feel.

Tears flowed freely, but amidst the despair, something ignited within him. It wasn’t just sorrow; it was a burning resolve. His clenched fists trembled not from grief, but from an unyielding vow. "No matter what it takes, I will find you."

With a determination that could move mountains, he reached for his phone. The sound of the dialing tone filled the air, a harsh contrast to the somber quiet of the room. When Robert, his most trusted ally, answered, Abhiyash’s voice, though cold, carried an undertone of desperation.

"Robert," he began, his words measured but urgent, "I need everything—every record, every scrap of information about a girl named Avika. She was at the Awasthi Orphanage. I need to know everything about her disappearance. She used to call me 'Avyu.' Find her."

Robert, understanding the gravity in his voice, didn’t hesitate. "I’ll get to work immediately."

Within minutes, Abhiyash had gathered his team—Robert, Layla, and John—into his study. The room, with its glowing screens and flowing data, was a stark contrast to the emotions simmering beneath the surface. Abhiyash stood before them, his presence commanding yet somehow heavy, as if burdened by the weight of the task ahead.

"This is our mission," he declared, his voice unwavering. "We find her. No matter where she is."

Layla and John exchanged looks of disbelief. The Dragon King, a man known for his ruthless rule over the underworld, now sought a girl who had been lost for two decades. The mission was personal, more so than any they had embarked on before.

Their investigation uncovered a chilling truth. The Awasthi Orphanage had been destroyed by a notorious gang known as The Lucifer Group. Every child had been abducted, including Avika. The revelation struck Abhiyash like a blow to the chest.

"We’re going to Lucifer," he said, his voice like steel, the name of the gang leader laced with venom.

Layla warned him, her voice cautious. "Lucifer doesn’t just meet anyone, especially not someone with your history with him."

Abhiyash’s gaze turned cold, but his resolve only hardened. "Tell him I’m coming. And this is his last chance to save himself."

Three days later, Abhiyash’s jet touched down on a remote island surrounded by dense, untamed jungle—Lucifer’s lair. As he stepped out, his presence seemed to darken the sky. The mansion ahead was a palace of decadence, a place where darkness reigned.

Lucifer was waiting, lounging in a throne-like chair, his smug grin failing to mask his unease. "Dragon King," he greeted, his voice dripping with mockery. "I’ve heard meeting you is like inviting death. So, why are you here?"

Abhiyash’s eyes locked onto Lucifer’s with unflinching intensity. "I’m here for a girl. Twenty years ago, she was taken from the Awasthi Orphanage. I want to know everything about her."

Lucifer’s laughter echoed through the room, but it died the moment he saw the cold fire in Abhiyash’s gaze. "You, worried about a little girl? How... amusing."

The humor faded as Abhiyash spoke, his voice like a blade. "Tell me what I need to know, or I’ll burn this empire to the ground."

Lucifer’s expression faltered, but he leaned forward, lowering his voice. "The girl wasn’t just taken. It was part of something bigger. The elite were behind it. She might still be alive... but I don’t know where."

Abhiyash’s jaw clenched, a storm of fury brewing within him. "Give me names. Give me places. I want to know who’s responsible."

Lucifer hesitated but eventually relented, handing over a file—worn, frayed at the edges, and filled with names and cryptic leads. "These people are untouchable. Going after them... is a death wish."

Abhiyash’s voice was a low growl. "If she’s alive, I’ll find her. And if she’s not... I’ll make sure they all pay."

Back on his jet, as the plane soared above the clouds, Abhiyash opened the file. His mind was already working, mapping out his next move. As the endless sky stretched before him, he whispered, "This isn’t just about her. This is for every life they’ve destroyed."

The fire in his eyes burned brighter than ever before—a fire of vengeance, of justice. The Dragon King had been reborn, and this time, nothing would stand in his way.