THE BEGINNING OF DESTRUCTIVE ERA

In the west-south region,

On the land of Amala, the cold-blooded massacre had done its job by the hands of hellish army of Narakika. The sky had taken the formidable form. There was a black thickened smoke in the sky coming from burnt chariots and dead bodies. Land of Amala had sunk in the blood of its own people. The beauty of Amala had vanished by the dead bodies and crying sounds of widows. The ungodly smell of battlefield was blood-curdling. Even the war had ended; still there were the sounds of collision between the swords as they were screaming for their freedom. The sound of courage and fearlessness had converted into wailing and whimpering. It was a heart-thumping battle. The acrid and saline taste of blood became sweet for the hellish army.

On the mountain of dead bodies of warriors of Amala and Sarit, the flag of darkness was fluttering. The general of hellish army yelled, "The almighty and indestructible emperor of the world is coming. Bow down before him."

"My supreme and omnipotent lord, please come on this sinful land to make it holy. Let them see the greatness and kindness of their finest and supreme leader." said Vikrusta, the general of hellish army.

Suddenly the color of sky had changed. The black thickened smoke became clouds and had gained the ascendancy of the sky. The scenery of Amala became hellish. With deafening sound of thunderstorms, the Dark Knight had entered. It was like an atmosphere became pessimistic and depressed, the ray of hope was throttled and the darkness had dominated the truth. The Dark Knight came by crushing the dead bodies of warriors of Amala and Sarit in front of the hellish army. Everyone bowed down before him.

"My mighty warriors, you have proven your supremacy and loyalty towards your lord. But only victory won't satisfy me. Praise me with the blood of your enemies drizzling from the blade of your swords. Praise me with the heads of enemies by turning their body into ashes. Praise me with precious diamonds, pearls and crystals stolen from your enemies' houses. I'm the god. Bow down before me. I control the world. I'm the savior and the destroyer. I'm imperishable. I'm the demon king of hell and the angel of heaven. I'm the almighty god. I'm the destruction and the prosperity. Bow down before me you low lives."

"Hail the Narakika, hail the Narakika, hail the Narakika, hail the Narakika…." acclaimed the hellish army.

"My Lord, it's my honor to battle in the name of almighty Dark Knight." said Vikrusta, the general of hellish army.

The Dark Knight disdainfully said, "It's my kindness and greatness you're experiencing."

"Indeed, My Lord." said Vikrusta.

"Hail the Narakika. My lord, we have captured both the kings. Shall I trounce them here?" asked commander.

"Yes, you have the permission." said general.

The king of Amala named "Ashvath" and the king of Sarit named "Prayag" were trounced in front of the Dark Knight, the emperor of Narakika. Both were wounded very badly. They were chained like animals. Their clothes were bedraggled by the enemies' blood. The scars on their faces had shown how great and strong leaders they were. Even in the defeat, the smile of fearlessness was still on their faces. They were not afraid of death. The Dark Knight was sitting on the throne placed on the dead bodies of great warriors of both the kingdoms. The Dark Knight looked at them disdainfully and said, "If you have accepted me as your lord then this wouldn't have happened. The weaklings like you must know their place."

"You bastard. You're thinking that you'll conquer the world. Stop day dreaming." said Prayag, the king of Sarit.

"Who'll stop me? I'm the god. I'm the almighty and omnipotent emperor. I'll crush everyone who tries to get in my way." said Dark Knight and laughed.

"He'll stop you. He'll conclude you. You have invited your end like your father. Now you're doomed. He will tear you apart by his indestructible blade. He'll crush your ego with his greatness. He'll arrive again to save us all and to demolish you. The prophecy will soon become reality." said Ashvath, the king of Amala.

"Who's he? Does your savior have any name?" asked dark knight arrogantly.

"The Cursed Prince of Ulka" said Ashvath, the king of Amala, with pride in his eyes.

The sky surrounded by the black thickened clouds roared with the deafening thunderstorms as the king of Amala answered. And the astonishing sound of crackling made the throne unstable which placed on the dead bodies of brave warriors of both kingdoms. The throne had shaken down to the earth and Dark Knight had fallen in the puddle. His clothes were bedraggled and face got filled with muddy and bloody thick liquid.

The acclamation suddenly stopped. The one who were cheering became silent and the silent one started laughing. The hellish army was shocked. The commander came from behind and started beating both the kings who were laughing.

The general ordered water to clean the dirt. The Dark Knight stood up. He looked at them angrily and said, "Let's see, will your savior come to save your people?"

"General, order the hellish army to invade both the kingdoms. Order them to cut the men. Don't spare anyone. Perish their kingdoms. Enslave the young blood. Let the world know who I am! Don't behead the kings. Let them see their people suffer." ordered Dark Knight angrily.

"You bastard. I'm going to kill you. You'll have to pay for each and every horrible thing you have done." said Prayag, the king of Sarit, painfully.

The Dark Knight returned. Some soldiers came and took the kings to the prison.

In the east region,

The king of Ulka named "Nirbhik," the elder brother of Cursed Prince, teaching his eldest son about wielding the sword. The doorman came and said, "Your Highness, apologize for my interference. But the general wants to see you immediately."

"Okay. Tell the general to wait in the conference room." said king.