Ninth_Heaven

The story takes place in a mysterious inn in the middle of nowhere . Each resident is unique in his/her own way.

One Fine Day , Nine Prominent Personalities who are famous throughout the Cultivation World receive a mystical letter from a person who claims to  have been a friend of their forefathers.

This person leaves behind detailed instructions that would allow each of them to find a 'treasure ' that they are in need of desperately in return they are supposed to journey to a desolate godforsaken land all alone and must ensure that their identities are kept secret if they fail to fulfil either of the two conditions  their opportunity shall be lost forever.

As the curtains slowly withdraw , we are left with the sight of Nine Cultivators now no better than mortals and one strange landlord all of whom are stacked in a single inn in the wilderness.

Among the raging maelstrom of creeping secrets and burning desires , the true essence of Human Nature is revealed in all its glory showing that regardless of high above they may be in the end the Cultivators are very much human ....

The House Of Good Fortune

Of course , it doesn't mean that it was always that way .


I have long since forgotten if I ever had one and I am in no urgent hurry to conjure up a new one .


Long Ago , I might have had a name like you as well something imposing perhaps befitting my vast stature that is capable of stirring the darkest desires of those who fall within the range of my gaze.


You would be glad to know that I am joking regarding my appearance.


Of course you might hear to the contrary but I assure that whatever you heard are nothing but baseless rumours .


True , all those who tried to bask in my magnificence ended up as corpses without a single shred of breath left in their limp bodies , but there are other reasons for that , you know ! 


In reality I am certainly not so terrifying ; my appearance is pretty much commonplace and one hardly worth of a glance .


Let us head towards something far more constructive .


It appears that I have to brief you regarding my motive .


The long and short of that is though Demonic I may be and Nameless to boot but that doesn't imply that I have lost all of my desires or have become a slave to incessant slaughter.


No sir , I have some healthy hobbies left in me still.


For long I have been an enthusiast of psychology doing my best to unravel the mysteries of the brain  and to uncover the so called 'true nature' that embodies each and every human being.


The existence of true nature has long been susceptible to debate among scholars who have made the behaviour of sentient creatures their speciality , I with a well documented experiment shall lay this debate to rest.


The tool that I shall use of course be 'Violence ' ; not the Violence that you think of , in the sense of random fighting and pillaging but violence in its truest sense devoid of all extraneous motives that corrupt the nobility of such an activity.


From my long experience I have concluded that violence in its purest form is liberating for an individual through mental or physical means it is possible to cast off the tight shackles of society that impose their absurd rules that cruelly bind the true self.


When the shackles are torn off the beautiful bird is free to soar among the skies.


Therefore , overcome by a sudden spurt in enthusiasm that beleaguered my lethargic self I decided to send the letters.


Prologue : Demonic Musings