Prologue
It's a dark eerie night. There is a harrowing silence all around, disrupted only by the swooshing sounds of the wind blowing in earnest, indicating a storm is about to start. The pitch-black night sky is suddenly pierced by an illuminating flash of lightning, followed by the ferocious rumble of thunder.
The darkness of the night suddenly gets lit up for a fraction of a second showing the silhouette of an imposing mansion against the flash of lightning. The mansion is in complete darkness apart from small flickering lights thrown out from a few windows.
Inside the huge mansion, an old man stands staring at the storm brewing outside, which he finds very similar to the storm churning inside himself. He turns away and walks to sit on a large upholstered chair placed at the end of a large hall.
"It's ready, Master....just the way you expected," the messenger, who had been brought into the courtly room said.
The old male who sat on the throne-like antique chair becomes suddenly alert, dismissing the messenger with a single nod of his head and wave of his hand. He then turns to look at the few other people gathered around him in the massive room with its stone walls and high ceiling.
"It's finally the time to get back what was rightfully mine, so are you all with me?"
The scary old male with his weathered skin and sunken eyes, which glow red in the dim lighting of the room looks around with a sneering expression at the others.
"Of course, my leash, we have all been waiting for this day for a very long time," says the most deadly-looking young male, among the ones gathered around him.
A proper scrutiny of the few people gathered in that room, on that day; would make it clear to anyone who happened to see them that none of the males were human. Rather, it would be clear for anyone to notice that neither their features, demeanor, or size had anything human-like about them.
"Bhikshanasur is at the height of his achievements, it won't be easy to get the people against him," said another younger male. This person was slightly easier on the eyes as compared to the other four people who stood in the room, in addition to the old man. And, that was saying something as they were all damn scary looking and dangerous.
"You are correct about that my boy, but it is not about what is easy, but rather about what is right." The old man replies.
"And the fact remains that it should have been me and then you, who ruled over Asur Lok, not Bhikshan's father and him,"
"Now, he has to pay for that...finally,"
"I will do everything in my power to bring about that, my leash," replies the young male, who happens to be the old male's son.
"Bhikshan, is no match for you, my prince and we will follow where you lead," comments the deadly-looking young male, from before.
"Yes, but we have to be very careful about all our moves and this should not be spoken about elsewhere," he says frowning at the deadly-looking youth.
"We are all fully loyal to the cause my prince, we will all follow you like Vikha said," replies a middle-aged ugly-looking male, nodding at Vikha.
"Yes, indeed Bhikshan is no match for your valor, my prince," Vikha responds solemnly.
"We just have to wait for him to make a simple mistake, then turning the people against him will be no problem,"
"And, so the mighty will fall, when he least expects it," the old man says with a wicked glimmer in his eyes.
"Hahaha...Hahaha....."
The old man's maniacal laughter filled the hollow cavernous room causing an eerie echo all around.
"Hear...Hear....." repeated the others with their weapons raised in the air.
