Muntaha sat on his throne, a certain someone's memories filling his mind.He knew what was going on. Lily was apparently dead without as much as a goodbye.
He mourned her but that was all he did. The prince didn't know that she wasn't dead Forever. It was a temporary situation. Yet it was enough to break him.
Due to the suddenness of the situation, his old wounds were cut open making them bleed. Of late, he could hardly get the image of his entire family's massacre off his head. Such a tragic incident had shaped his life.
He was known amongst his own kind as a monster and true to his name, he was. It fit perfectly in what he has done and who he became.
He kills without remorse and uses people left and right. He didn't care for their kin. No one cared for him anyways.
Muntaha's ears picked up the sound of someone approaching. He lifted his head anticipating the visitor's presence.
