Never, Will He Bow

Hundreds of miles below the surface, in one of the roughly dug rooms. A nauseating smell wafted around; as a gooey liquid accumulated, flowing from an insect hive above. A yellow drop, bounced, and flowed down his glistening nape as he slept.

Within the deep resides of his mind, a ghoulish figure smirked and literally planting a creepy grin on Draven's face, stretching to the ends, beneath the bandage.

Hr laughed, cooking up a hair-raising scheme. A shadowy figure took root in his consciousness, he stood before Draven, his weakened soul.

"Hehe... kneel before me, you peasant, I am your King Kalaraja, ruler of the underworld!"

“Obey me your King, and I will make you the strongest being, with all the riches you could ever have… and”  

“Together, you and I will rule the world”

“All you go to do is, kneel!”

Draven silently studied the being within his mind space, ‘Is he the reason, why

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