Welcome to the world of Erevos, where you can find mixies of modern tech, magic, supernatural entities and beings, hidden stories and so much more.
Now in the world of Erevos, there was a city that never slept, though many inhabitants believed it did. The streetlights shined faintly but the red light district was on full display with lights, women on display and the occasional moan of women in pleasure halls and brothels. Now in the streets werete light flickered and faintly shined there was occasional siren wails from police cars. Among the people walking past, one figure moved with deliberate calm, as if the world was attracted to his presence, yet he belonged to none of it. And his name, David.
David( our MC).
At 6'3", brown skinned, a muscular yet lean build his body was honed like a weapon. In his right hand there was a tattoo curling from his wrist to forearm, a mark that whispered secrets no on alive could fully understand. His toned muscles flexed under tailored clothing, yet he walked calmly gracefully even with measured strides that were deliberate and casual. He could have men crushed in his path, but no one would know it. To the city, he was just another billionaire entrepreneur but to those who looked closely he was like the embodiment of something older, something untouchable.
The morning of the next day after having his bath, brushing his teeth and eating breakfast he drove off in his car and parked right Infront of a big building. The building was his, it was his empire, throne and so much more. As he exited his car he adjusted the cuff of his shirts and stepped into the lobby of Veylin Enterprises( his building), one of the city's most influential corporations. The corporation deals in jewelries, high end fashion, pharmaceuticals, vehicles of every type. The empire grew under David's supervision and overnight, his control extending through the veins of the city.
Morning, mr. Veylin, a junior executive greeted, his voice nervous yet hid a tone of excitement . David nodded once, amber eyes unreadable. Morning, David replied no more, no less. His tone calm, collected, precise, a mask as clean and slick like the suits he wore. Nothing in this world surprised him. But... something was off. A shadow at the corner of the lobby flickered unnaturally. A gentle breeze brushed across the marble floor, carrying whispers of intent that should not exist here. He noticed it, of course, he always did. It was nothing....yet in a twisted way to him (David) it was everything.
As he reached his office, he moved through the office, a memory from a bygone age crept it's way back into his mind. It wasn't a full memory just a fragment, a heartbeat of the past: showing the first time he had held Sorrows Offspring, the dagger that would define him. Th dagger forged in the blood of his field kill. His hands had been thin, trembling not from fear, but from understanding what hehad really done. The night where used the dagger to stab th heart of his captor, blood dripped from the captor, warm and living, and he took that blade an ran. No one ever saw him again that night. The memory had stayed, gnawing at the edges of his mind for centuries. The memory faded, but the echo remained, David smiled faintly. Calm. Collected. Untouchable. Yet.. beneath the surface, a fire shimmered undying.
Outside, movement caught his attention. A man who moved too quickly, too deliberate, too careful, yet far from being subtle. Julian Voss. David already knew the name; instinct, omniscience, or perhaps just years of observation made it impossible for hm to forget people's names. Suddenly Julian turned to the Veylin Enterprises building, though h coynot see David looking at him he felt liked he was being watched and suddenly he moved to a nearby street and slipped into the alley. David followed quietly, unnoticed. His smoke step power, subtle and unassuming, allowed him to move like most across the streets, no one would perceive him. No one could. To any onlooker, it would appear he vanished. In the alley, Julian turned. The faint glimmer of a small deadly weapon in his hand caught David's attention, was the weapon meant for. A contract. A test. David smiled. David's smile was calm, collected and had a hint of deadliness. Not yet. David said to himself, he didn't need to strike. Not now. Not in the day. Even as David said not yet, something in him has already been set in motion. Shadows stirred. And the world, little by little began to remember the name that had been whispered across centuries: Rakshasa.
Night fell, and the city's lights took over. Moonlight shimmered across Moonlight Park, its paths empty except for him. A bench awaited. Quiet waiting. He sat on the bench allowing the shadows to envelope him. From darkness, he drew a faint silhouette one of his smoke clones. The first clone represented his darkness, cold, unflinching, calculating. Another emerged, hesitant, fragile, representing his humanity, soft but stubborn, unwilling to disappear.
Dark smoke clone: they're already coming , he whispered, his voice sharp like a knife
Human smoke clone: they're always coming, he replied, trembling, yet trying to assert control. David watched, silent. He didn't speak, didn't Intervene. For now. The clones' argument mirrored centuries of pain, betrayal and survival. His mind went back to the nights of abuse, the betrayals, the hunger, the brutality, his parents death, his first kill, the girl who had tried to help him escape; taken from him mercilessly. These were shadows he carried even In daylight, hidden beneath calm smiles and measured footsteps.
Later that night, the moon shined brighter. David rose from the bench adjusting his coat. The park seemed ordinary again, yet nothing in hi presence was ordinary. He could feel it, the threads of faue weaving around him, bending gently, acknowledging the inevitability of his hand in the coming storm. And somewhere, far above, far beyond the understanding of mortals, whispers began: Rakshasa...the Ghost...he walks among the living, yet belongs to none of them. David could hear the beings whispering about him, he did not look up, he did not need to. The world he not yet seen him at full. Not yet.
Suddenly the wind shifted, carrying a chil that was not natural. David's amber eyes narrowed. In the distance, across the empty park, a figure appeared, tall, imposing, but blured, as if reality itself didn't dare to show I fully. David's hand twitched not in panic but anticipation. He could sense the aura, ancient, menacing, like a predator staring at him. The figures gaze locked on him. Even from afar, he felt the weight of it pressing against his mind. A voice, low and echoed, the darkness carried it across the shadows: you have been watched, David Veylin.. Rakshasa. Your time of hiding is over.
Before David could react , the figure vanished, leaving behind only a faint ripple in the air. Yet something remained ,a small, charred and burnt up symbol etched into the grass where the figure had stood, glowing.
To be continued....