Revenge with the help of Love

In the midst of the night, where there is no light to be seen, stood tall is the royal palace with its majestic grandeur. Through the dark, a figure clad in black clothes flashed by along with the breeze. Just as calm and silent and equally fast.

Just when a trace of moonlight is shimmered on the person's face, a face covered with a mask could be seen revealing nothing but a pair of eyes. The eyes that have no warmth in them but instead filled with hatred. An immense amount of hatred.

The person passed through many twists and turns expertly to find his route indicating his thorough planning about the entire area and it's every possible path.

With the steps as light as a feather, he made his way into the largest chamber of the palace. There he found the Emperor sleeping alone on the bed with the help of the moonlight that passed through the window.

The Emperor, who is about forty five years of age, doesn't look like his age but looks younger with the face that belonged to a thirty years young man.

How could he not look young? When he had many people serving him to maintain his beauty while he wouldn't flinch to take any hard or horrible decisions?

Being in the position of the Emperor would give anyone a stress or a burden and they would be scared to sleep peacefully during the night. But him, he had neither a frown nor a panic on his face but instead there was a relaxing smile that lingered while he was sleeping.

Looking at the peacefully sleeping face, the hatred in the eyes of the invader grew as they emanated coldness through them.

How many lives had he destroyed in his life while making many others sleepless? No one would have an exact count for it. Because it would surely be a countless number. Yet he is here sleeping as if he deserved the best in the entire world.

The invader sneered as he held his hand on the sword that was attached to his waist. His knuckles turned whiter than they already were as he tried his best to control his hatred looking at the face in front of him by clenching his fist over the sword.

He drew the sword out and slashed it on the face of the sleeping man on the bed. A few drops of blood fell on the face of the invader as he blinked a few times to get rid of the blood droplets on his eyelashes.

There suddenly sounded a huge howl as the emperor woke up and sat on his bed while clutching his face hard to stop it from bleeding and also to reduce the pain.

The sound made by the emperor woke up the entire palace as all the maids started torching the lights and guards started running towards the Emperor's room while a few grabbed some torches to lighten the area.

Inside the Emperor's room, the invader stood there calmly while looking at the Emperor who was still howling with pain and placed the tip of the sword on the floor to take the sword as a support to his hand.

Once the Emperor woke up entirely from his sleep, he looked at the person standing in front of him while watching him bleeding mercilessly and was not even scared to be caught by anyone.

He is just enjoying the scene at his own pace. Looking at the man who covered his face and kept on watching him cruelly, the Emperor was angered as he pointed his finger at the invader and shouted, "You. Who are you? How did you enter my room? Guards, where are the guards outside?"

When he pointed his finger at him, the Emperor revealed his face which was handsome until a few seconds back but now possesses an ugly scar through his right eye along with his cheek. The blood once again started gushing out of the wound making him take back the raised finger to hold his wound with that hand.

They then heard the banging of the door which was locked from the inside by the invader. Then the voices came in a frenzy as they all called for the Emperor. As there was no reply, the guards started breaking the door.

The invader never panicked but there was amusement visible in his eyes. The Emperor still could not overcome his pain on his face and was struggling with the wound as he looked at the invader with wariness since he realized that he was in a bad situation now.

Under his widened eyes, the invader sheathed his sword and gave a wave towards the Emperor and started walking leisurely towards the window. He then proceeded to jump through the window without any strain and started walking in an unrushed manner softly.

By the time the door was broken open by the guards, the invader was long merged into the darkness of the night without any trace left behind. The only trace of his appearance would be the wound on the Emperor's face and his roars.