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The Beginning of Fear
Vishal stepped in front of the chained man and smirked.
"We caught a beast like you alive... now wait and see what suffering truly feels like before you die."
Suraj asked, "Are we staying here?"
"No," Vishal replied, "You go to my father. I'll keep an eye on Siddharth."
Suraj nodded, mounted his horse, and rode off toward an unknown path.
Siddharth closed his eyes. He hadn't tasted even a drop of blood from the corpses yet.
And without blood... how long could he possibly survive?
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Inside the Manor – Raghavendra's Unease
Raghavendra Rai's face was already pale. As soon as Suraj told him Siddharth had been captured, the goblet nearly slipped from his hand. His eyes flickered with panic, but he tried hard to suppress it.
"You don't understand, Suraj…" Raghavendra's voice trembled with a fear not easily faked. "I only sent soldiers to subdue him—not to kill. Do you realize what you've done?"
Suraj frowned, confused, but something about Raghavendra's strained face made his gut churn.
"But… Siddharth is just a man, isn't he?" Suraj asked with a hesitant smile, though his voice quivered.
Raghavendra slammed his fist on the table. "A man?!" he thundered. "Do you even know who you've provoked?"
Right then, a strange humming echoed in the air. Suraj thought he imagined it at first, but it grew louder—sharp and unnatural.
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Back in the Stable – The Awakening
The air turned heavy. The ground began to tremble faintly. Where once there had been mocking laughter among the soldiers, unease had now taken hold.
"Why does Raghavendra sir fear him so much?" one soldier muttered. "If we get the order, I'll finish him right here."
Outside, Vishal waited near the stable, eyes fixed on his bracelet, expecting a message from his father.
Inside, one soldier sneered. "Vishal's outside… why wait?"
Another growled, "That bastard devoured our brothers. Let's break his bones before orders come!"
They grabbed weapons from nearby racks.
A rod struck Siddharth's ribs—hard. But he didn't flinch. His head simply slumped forward, hair falling like a curtain over his face. More soldiers followed, but nothing changed. He remained still—untouched by pain.
Then... it happened.
A small flicker of blue(cyan) light appeared between his fingers. Slowly, it began to spread through his veins. At first faint—then explosive, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the air.
One soldier stepped back—but too late.
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Screams in the Night
A single scream echoed outside.
Then another.
Then a chorus of shrieks, tearing through the silence.
Raghavendra clutched Suraj's arm. "That sound…" he whispered. Together, they rushed to the window.
The stable trembled violently. A boom followed, and a soldier's body flew through the air, landing in the dirt—motionless. Blood soaked every inch of him.
From the stable's cracks, a deep blue light seeped out.
Another scream. Then silence.
Raghavendra's hands trembled. He pulled out his orb and tried to contact Vishal—no response.
Just one more scream.
And then... another lifeless body was thrown out.
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Inside the Stable – The Feast Begins
Now there was only silence inside the stable.
Small fires crackled in corners. Mangled bodies lay scattered like broken puppets. Some were ripped so viciously they barely looked human.
In the center sat Siddharth.
Surrounded by corpses, he calmly drank the blood dripping from one of their necks. His eyes—serene. Like a beast after a satisfying hunt.
Nearby lay Vishal—still breathing, but barely. His body was torn and trembling. Slowly, painfully, he dragged himself to a counter, opened a drawer, and pulled out a small glowing blue orb.
With all the strength he could gather, he placed it on his bracelet.
A shimmer of light emerged, and a floating screen materialized in the air, revealing Raghavendra and Suraj.
But—
Before Vishal could speak, Siddharth snatched the bracelet away. Vishal was too weak to resist.
Siddharth chuckled, low and cold. "Hah… look who we have here."
On the screen, Raghavendra's face went pale. Sweat beaded his forehead as he tried to keep his voice steady.
"Siddharth… I beg you. Please let my son go."
Siddharth placed the bracelet on the table, eyes still locked on the screen.
"And why would I do that?"
"I supported you against Jafar," Raghavendra argued. "I gave you weapons. Those soldiers were only sent to talk. But… both my sons—fools. They attacked you. That wasn't my order."
Siddharth took a deep breath.
"Fine… I'll let them go. Just give me back my horse."
Raghavendra eagerly nodded. "Done! Send my son back, and your horse will be returned."
Siddharth stared… but something caught his eye.
In the corner of the stable… armor.
A familiar armor.
His heartbeat quickened. He threw the bracelet back onto the table, the screen still glowing as Raghavendra and Suraj watched in dread.
He walked slowly toward the armor… and just as his fingers touched it—
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Siddharth's hand slid down to the lock...
And with a sudden jolt—he shattered it.
The door creaked open slowly...
And what he saw inside stirred something dark within him.
A rage not loud… but cold.
Deep.
Merciless.
Inside the room, the walls were decorated with severed horse heads—mounted like hunting trophies in elegant frames. Each one stared blankly into the void, frozen in time.
And in the center of them all...
Hung the head of his own white horse.
His breath caught in his throat.
The very horse that had carried his wife's last memory.
The one she used to ride.
The one she loved like a child.
The only thing left of her.
Now—just another head on the wall.
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His fingers curled into fists. Veins bulged along his arms. His eyes, which were calm moments ago, now turned crimson at the edges.
He didn't scream.
He didn't cry.
He just stood there.
For a second… it felt like time itself stopped, waiting for his next move.
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Suraj's Truth – Raghavendra's Fury
Raghavendra's face turned stone-cold. He fixed his eyes on Suraj and took a step forward, his voice dripping with fury.
Raghavendra (shouting): "Speak, Suraj! What the hell did you both do that Siddharth destroyed your bracelet?"
Suraj's throat felt dry. His legs were still trembling, but he knew that lying now would only make the consequences worse.
His heart pounded as he spoke in a low, terrified voice:
Suraj (with a quiver in his voice): "P-Papa... we... we only caught one horse..."
Raghavendra (angrily): "ONLY ONE HORSE?! And what did you do to it?"
Suraj squeezed his eyes shut, took a deep breath, and finally muttered:
Suraj: "I... I thought it was a special horse... it ran so fast... so I caught it."
Raghavendra's face shifted in an instant—from anger to shock. He stepped toward Suraj with such force, his voice now controlled but full of venom:
Raghavendra (with every word cutting deep): "YOU KNEW IT WAS SIDDHARTH'S HORSE?!"
Suraj (struggling to speak): "No! I mean... I didn't know at first... but when Vishal recognized it, then I realized."
Raghavendra: "And still, you didn't return it?"
Suraj lowered his gaze, unable to speak. There was nothing but rage and fear on Raghavendra's face now.
Raghavendra clenched his fists and, with chilling calm, asked:
Raghavendra: "What did you do to it?"
Suraj's breath caught. His mouth was dry. But then, with a barely audible voice, he answered:
Suraj: "I tried to control it with aura orbs, but it wouldn't listen... It hurt me too... so... so I broke its legs."
Raghavendra staggered back, his expression filled with disbelief.
Suraj (in a whisper): "Then... I tied its mouth... and... and..."
Raghavendra (yelling): "AND WHAT ELSE?!!"
Suraj's eyes welled with tears. His throat felt tight. But somehow, he managed to lift his eyes and speak in a broken voice:
Suraj (whispering): "I... I... I cut its head off."
For a moment, the entire hall fell into an eerie silence. The air felt thick with tension, and not a sound could be heard.
Raghavendra slowly placed a hand on his forehead. His face drained of color, his eyes darting toward the window, towards the stable...
Where Siddharth was still trapped inside.
And then it dawned on him—
"MY SON CAN NEVER BE SAVED NOW."
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Raghavendra's Order – Suraj Must Flee
Raghavendra gripped Suraj's shoulder tightly. His eyes were a mix of anger and anxiety.
Raghavendra (in a stern tone): "Do you even realize what you've done?"
Suraj (nervously): "P-Papa, I did it by mistake—"
Raghavendra (shouting): "Shut up! Betraying someone like Siddharth, killing his horse... Do you really think he'll let you live?!"
Suraj (hesitant): "But Papa, you too—"
Raghavendra (angrily): "I'm telling you, run, Suraj! Right now! Or Siddharth will cut you into pieces!"
Suraj (trembling with fear): "But... but what about you?"
Raghavendra (in a serious voice): "I'm going to talk to him. I'm just telling you this—if you want to stay alive, leave now!"
Suraj looked at his father's face. For the first time, he saw only one thing in his eyes—fear.
For a moment, his feet froze, but then, with trembling hands, he grabbed a horse and quickly ran off.
Raghavendra took a deep breath, adjusted his clothes, and prepared to face Siddharth.
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Siddharth and Vishal's Conversation
Siddharth looked at Vishal, who was drenched in blood, leaning against the wall, breathing heavily. But the fear in his eyes was real. Siddharth walked up to him, picked up the bracelet, and stared into Vishal's eyes.
Siddharth (coldly): "Did you know what your brother did?"
Vishal (with a painful voice): "No… I had no idea. I was only told to stop you. My only goal was to save my brother."
Siddharth observed his face closely. He was telling the truth. For a moment, he remained silent, then took a deep breath.
Siddharth (in a low tone): "Fine, go. I'm letting you go. But Suraj... won't survive."
Vishal looked at him, surprised, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. But Siddharth walked out of the stable.
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Raghavendra and Siddharth Face-to-Face
Raghavendra entered the stable, where everything was in ruins. Blood, bodies, and destruction. But neither Siddharth nor Vishal was there. He moved towards the back of the stable.
The scene outside was different.
A fire was burning.
Siddharth stood there, burning the head of his horse. His eyes were filled with sorrow, but he controlled his emotions. Behind him, Vishal lay unconscious, being treated by Raghavendra's soldiers.
Raghavendra approached. Siddharth took a deep breath and composed himself.
Raghavendra (in a serious voice): "Why was this horse so important to you?"
Siddharth (in a cold tone): "He was my companion. He belonged to my wife. But I couldn't save her, and now I couldn't save her last memory."
Raghavendra remained silent for a moment, gazing at the fire. Then he sighed deeply.
Raghavendra (softly): "I understand… But what's done is done. Suraj made a mistake, but does he deserve death?"
Siddharth looked at him with cold eyes.
Siddharth (suddenly turning sharply, in a harsh tone): "Yes."
Raghavendra (angrily): "Siddharth, think carefully! He's my son!"
Siddharth took a step forward.
Siddharth (in a cold but sharp voice): " Okay Here's a challenge for you. If I don't kill Suraj in three days, I'll let him go."
Raghavendra looked at him in surprise.
Raghavendra (stubbornly): "And what if you fail?"
A small smirk appeared on Siddharth's face.
Siddharth, looking into Raghavendra's eyes (slowly but menacingly): "No matter where you hide him, I'll find him. And when I do... his death won't just be an ordinary one. It'll be a death so horrifying that even your greatest enemy would fear it. I'll break every bone in his body, kill him in a way that you'll have trouble even recognizing his corpse. And when he dies, the world will know fear just from hearing how Suraj Rai died."
Raghavendra's face went pale. He glanced at Vishal, who hadn't said a word. Raghavendra understood that Siddharth wasn't joking.
He clenched his fist, took a deep breath, and then looked into Siddharth's eyes.
Raghavendra (in a low tone): "Three days."
He placed his hand on Vishal's shoulder and, without another word, walked away.
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DAY 1
The Hunt Begins
Siddharth had searched through countless kingdoms, scanning every corner—Raghavendra's palace, royal stables, and all possible hideouts—but there was no sign of Suraj. With every passing hour, his fury intensified.
Left with no options, Siddharth turned toward the one place untouched by violence—Sataar Palace. Hidden within the sacred lands of the Mayana kingdom, it was considered a holy ground. Any form of bloodshed here was forbidden.
Inside Sataar Palace:
There, Siddharth met his old mentor and friend—Varun, King of Wickar, whom he respectfully called "Uncle."
Varun sat upon the great throne of the palace court when Siddharth arrived. The moment he saw him, Varun stood up, smiled, and embraced him warmly.
Varun (smiling): "Siddharth... my son... how are you?"
Siddharth: "Uncle, I need to speak with you in private."
With a nod, Varun led him into a private chamber.
There, Siddharth told him everything.
After listening carefully, Varun said, "I understand. I'll send my best men right away to track him down."
Siddharth: "Tell them only to find him. I'll be the one to end him."
Varun, still smiling, replied, "Of course."
And so, without delay, Varun dispatched his elite scouts to locate Suraj.
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DAY 2
The Fortress in the Forest
By morning, Varun's men had found him. Suraj was hiding in a massive estate, deep in the woods, three villages away from Raghavendra's kingdom.
As soon as Siddharth heard the news, he wasted no time and set out.
The Estate:
It was a fortress disguised as a mansion—an enormous bungalow surrounded by towering trees, high walls, and heavily armed guards. This time, Raghavendra had added extra security—stronger than ever before.
The Defenders:
40 elite soldiers.
All highly trained.
Users of Fire, Water, and Lightning serums.
Blades sharp as hell. Bows ready to kill.
And they were all ready to die the moment they heard Siddharth's name.
But when Siddharth arrived…
They knew death had arrived before them.
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⚔️ Siddharth vs 40 Warriors ⚔️
In the Heart of the Forest Estate
The air was hot—unnaturally hot. It felt like death itself had descended.
Guards stood at every corner, gripping weapons that glowed with Fire, Water, and Lightning power.
One guard stepped forward:
"Siddharth Kasaar... there's no escape for you now!"
Siddharth (with a slight smirk):
"Escape? I'm not the one who needs saving."
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Fire Serum Warriors – 15 Men
They stood like demons set ablaze.
One's fists erupted in fire, crackling with rage.
Another dragged a blazing sword along the stone floor, leaving scorched trails.
A third conjured a molten fireball and hurled it straight at Siddharth.
He didn't flinch.
With a calm exhale, his right palm lit up — glowing deep red.
"Blood Shield."
The fireball collided… and dissolved into steam, like it had struck death itself.
In a blink—Siddharth vanished.
A soldier blinked—
SHINK!
His head left his body before his mind registered it.
Another screamed—his neck sprayed blood as a Blood Dagger sliced through his throat.
A third tried to scream, but a Blood Spear burst through his jaw, silencing him forever.
The rest froze. Eyes wide. Feet trembling.
But it was already too late.
Siddharth was among them.
One cracked a fiery whip—
But a Blood Chain wrapped around his neck, pulled—
SNAP!
The head came off like a cork from a bottle.
One tried to retreat. He made it two steps.
SPLURT! A Blood Dagger lodged in his spine. He collapsed like a puppet cut loose.
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💦 Water Serum Warriors – 10 Men
They came in like a tide.
One raised his palms—unleashing a high-pressure jet stream.
Another conjured a spear of frozen water, sharp and gleaming.
A third drenched the floor, trying to trap Siddharth in a slip.
But Siddharth just... stared.
Cold. Silent. Deadlier than any current.
Then—
CRACK!
A Blood Chain lashed out, smashing one's skull like a melon.
Another's own spear reversed—twisted by Blood Control—and skewered his chest.
One tried to run.
His foot slipped on water.
He looked up—
BOOM!
A Blood Hammer crushed his face into paste.
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⚡ Lightning Serum Warriors – 15 Men
This was different.
The air itself trembled.
One smashed a serum vial into his arm—electric arcs snaked through his veins.
Another zoomed forward, body crackling with voltage.
A third raised his hands—summoning a spear of pure lightning and hurled it.
Siddharth raised his arm.
"Blood Wall."
A crimson shield of coagulated power rose—
The bolt struck it… and died, screaming like a caged storm.
But Siddharth didn't stop there.
His breathing changed.
Rough. Focused.
He remembered Suraj.
He remembered the white horse.
He remembered the blood in her eyes.
Now, every strike was revenge.
One tried to sneak from behind.
SLICK!
His head was cleaved clean with a Blood Dagger—his spine visible for a second before he collapsed.
Another leaped—
Blood Spear. Straight through the eye. Out the back of the skull.
Someone begged.
"Wait—please—"
Too late.
A Blood Chain coiled around his leg—
YANK!
He flipped midair—landed headfirst. Skull cracked open like fruit.
Siddharth's eyes glowed dark red now.
He wasn't defending.
He was hunting.
One soldier's arms were ripped off by dual chains.
Another's jaw torn open—tongue flailing like a dying fish.
One sprinted toward the gate—
Whip-CRACK!
Blood Chain wrapped his neck and pulled—
POP.
Headless.
Electricity fizzled out.
What remained... were corpses and the smell of scorched blood.
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Suraj's Escape
Suraj had been watching from atop a horse, enjoying the chaos from a safe distance.
But when he realized Siddharth was winning, panic struck.
The last surviving 5-6 guards tried to flee.
Siddharth, calm as ever, lashed out a Blood Chain, smashing one into the stone floor.
Suraj kicked his horse hard and disappeared into the jungle shadows.
Siddharth took a deep breath.
He had only one goal left now—Find Suraj. Finish it.
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DAY 3
The City of Sin – Kerun
On his father's command, Suraj fled to Kerun—a massive, bustling city filled with lights, noise, and secrets. Here, his father's influence ran deep, and he believed he would be safe.
But Varun's agents were faster.
And Siddharth was already on his way.
The Casino:
In the heart of Kerun stood a luxurious casino. Neon lights outside, glittering gold inside.
Coins clinked. Glasses clashed. Dancers swayed.
People laughed, cried, and drowned in liquor and lust.
Inside a private chamber, Suraj sat with his men—drunk, relaxed, distracted by a mesmerizing dancer in front of him.
He was slipping into comfort.
Just then, a soldier burst into the room—face pale, soaked in sweat or fear.
"Young Master! Siddharth is here!"
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For a moment, the color drained from Suraj's face. As soon as he heard the words, the glass of liquor slipped from his hand. His body turned cold.
"Keep the back exit open! And prepare the chariot immediately!" Suraj shouted.
The soldiers instantly obeyed. A luxurious chariot was brought to the rear gate—fitted with a private chamber in the back and a seat for the charioteer in front. Suraj was to travel in that secure rear compartment.
Meanwhile, his men frantically searched the palace for Siddharth. Every hallway, every corner—emptied. But Siddharth was nowhere.
The Charioteer's Truth
Suddenly, they stumbled upon a corpse at the back gate—the charioteer! The very one supposed to drive Suraj's escape.
Panic spread.
If the charioteer was dead... then who was driving the chariot?
Inside the chamber, Suraj had just begun to relax when he felt the chariot speeding recklessly. He pulled open a small window to shout at the charioteer—
"Slow down! We'll tip over like this!"
Without turning back, the charioteer chuckled and replied—
"Slow down? First tell me... aren't you afraid of what's behind you?"
Suraj froze.
That voice… no mistaking it.
It was Siddharth.
He slowly turned around.
Siddharth sat there, smiling like the devil. A twisted glint in his eyes.
Without saying a word, he activated aura orbs that locked every door and window from the inside. The chariot accelerated like a beast.
Outside the City – The Final Game in the Valley
The chariot reached a wide valley outside the city. Suddenly, Siddharth brought it to a screeching halt.
He dragged Suraj out and flung him to the ground. Thud! Suraj landed hard, clothes stained with dust. He tried to rise—but a blood dagger was already pressed to his throat.
"You run a lot, don't you, Suraj?" Siddharth's voice was calm—too calm. The kind of calm that reeked of death.
Suraj folded his hands, begging, "Siddharth… brother… think for a moment… what did I ever do to you?"
Siddharth smirked. A blood spear formed in his hand—and pierced straight into Suraj's leg.
"Aaaaahhhh!!" Suraj screamed in agony.
Blood poured from his mouth.
Next, Siddharth conjured a blood hammer—and smashed it down on Suraj's other leg. Crack!—the sound of bones shattering echoed through the valley. Suraj writhed on the ground, his face contorted in pain.
Suddenly, Suraj's bracelet lit up—Raghavendra was calling.
Siddharth picked it up and turned on the screen. Raghavendra's terrified face appeared.
"Let my son go, Siddharth!" his voice pleaded.
Siddharth chuckled.
"I fulfilled your challenge. Now what will you do?"
Raghavendra's voice trembled. "I'll give you a hundred new horses… just let Suraj go."
Siddharth paused, as if considering it.
Then softly replied, "And I'll give you a hundred new sons."
He coated his real sword with a sharp layer of blood—it gleamed a vicious red.
Without hesitation—
Srrrrkkktt!! Suraj's head separated from his body.
Blood splattered across the screen.
Raghavendra sat frozen, lifeless, as if the soul had left his face.
Siddharth looked into the bracelet camera and whispered—
"I'll frame this too."
And with a blood hammer, he shattered the bracelet into dust.
End of Day 3.
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