Prologue

They whispered about him. They called him a beast. They called him cruel. They called him ugly.

People were repulsed by his face. They treated him as if he was deadly disease, avoiding him like the plague. They didn't dare talk to him or in front of him, but behind closed doors they would tell scary tales about him; some would send chills down spine, others were just outrageous and couldn't be true.

parents would use stories about him to scare their children into doing what they wanted.

"Don't make me call the beast," they would threaten.

But the children didn't call him beast. They called him 'monster face.'
Other called him dark Lord.

Lord Rayven.

He lived in a dark castle at the top of the highest hill in town. People called it the cursed castle. It had been abandoned for a very long time until Lord Rayven arrived at the kingdom as the new King's guard a few months ago. Everyone had been shocked when he moved into the abandoned castle.

"A cursed man in a cursed castle," people whispered about him.

It was also upon his arrival that a few death occurred in town. Everyone said that it was him. In fact, everything bad happened after his arrival was blamed on him, but no one dared to confront him. He was a powerful man, after all. He was close to the king and false accusations could lead to death.

But how much was true, and how much...