No.. that's wrong. I do believe in God. Just not the human Gods. Because I, too, once met a God. To be exact, a Goddess. And believe me when I say this, that was the best moment of my life.>
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"Hester if you continue to be a lazy fuck again I will drag you out your door and throw you off the cliffs." 'Well isn't that just a lovely way to start the day?' He thought. Truth is, he was being a lazy fuck, so yes, Eliana had every reason to be pissed off at him.
"I know you can hear me dickhead." Another threat. Eliana was really on her last nerve today; she was not going to let him off this time.
"Cominggg" Hester groaned before lazily rolling off his bed and forcing his body to stand up. Being told off by the royal staff was one thing, being told off by a royal woman is scarier. He walked towards his bedroom door, almost catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror before walking a few steps backwards and standing infront of the mirror.
'Damn..' he gulped. If you were to walk out into the public and ask someone about the name Hester de Silva, they will definitely tell you that he's a "tall, handsome, loved, rich, well-mannered" man. But that was the past. Now, his looks are nothing short than a homeless, malnourished, unlucky child.
Caging yourself in a room for years and years on hand never helps with your already decreasing mental health.
He took in a deep breath. His once healthy curly brown hair that was loved by almost all was now a long tangled mess. It wouldn't be surprising if there were to be anything living in there. His eyes were razor-sharp, green emeralds that could be distinguished in any crowd.
Now, the eye bags under them make him seem like an alcoholic father with no hobby but to hit his own child.
His nose was slender, and his eyebrows had an impressive arch; the only mesmerising parts about his now carefree appearance. His clothes were actually not that bad. He seemed to have an actual decent sense of fashion, unlike the rest of his face, which just screams sleep deprivation.
Remembering the grumpy lady waiting at his door, Hester hurriedly ran to his front door. He did not want to be anywhere near cliffs with his life-threatening fear of heights. And there she stood, with a frown enough to start a wild fire in the greenest of rainforests.
"Took you long enough." Eliana stood, arms crossed in front of his door. Nothing new, her usual long blonde hair swept over her shoulders. Her own brown eyes stared deep into his emerald ones, frightening really.
"Jeez, that is one way to say good morning." Hester gave her a slight smile, trying to act friendly. He had no plans of being dog food today.
Eliana's nose scrunched. She was not going to deal with his bullshit today. She stayed silent, choosing her next words wisely before sighing. Noticing her sigh, Hester blinked in confusion. She was not impressed by him today, even in the slightest.
"Go fix your hair and meet me at the towns capital. The results are out today." A smirk crept over her face. "I'm sure you'll love them." Before he could say anything back, she turned around and walked away, not indulging in any more conversations.
Hester scratched the back of his head. He was right. It was true.
Women are scary.
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The next thing he knew, he was hopping around the town. Avoiding the crowd aimlessly and sweeping through from alleyway to alleyway. It didn't take long before he finally reached the capital. He pushed himself to the front and squinted his eyes, trying to see what was it that Eliana was sure he would 'love' to see. He spotted the old notice board that was now being used to display the results.
He first saw names. They were the family names. The names of the five families and their empires. But there was something else above. Hester's eyes widened as he looked up at the huge bold writing.
'Holy fuck.'
{The oldest soul of the Puppeteer land has perished. Here below are the 5 families and what they are to inherit from the now lost soul, S1.}