He was a heart broken man. He was orphaned at a young age, felt the agonizing sting of fire on his bare skin, made it through the throes of immortality and felt pain that was indescribable. None of it would, however, compare to the sheer torment of watching the love of his life slip through his fingers. Doomed to an eternity of solitude, he was eking out an existence but little did he know that the one girl he had loved, forsaking all others, was to enter his life once more and tilt his world on its axis again. He was doomed.
Anshuman-He was... A man on a mission. He took what was his, how he wanted, exactly when hewanted. And if someone was foolish enough to stand in his way, it wasn't a pretty sight. Generations of mortals had been taken in by his courteous manner, but his calm exterior belied the devious mind churning underneath, thrumming with enough power to reduce the world to a pile of rubble at his feet. What exactly were his plans for the supernatural factions of Dehradun though? Few dared to ask, and those who did, hadn'tlived to tell the tale. Two hundred years old, yet even his most faithful minion couldn't begin to fathom the secrets that hiscryptic mind held within. He was protective, fiercely so; he was elusive; he was the most feared immortal. Saarthak-Ambitious, young, aspiring boy of 20. He had the full confidence to fulfill the dreams he dreamt of. Worked hard on his own for completing his studies to become a Doctor. Though he was around some souls related from his past life, he couldn't understand those.
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