The real Nega

It was like a hangover after a raging night party. Their heads were aching and their eyes were heavy, so much that they couldn't make out were they were. It was as if they had too much of 'that good wine' and the choking smell in the room made things worse.

"This smells like Nega" Orie groaned as he managed to get up

"What's that?" Shiro asked as he also stood up

"It's actually a 'who" Orie replied

"And he's the king of Dahüd"

Slowly, everyone recovered from the drowsiness and were able to see clearly. Before them was a man sitted on what could only be described as a throne.

It's cushions were pure black and every other part of it was made of gold. The man sitting on it was just as magnificent. His skin was gleaming dark, the brown in his eyes were as the middle part of a sunflower, and his hair shot straight up and was flat at the top. There was no jewelry on him but the mere sight of him brought gold and diamonds into one's thought.

Just by looking at him,