Rowan stood before the towering lighthouse, the cool sea breeze heavy around him. His fingers flexed slightly, summoning the brief pulse of his hypnotic power.
The island was his now.
Twenty million paid — the whole island transferred into his name effortlessly. Connections, influence, and a little supernatural persuasion made it easy.
The lighthouse keeper's job was his cover.
Behind the scenes, Rowan moved quickly. The mansion was under construction, sprawling and dark, built with hidden corridors and secret labs. Everything was designed with one purpose—power.
A week passed. The island was silent except for the crashing waves and the flicker of the lighthouse light.
Far away in the deep sea, a figure struggled beneath the waves.
Atlanna, fleeing the dangerous politics of Atlantis, surfaced near Amnesty Bay. Exhausted and weak, she collapsed on the shore, barely conscious.
Rowan found her. Without hesitation, he carried her to the safe house he had prepared ashore.
Day by day, he nursed her back to health.
He cooked simple meals and carefully changed the bandages on her wounds.
One evening, as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, she looked at him. Trust slowly replaced fear in her eyes.
Their shared silence turned warmth into something more.
She kissed Rowan—soft at first, then deeper.
That night, under the blanket of stars, their connection deepened.
Nine months later, Atlanna gave birth to their child.
The baby was unlike any other.
His skin shimmered—a golden-blue glow along his chest. Tiny sharp teeth already showed when he cried. His eyes sparkled golden-blue like the sunlit ocean.
Rowan felt pride and a strange fear.
"He is the emperor of the sea," Rowan whispered.
Suddenly, the calm shattered.
The baby's room was invaded by shadows—soldiers in black tactical suits armed with spears.
Atlanna's eyes flew open. "No! Don't hurt him!"
Rowan's lips curled in a cold smile. The Atlantean army had come.
Bat-like wings unfolded, claws extended, and her eyes burned with fury.
Rowan unleashed a deadly combination of bloodsucking and fire magic.
Dozens of soldiers fell in moments.
Breathing hard, one survivor stammered, "Who… what are you?"
"Rowan," Atlanna said, her voice sharp.
After a long, tense discussion lasting half an hour, the soldiers withdrew reluctantly.
Atlanna's anger didn't fade.
She accused Rowan of playing with her feelings and doubted his loyalties.
"To survive the sun ... you must be more than a vampire. Ancestors' bloodline, how old are you ?" she said fiercely.
The decision came quickly.
Atlanna took their son back to the sea.
"We will meet my father," she said firmly.
The battlefield was silent except for Rowan's low growl and he never felt this was, when he come to this world, everything was going according to his wishes, he felt to attached to his son.
" Well, I have to become more stronger, only power is absolutely and i will take my son back"
He knelt beside the bodies of the fallen Atlantean soldiers.
Slowly, he sank his teeth into their necks, drawing their blood.
A black hole appeared above the pool of blood, swirling energy inside.
Rowan felt a new power rise in him.
He could now swim freely beneath the ocean waves.
" This what's happening, skin is burning, my throat "
Golden-blue scales shimmered near his ribs and throat.
This new gift was his—an unspoken promise of power yet to be claimed.