The royal palace stood tall, its golden walls shining under the evening sun.
But soon, it would be bathed in blood.
The 7th Prince, now a demon in human skin, walked through the palace gates.
Beside him, his slaves followed—once his enemies, now broken playthings.
His former master, Leo Chang, walked behind him in chains, his eyes hollow.
His daughter, the woman who had betrayed him, crawled at the 7th Prince's feet like a pet, her body covered in bruises from his torment.
Today, the palace would burn.
And at the end of it all—the Emperor would kneel.
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A Trail of Blood – The Massacre Begins
"KILL THEM ALL."
The order was given, and the carnage began.
The palace guards rushed forward, their weapons drawn.
CLANG! SHRIIIK!
But before they could even reach him—
The 7th Prince moved.
His blade flashed once, and heads rolled across the marble floors.
His fingers tore through flesh like paper, ripping out hearts before they could even scream.
The once-great warriors of the palace collapsed, their lifeblood staining the sacred halls.
And the 7th Prince did not stop.
The nobles tried to flee, but his slaves hunted them down.
His former master, Leo Chang, was forced to execute his own students—his hands shaking as he cut their throats.
His daughter, the once-proud woman who betrayed him, was forced to watch her former lovers die before her eyes.
The entire palace trembled as the 7th Prince advanced toward the throne room.
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The Emperor's Last Moments of Power
The Emperor sat upon his golden throne, his face pale.
He was the ruler of Valor, yet today—
He was nothing more than prey.
"You... you've gone mad!" The Emperor spat, gripping the armrest of his throne.
The 7th Prince only chuckled.
"Mad?" he mused.
"No, Father. I have simply become what this world made me."
With one step, he closed the distance between them.
The Emperor reached for his sword—
SLASH!
The blade clattered to the floor, along with the Emperor's hand.
Blood gushed from the stump, and the Emperor howled in agony.
But the 7th Prince was not done.
"You took everything from me," he whispered.
"Now, let me return the favor."
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A Fate Worse Than Death – The Emperor's Eternal Suffering
The 7th Prince knelt before his fallen father, his fingers digging into his chin.
"Killing you would be too merciful."
"No... you deserve something far worse."
The Emperor trembled.
"W-what are you doing?" he stammered, trying to crawl away.
The 7th Prince raised his hand, dark energy swirling at his fingertips.
This was no ordinary technique.
This was a curse.
A technique forbidden by all cultivators.
It would not kill the Emperor—
No.
It would keep him alive, forever trapped in an endless cycle of pain.
The dark mist seeped into the Emperor's wounds, forcing his body to heal only to be torn apart again.
His nerves screamed in agony as the pain never faded.
His body rotted and repaired itself at the same time, making death an impossible escape.
"You are no longer the Emperor."
"You are nothing but my eternal slave."
The Emperor sobbed.
His kingdom was gone.
His children were dead.
And he—
He was nothing more than a broken plaything for the monster he created.
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The War Has Ended – A New Emperor Rises
The 7th Prince stood over his defeated father, his face expressionless.
The palace, once a symbol of power, was now a graveyard.
Nobles, warriors, and royals—all had fallen before him.
His slaves knelt, their bodies trembling in fear and reverence.
And with one final step, he sat upon the golden throne.
"From this day forward…"
"The weak shall kneel before me."
"The world belongs to me."
The monster had become the ruler.
And the era of endless darkness had begun.
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