"Aah… it was the same dream again."
Kaizer, a five-year-old boy living in the city of angels called Celestia, had been dreaming of his body being swallowed by the darkness of the Abyss. It was the fifth time he had dreamt this.
"Mother… can I sleep with you today? I can't sleep alone."
"Of course, dear. Let me tell you a story of the ancient times," his mother, Rozana, replied.
"There once lived a Demon King who believed in equality and order. He had a wife he loved dearly. On the night she gave birth to their first son, under a moon engulfed in darkness, his brother blinded by the hunger for power declared war. The Demon King died protecting his wife, and she too was slain. But in her final moments, she used her remaining powers to seal away her son's demonic powers and hidden identity, sending him to another realm, where he would never be found.
"It is also said that the fate of the Demon Prince will decide the future of this world."
Kaizer fell asleep while listening to the story, a small smile on his face, sleeping peacefully. Little did they know where fate would take him…