"Aah… the same dream again."
For the fifth time, five-year-old Kaizer awoke trembling, the chilling sensation of being swallowed by the Abyssal darkness still clinging to him.
"Mother…" he whispered, padding softly to her room. "Can I sleep with you tonight? I can't sleep alone."
"Of course, my dear," his mother, Rozana, replied, lifting the silken covers. She drew him close, his small body snug against hers. "Let me tell you a story of the ancient times to calm your mind."
Her voice, soft and melodic, began to weave a tale. "There once was a Demon King who believed not in chaos, but in equality and order. He had a wife whom he loved more than his own throne. On the night she gave birth to their first son, under a moon utterly engulfed in darkness, his own brother blinded by a hunger for power declared a war of treachery."
Kaiser listened, his eyes wide in the dim light. "The valiant Demon King died protecting his queen. And though she was slain, in her final moments, she used the very last of her magic to perform a great sacrifice. She sealed away her newborn son's demonic power and hidden identity, and with her dying breath, she cast him through the void to another realm a place where he would never be found."
She gently stroked his hair as his eyelids began to droop. "It is said that the fate of this lost Demon Prince will one day decide the future of the entire world."
Lulled by her voice and the rhythm of her heart, Kaizer fell into a deep and peaceful sleep, a small smile gracing his lips. Little did they know, the wheel of fate had already begun to turn, setting its course directly for them.