The rain fell that night, cold and heavy, soaking through the cracks of a world that had already broken him.
Xesre wasn't always Xesre.He was once a boy — nameless in the eyes of those who should have cared, unwanted by a world that only gave pain. Bruised skin and shattered trust were all he'd ever known. Every kind word was a lie. Every promise, a weapon.
For thirteen years, he endured. He smiled when he needed to, obeyed when he had to, and screamed where no one could hear. But kindness cannot fix a soul that's been eroded piece by piece.
And so, one night, he chose silence.A single act to end everything.His body collapsed. His heart stopped. The world that had hated him finally let him go.
…Or so he thought.
When his eyes opened again, he was not in heaven, nor in hell, but in a new world — under unfamiliar stars.He wasn't human anymore. His body felt different. Lighter, stronger… wrong. Blood the color of gold ran through his veins. His ears tapered like the elves of stories. And his soul, though shattered, had been bound into something divine and demonic all at once.
The gods had chosen him.Not out of kindness.But because he was the one who suffered the most — and survived.
As the wind howled through the foreign forest, the boy who should have died took his first breath as Xesre.
But he was not blessed.He was cursed.
And his new life… would be far crueler than the last.