Under a dark, stormy sky, a figure clad in dark armour and wielding a huge sword stood, radiating a dark purple aura,
A woman with silver armour and matching eyes had stabbed him with a dagger to his chest, but despite all this, he stood simply glancing at the raining sky, his aura dissipating.
"Ha...hahaha" The woman laughed, revealing the hatred and scorn in her eye, which seemed to surprise the man.
"Laina..... " the man said, almost in a trance. This was his sister, Laina Mythroll, the one he'd had to protect while fighting off his enemies, and after her supposed death, he'd broken and killed all the Kings of the underworld.
Then suddenly he erupted into a manic laugh, his power, despite the injury, growing to envelop her.
"Z...Zane w...what are you doing?..." She said her voice was now panicked and desperate. She had planned everything for so many years; no way it would all end like that.
"Come on, sis...don't be like that...you know," Zane said, his voice sarcastic before it turned cold.
" Were they all involved?...don't lie!"
Laina was between a rock and a hard place since both would lead to her doom, but knowing his love for her, she expected him to sympathize with her. Thinking this, she gave a cold smirk before hiding it and putting on her most aggrieved expression.
"Brothe...r i...I didn't mean to...i...I had no choice...they, they made me do it." She said desperately, but Zane just watched her, his cold face revealing a cruel smile.
"Do you think I didn't know?..." Zane moves, grabbing her by the neck just enough to lift her up. "Listen, my dear sister, I never once in my life trusted you...But I do have to admit the thought of you having to deal with my mess due to your own incompetence brightens me," Zane said, smiling coldly at her.
"What are you talking about?" Lana asked, genuinely confused, making Zane, who now had black veins bulging on his skin, slowly spread a smirk.
"Oh...Laina, you poor creature...what do you think the other races will do to my family...you, after I had once killed one generation of them?..."
Hearing this, Laina's face, which had brightened after seeing the ancient, cursed weapon taking form as poison, darkened instantly, followed by a comic change of expression, from triumph to anger, then finally to pure terror. He was right; he was the only thing preventing war in their family.
Watching her emotional rollercoaster masterpiece, Zane smiled before dropping to one knee, coughing a large amount of blood, his eyes going hollow, and all his senses dampening.
"nonono!..Zane, stay alive, fix your own mess, damn it!" Laina was now in tears, imagining being against the whole underworld.
Zane felt as if he were falling endlessly, and his consciousness was fading, but instead of the tower of flames that he was expecting instead he found himself in front of a cosmic being covered in purple black energy and had an ethereal appearance.
Earth 2030
In a luxurious mansion, a tall, sixteen-year-old boy with black hair and brown eyes stood looking at the mirror, annoyance on his face.
Zane, after getting the power of the cosmic being, was incarnated into the body of Claude Randel, the main young master of the Randel household, who held a quarter of the country as lord.
The body's original owner's real name was Leon Rylia from the Rylia family, which was mainly composed of metahumans. After he was kidnapped and genetically modified a few weeks ago, he was stripped of his name and its benefits and saw his own family cut ties with him and send him off to this secluded country as a noble with his mother's surname.
Zane realised Claude was depressed since one day he came from the high life to the ground life, and to add salt to the injury, since those families are secret to others, it looked like he was disowned for his incompetence.
This obviously annoyed Zane, but also made him feel gratitude he couldn't imagine having to start in a new world from scratch.
*So what are you going to do now?*
*I guess i will start by checking on this falling families state and improve it...i ain't going to keep available options of attack by other families*
*Jeez...Now that is the reaper!*
*f#ck you!* Zane said coldly, * I'd rather a normal sword, so know your place and don't dare me again!*he was pissed since most people got sword spirits but him...a sword demon, which had a kick for reminding him he was a monster.
*ok...jeez *
Zane turned to see a tall middle-aged man in butler attire who had the build of an athlete and aging silver and dark blue hair with complementary blue eyes.
*This must be Diren Vitro, the only butler who agreed to stay with me after the incident...*
"Diren... "
"How may i help, young master?"
"I need access to the library."
"ok"
Zane was surprised by his easy acceptance, since any normal man would rather die than trust a kid's words on a whim.
Following the memories, he moved to the library, not letting that fact affect him. The scene at the library was disastrous. The library was filled not only with books, but a whole lot of dust, and most of the books were on the floor.
Not being the original , Zane turned to look at the silent Diren, his eyes cold and behind them a cold blue light.
"Why isn't this place clean?" Zane asked his voice cold and full voice of rage. This surprised Diren since for the two weeks he had been with him, he had never seen him lose his temper.
" Call the ones responsible for this place's maintenance."
"y...yes lord...young master"
Diren said, leaving immediately to do as instructed, Zane searched but was unable to identify or categorize any of the books.
After a few minutes, Diren came in with a short woman in her mid-thirties with hair heavily done up that looked more like a violation of the public eye.