⭐ TITLE: The Birth of the Darkness
⭐ I. PROLOGUE — THE MAN WHO NEVER BELONGED
He grew up nameless — an orphan with no past, no legacy, no place the world would call his own.
He worked endlessly, hoping for a simple life: a roof, a family, a reason to smile.
He married.
He believed.
He hoped.
But hope was not made for him.
His wife abandoned him for a wealthier man —
not because he wronged her,
but because he was a dreamer with no success to offer.
She left with a single sentence:
"For some people, failure is an excuse. But for you… failure is the only truth you own."
And she walked away.
He was left alone with a nine-month-old daughter, the only piece of love he had ever held.
⭐ II. THE EXILE
After a mistake at work caused political embarrassment, the government cast him out — stripped his records, erased his job, and labelled him a liability.
He fled with his daughter to an abandoned wasteland, a barren cemetery where only graves remained.
There were no homes, no people — only wind, dust, and forgotten bones.
He raised his daughter there.
He lived with the company of a loyal stray dog — the last creature who saw him as human.
He wanted nothing more than peace.
But peace was not made for him.
⭐ III. THE DISCOVERY
One night, while gathering water, he overheard government agents discussing a secret plan — something so monstrous that the nation would crumble if people knew.
They spotted him.
He ran.
He rushed back home.
What he found shattered every last piece of him.
His dog lay motionless, throat slit, eyes open as if still searching for him.
The cradle was empty.
And a note was nailed to the wall:
"If you want your child, come alone."
⭐ IV. THE ABYSS — THE SCENE OF THE CHILD
He went to the appointed ruins, trembling but determined.
Government officials stood waiting — five men, masked, armed, smiling.
His daughter was held by one of them, squirming, crying.
MC: "Please… she's all I have. I swear I'll stay silent. I'll disappear. Just give her back."
They laughed.
Leader:
"Look at you. Kneeling like a beggar who mistakes breathing for living."
MC: "Take my life. Take anything. Just let her see one more sunrise."
He dropped to his knees.
He clutched the leader's boots.
His tears soaked into the dust.
Leader:
"We erased your wife from your memory for your own benefit. She was ashamed of you."
The MC froze.
Leader:
"Your child? A mistake. And mistakes deserve correction."
Before he could react, the leader took out a blade.
One swift motion.
The child's cry stopped.
A small head rolled into the sand.
The world went silent.
He didn't scream.
He didn't breathe.
He only stared, as if staring long enough would reverse time.
They kicked him aside.
Leader:
"You're next. No name. No record. No rest."
⭐ V. THE EXECUTION ROOM
They dragged him to an underground chamber — a place used to erase the unwanted.
Bound, bleeding, trembling, he whispered:
MC:
"If the world wanted me gone… it should have never let me be born."
He lifted his head, eyes full of hell:
MC:
"If there is a god who listens to broken men… hear me now.
Let me tear this world apart until nothing remains but the truth of suffering."
He cried until no tears remained.
He trembled until the trembling itself died.
And then—
the lights flickered.
The walls cracked.
A voice — ancient, cold, forgotten — whispered inside him:
"You wished for destruction… and I once lived for it."
A god long buried in forgotten graves — a god once abandoned for his merciless nature — reached out.
Their souls touched.
The man ceased.
The god awakened.
A new entity rose — neither man nor deity.
⭐ VI. THE BIRTH OF THE DARK KING
When surveillance teams entered the execution site the next day,
the desert was silent.
Not a bird.
Not a drop of water.
Not a trace of human breath.
Only blood.
Walls painted with it.
Ground soaked in it.
A lake of red where the chamber once stood.
No bodies.
Just blood.
As if every life form simply melted into crimson mud.
On a broken stone, written in a finger dipped in the lake:
"My execution is complete.
The world's execution begins now.
The Dark King rises."