Chapter 3: In The Deep of Night
Smiling means exposing one's weakness.
Kiyotaka Ayanokoji
Eight years ago, The Kingdom of Rougeria, Aurelia - Gyndal.
The ashes from the burnt down manor wavered into the air, carried faraway by the wind.
Yet –
He stood there,
Kneeling,
Looking down at his hands with a mad hysterical laughter.
The last surviving son of House Yujiro Vaelthore.
A crowd had gathered about him.
Gossiping,
Like gyns always did.
He knew –
One of those commoners watching –
One of those filth,
Was responsible for his family's death.
But, he laughed, for there was no other expression more befitting of this moment.
He rose,
The crowd moved back,
The volume of his laughter increased
Reaching into the Aurelian sky.
Then his violet eyes turned cold.
Two months later.
The world had already bared its cruel fangs at him.
The competing noble family of Saturaki, the Narusaki family had annexed all his property,
Every single bit of it.
"Are you still thinking about it?" He was knocked out of his trance, turning to Tyla, the only one who he actually trusted.
"It can't be helped." He said.
"Rex!" A voice resounded from the inner chambers, his master.
Yes, he Rex Vaelthore, second son of one of the wealthiest families in Saturaki had been reduced to nothing but a slave.
He looked to the chambers with a frown.
Evil.
Abusive.
Those were there only words that could be used to describe him.
He wanted to just end it all.
"Bro." He murmured, remembering the smile of his long dead brother Aryan. A smile that would wipe sorrow from any face.
A smile he could never have.
_ _ _
That night.
He stood at the edge of the balcony.
The arm of death so close.
He placed one leg over the balcony.
"Rex!"
He turned,
Tyla,
She stood there
Her eyes dripping with tears.
"Don't." She muttered.
It would be easier if he died, then her life would be much easier.
Their master was only so evil, because of his affiliation.
"I love you." He mouthed, then turned and –
Jumped.
_Thud_
His body hit the ground.
And in the dead of night, she fell on her knees, sobbing.
His body lay there,
Arms twisted,
Blood draining,
Bones showing.
It was quiet,
The bliss of death,
Only that –
It was not.
_Swoosh_
Mana stirred around his body.
He levitated.
His eyes turning into red slits,
His hair losing its black radiance and turning pure white, stretching down past his shoulder.
She rose, looking at the body now above her.
"Huh." He took in a deep breath.
He felt it.
The power gushing through his veins.
"I'll get peace for you."
_ _ _
_Hahaha_
Mad laughter resounded through the halls.
_Swoosh_
A figure moved.
The guards came close to each other, pointing their guns into the dark.
_Hahaha_
The laughter grew closer and closer.
"Boo." Red slits flashed before their eyes.
_Thud_
They fell, two holes through their heads.
"Master Yaro!"
The door to the Master's room was opened by a strong gush of wind.
"Who are you?" He trembled on his bed, pointing a gun at the door.
"Don't worry."
A touched.
A hand around his neck.
"You'll enjoy the peace."
A hole went through his head.
_Boom_
A gun shot.
Then a feeble voice call out."
"Rex."
"Tyla." He said, moving from his spot.
_Thud_
The guard by her fell.
"Tyla?" He bent, holding her head up gently.
"Thank you for being with me." She whispered.
"I love you." He said, bringing her head close to his.
"Bye." Her forehead touched his, then slammed back.
There was silence.
Nothing.
Nothing until he heard the sound of chains moving and a footstep.
"Nephew." Ravon called.
"Where were you?" He put Tyla down, mana rising from him furiously.
Painting the night sky blue.
"I'm sorry." Ravon's chains stretched out behind him.