An alluring woman bathed herself in the spring: silver-white hair cascading down her back, her exquisite silver eyes gazing at the open night sky through the glass ceiling.
Rays of moonlight accentuated her massive, jade peaks, the pink circles barely hidden, floating, halfway in the water.
Suddenly, a loud impact, echoing on the horizon, disturbed her peace.
The Mortal World seal, which had stood there since ancient times, vibrated, trying to fight the incoming invader. Each vibration made earthquakes around the world, and some unlucky creature died in the midst of the chaos.
The object tore through it as if it were a sheet of paper and headed straight to the residence of the Empress.
The sound of the shockwave travelled through the lands of the world, shaking its trees canopies. The world-shaking event woke everyone up from their sweet dreams.
A cultivator, grabbing his chance, tried to escape through the gap in between the seal. The seal instantly regenerated, cutting him in half in the process.
The naked woman, surprised, jumped out of the spring as the blazing object shattered the glass ceiling, shaking the whole palace with its impact, evaporating the water.
The falling shards of the glass couldn't penetrate the barrier of the empress as she stood there with the aura of a ruler. Her eyes were warningly scanning her surroundings.
The awoken residents urgently headed out searching for the Empress, fearing something had happened to her.
The Empress yelled while hastily dressing up, covering her body. Her pitch-black robe was embroidered with the Elarion symbol.
"Everyone be prepared, a possible attack on the empire is commercing!" Her voice, filled with authority, echoed in the palace.
As the steam cleared, her eyes caught sight of a small child.
His shoulder-length silver hair was painted with crimson-red at the ends. Traces of tears carved clean paths through his face, leaving a deep imprint on his cheeks.
Her heart instantly chilled at the sight of the bloodied child, without even thinking, she called Elyndra in, while she ran to the child.
Running inside on the call of her sister, her purple hair, crystal parts tingled.
Looking at her funny sister, with her wet hair sticking to her slim shoulders and dishevelled dress she wanted to laugh.
Halting her steps, she open-mouthed looked at the kid lying at the bottom of the spring.
Getting to her sister's side, she whispered. "Did you give birth? What happened?"
Smacking her on the back, Sylpha's face angrily remarked: "Do I look like I had a two year old child in me?"
"Let's help him, we will figure the rest out later"
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Through the months, they had difficulty with the boy. He always remained silent, with his melancholic eyes gazing towards the sky. Sometimes his face twitched in agony, as images of his past resurfaced, filled with massacre and blood.
Only Sylpha's light law could bring him solace in the midst of his agonies.
He learned their language in a short time, and recovered so swiftly that even the empress was surprised.
Thanks to her light element, she was able to remove the scars from his face.
The peaceful Elarion provided him with a new chance for a better life, as the months went by he got himself acquainted with more and more people.
The kid who was cold as ice, as if his emotions were frozen, slowly melted a little under the care of everyone.
...
A year later, the peaceful light of the sun shone upon the beautiful silver hair of a boy.
He was sitting in front of Sylpha, listening to her explanation of the world.
Morvadeus' fuzzy memories surged in his mind. Filling with blood, sadness, and thirst for revenge. The unknown feelings and the long-forgotten memories made his mood heavy.
His crimson ending silver hair neatly combed, his childish but melancholic face, was distracted. Looking at the colourful birds playing on the palace window, Morvadeus imagined himself in their place.
To be able to fly, without the worry of your past, without the haunting memories of your home getting destroyed.
I also want to be like these birds, but I can't.
I need to work hard to uncover who's the face of the devil in my haunting memories, who is the woman who screams my name while she is pierced by the devil.
Looking at the melancholic-faced Morvadeus, distracted by the playing of the birds, Sylpha wondered what was going through his mind.
He never talked about his past; he only told them his name, Morvadeus.
Suddenly, flicking his forehead, awaking him from the stupor, his mother exclaimed loudly.
"Morvadeus, pay attention to me. The structure of our World is crucial"
Gently holding his hand, looking seriously in his eyes, she continued:
"Maybe you look down on this World, but it has places and creatures far more dangerous than you could imagine."
'I'm sure they aren't more dangerous than the devil who destroyed my home with a flick of his hand, who commanded millions of scarlet creatures massacring in their way.
For your safety, study diligently and cultivate every day".
"Yes, mother, I'm sorry," Morvadeus watery eyes looked at her apologizing sincerely, while he held his now red forehead comically.
'Mother is right, I should worry about my future now, I am in this world and now this is my home'
Sylpha's heart melted. For a while, he started calling her mother, making her feel that their connection deepened.
"It's time for your training with Castiel. I'm sure he is eagerly waiting for you," Sylpha, looking at the time, exclaimed.
Morvadeus, bidding farewell, went towards Castiel Hall.
Tiny steps echoed through the Royal Corridor, a small figure with a straight posture was heading towards Castiel's Hall.
His black robe, embroidered with distinct symbols of the Elarion Empire, touched the ground, a little bit long for him.
The lion's head, with its fangs bigger than Morvadeus himself, welcomed his presence.
"Uncle, Castiel. I arrived," he shouted, waiting patiently for the huge Aethel-Stal doors to open.
The movement of the lion head, broke the silence of the corridor. Closed massive jaws began to open, a roar reverberating inside.
Its eyes glowed with golden light, gazing at the child, making Morvadeus feel like he gazed at a beast, wanting to devour him.
The colossal doors opened, and before he could enter a deep voice reverberated.
"Morvadeus, welcome again." Castiel's deep roaring voice shook his ears. His towering frame cast a shadow on Morvadeus. Beast-like muscles, nearly ripped his training robe apart.
"Uncle Castiel, no need to yell, I'm in front of you." Sighing, he continued:
"My mother sent me to train with you"
"Come inside, let's start right away, I wouldn't want to test the patience of our future emperor, ha ha," his laugh resonated, making Morvadeus blush.
A spacious underground space encompassed mountains, rivers, and trees. Up in the sky, a miniature sun lit up the whole area, forming its own world.
Both child and adult faced each other, each in their stance, dressed in training robes.
Morvadeus was the first to move; the ground sank below his feet, and he lunged at his opponent, ready to tear him apart. Dust kicked up behind him, his speed swift as the wind.
Castiel calmly welcomed his brave challenger, prepared to train him to his utmost knowledge.
Grinning, Morvadeus' white teeth showed, gazing at him as if he were a prey, ready to be hunted down.
His power-hungry eyes glowed with a crimson glint, his little frame surging with strength.
"Receive my attack," Morvadeus shouted, a loud sound echoing as his fist met the opponent's blocking hand.
Castiel easily deflected, getting a hold of his wrist, he swung him upwards. Flinging him high into the air.
Morvadeus could only helplessly accept his fate. But he wasn't powerless; he positioned his body, and his legs were ready to swing downwards, aimed at the head of his opponent.
Castiel's footprints imprinted in the ground, blocking Morvadeus oncoming kick, surprised by the explosiveness of his power.
As the battle commenced, Morvadeus' excitement surged, making his thirst for the battle rise.
His relentless attacks signalled the start of his rampage to Castiel. He prepared to receive it, watching every movement of Morvadeus, ready to stop it if it went too far.
Morvadeus started to lose himself in the heat of the battle.
His surging memories, awakened, making him thirst for blood, the face of a red colossal figure splashing someone's blood on him appeared, he wanted to tear it to pieces.
In the face of Castiel, he only saw the devil.
His savage beast-like attack didn't show a sign of his learned techniques.
Looking at the crazed state of his. Castiel acknowledged that he lost himself again.
Getting ready, he aimed his fist at Morvadeus.
Suddenly feeling the air, getting forced out of his lungs, Morvadeus crimson eyes turned back silver as the power of Castiel's punch sent him flying.
"Wake up, child. You need to control yourself," warned Castiel.
"I know... huph..I apologise, but fighting with Uncle makes my blood boil." explained Morvadeus.
Taking a deep breath, his voice getting lower, he said
"But, every time, some bloody memories resurface I lose myself, and all I see is blood," he sadly complained, making Castiel's heart wrench in pain.