In the heart of Aetheris, capital of the Kingdom of Lunaris, within the grand palace of the Alvarya, Queen Zyphora Alvarya was giving birth to twins—her third and fourth children.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! They are healthy twins, and the Queen is in excellent condition," said the maid, smiling, her eyes curved like crescents, as she turned to the anxiously pacing back and forth king, just outside the chamber.
"Let me see them, quickly!" said King Lucifer Alvarya, stepping inside with joy. "Who was born first?"
"The sister, Your Majesty."
"Then you shall be Azariel... Azariel Alvarya," he said gently as he held his daughter, a rare softness touching his expression. He then turned to the boy, his smile still lingering.
"And you... your name shall be Belzebuth. Belzebuth Alvarya."
But the moment he spoke the boy's name, something changed.
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CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.
CRASH. BOOM.
Suddenly, the king's eyes glazed over. His eyes dilated, his body froze, and the chamber he was in melted away. A village appeared before him—bathed in a sickening crimson sky. Screams echoed. Steel clashed. Blood flowed like rivers down the muddy streets.
From the distance, wails broke through the silence. Not screams of battle—screams of extinction. Homes burned, walls crumbled. Children cried. Elders wept. And then,
"HELP! SOMEONE, PLEASE HEL—AAAAAAAAAH!"
A young Alvaryan man was decapitated by a soldier clad in black armor.
"Hahahahaha! And you call yourselves the number one clan? Pathetic!" laughed the soldier, stepping over the corpse toward his next victim.
"No... please, not my child!" cried a mother as she threw herself over a small boy, her eyes bloodshot with terror.
The vision shifted.
"UNCLE SAVE MEEE!!!!" screamed a little girl as she ran toward a young man, his face blurry. Before having her little head chopped ruthlessly.
FWOOOSH.
A torrent of magical energy surged into the sky, pulled toward a massive spear, black as the abyss, wielding it was person cloaked in black robe and, powered by five or six figures—their faces too blurry to see. The weapon crackled with raw power as it flew toward a single being.
A being straight out of Alvarya legend.
Another shift.
Now the king saw a ruined throne room, littered with corpses—so many that they formed a grotesque mound. At the center, seated upon a shattered throne, was the same being: crimson eyes—five of them—cold, empty, yet terrifyingly aware. A heavy, deathlike aura surrounded him, warping space itself. Even time seemed to recoil.
"Mother. Father. Everyone," the being murmured in a hollow voice. "May you rest in peace. I've avenged you all."
Then, as if he could see the king watching, he turned his gaze directly toward him.
"Unfortunately... it seems I was unable to change the past."
And the vision ended.
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King Lucifer gasped, clutching his chest. His skin was pale Sweat streamed down his back. Zyphora, now cradling the baby, noticed his state and asked worriedly.
"Are you alright, my love?"
"I—I'm fine..." he whispered, his voice dry. His eyes, however, were fixed on Belzebuth.
He muttered to himself, "The era of peace... may have just ended."
What he had seen was no illusion. His innate talent, Mirrorlink, had activated on its own. Normally, it allowed him to borrow the powers of others—90% if granted consent, less than 50% if not. But this time... it had fully activated without any trigger. And what he saw was not memory, but prophecy.
A flawless, 100% glimpse of a future that may come!
A storm was brewing, A calamity.
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Lucifer took a deep breath and turned to Zyphora.
"I saw something. A future soaked in blood. Our people... destroyed. A being born of our line, lost in vengeance and ruin. I don't know when or how, but I believe one of the twins is involved."
She clutched Belzebuth closer, her lips trembling. "Then what do we do?" she knew about Lucifer's talent, and also knew that there were no one in the palace having time based ability.
"We'll need to send one of them far away—to the border of Ignavora. Only you, me, and the maid know that they are twins. If the worst comes... at least one child will survive."
"But... he's still my son," she whispered, voice breaking. "How can I live without him? How can I let him brave the cold outside world alone?" She said turning her back, shielding Belzebuth as tears streamed dow her face.
"I'll send Dagura to watch over him. And I'll arrange visits—secret ones. But this is the only way."
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A few moments later, the king's shadow moved within the throne room. Silent as a ghost, a man appeared, kneeling.
"Dagura. You are to take my son to the village of Oakvale. Find a trustworthy family and protect him—at all costs."
Dagura, an elite assassin and the king's most trusted shadow, lowered his head.
"I understand, Your Majesty. I, Dagura, swear to protect Prince Belzebuth with my life."
Before letting Dagura take Belzebuth away, Zyphora was still a little unwilling to let go, nursing him in her embraces, how can she let him go so easily, this was her flesh and blood !
As she let him go, she whispered to him "I'm sorry my little star"
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Three days later, Dagura reached the quiet village of Oakvale. He observed in silence, moving among the people. He needed the perfect family—compassionate, but with the necessary resources to take care of the prince.
Eventually, he found them. A grieving couple who had just lost their child to an unknown illness. They mourned quietly, holding onto a hope that the gods would give them a second chance.
It seems like the village is going through some difficulty.
Dagura knew fate had guided him.
He approached the investigative squad sent from the capital, flashed his royal insignia, and disguised himself as an envoy sent to assist. The stage was set.
Now, the hidden prince would begin his journey—far from the throne, far from prophecy.
But never beyond the reach of fate.
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Back in Aetheris, King Lucifer stood on a balcony overlooking his capital.
"Are you sure about this?" Zyphora asked, stepping beside him, her arms around Azariel.
"No," he said quietly. "But I have hope. That vision showed me a monster… but also a soul in mourning. A soul with pain—and perhaps still, love."
He turned to his daughter, sleeping in her mother's arms.
Above them, the stars shimmered faintly over the kingdom of Lunaris—silent witnesses to the beginning of a storm.