I, Lucian Arcturus Drevahn, a crown prince of the Drevahn Empire has everything. Riches? Beauty? Power? Fame? Just name it.
As the seventh prince of Drevahn Empire it is impossible for me to become the crown prince just by letting the faith decide and this is my story how I got to where am I now.
When I was born, unlike my elder brothers and sisters who came from the Empress or concubines of powerful bloodlines, I was the most pitiful of all. My mother, though a woman of rare beauty—so much so that even the Empress could not compare—was but a commoner, a mere servant within the palace walls. One fateful night, my father, Emperor Callistus Arcturus Drevahn, known as the Tyrant Emperor in a drunken haze, violated her. From that tragedy, I came into this world.
My mother become the beloved concubine of my father, and I, as her son also become his favorite child. And thanks to my parents genes, I grew up being handsome and has a great physique, almost a splitting version of my father. A golden hair and a ruby like eyes that is a signature lineage of royalty together with my mother's perfect features, I was envied by my elder brothers and sisters, not just them but all the powerful noble childs my age.
"How can such a bastard exist?!" Is all they can think but no one voiced it out loud, afraid of my father's wrath.
As a child, only I, among his children can sit on his lap while he's sitting in his throne and in an important official meetings. I am free to go wherever I want, there is no such words as forbidden places in the palace for me.
I grew up with the teaching of my father, and soon found myself being just like him. Ruthless and merciless. My mother didn't said anything about my behavior and just supported me for whatever I want. All she cares about is me and father, never meddled in politics.
My mother, who never stop my father for whatever he wants to do and always supported him made my father captivated by her more. I was like a obsession to my mother rather than love. He never took a concubine ever again and focused his attention on us.
When I was fifteen, my battle combat already rival that of a General and I become my Father's treasure.
"Father, I want to inherit your throne when I grow up. I want to be like you. What should I do?"
My father just laughed, amused by my high ambition.
"You bastard, your father is still young and alive yet you dare to covet my throne?" He said, flicking my forehead.
"Ow! Ouchhh! Fatherrrr!!! That hurtssss!" I pouted. "Hmph, tell me!!!!!"
"Tsk, what a handful child. Who did you learn to be that stubborn huh?" Where else? Of course from him. "I will naturally handle it to you when I'm about to die. Maybe when you're 70 years old?" He said while laughing while making fun of me.
But my father is a liar. He went to the battlefield when I was 17 and never come back. He died in that battlefield. My mom who's gravely hurt from my father's sudden news of death catch an unknown illness and just month later, followed my father.
I who just become recognized as the youngest swordsmaster after travelling the world to challenge every known swordsman in the whole world heard of such gruesome news and come back home with only two grave to greet me.
"AAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH!!!! FATHER YOU LIAR!!!!!!! YOU SAID YOU'LL GIVE ME YOUR THRONE AT AGE OF 70! I'M ONLY 17!!!! LIAR!!!! LIAR!!!!! MOTHERRRRR!!!" I screamed like a madman without caring for my reputation at the graves of my parents.
"DON'T LEAVE ME!!!! I'M NOW A SWORDMASTER! YOU'RE PROUD OF ME RIGHT?!!! YES! I KNOW YOUR PROUD OF ME!! WAAAHHHH!!!! COME BACK AND CONGRATULATES ME!!" I continued to yell and scream at their grave as if that will bring them back.
"I now achieved greatness but... what's the point of all of this when you're not here? You said you love me... But why did you leave me so early? Mother, why did you follow father? How about me?" My tears flowed like waters as if the heaven itself pitied me, a rain suddenly fall, while I, alone in the grave of my parents.
I achieved glory at the young age, no one in the continent can achieve my feats, not even in the previous generations. But now, all of them felt empty. I did not felt anything about this. I felt.... disgust. Disgusted about myself. How could I? A said to be a powerful individual let my father go to war himself and now celebrating my greatness... alone. "I now have everything, I surpassed my father.... but what is the point of this? I rather have nothing if all that means I can have you both." Tears won't stop flowing my eyes, every raindrops are comfort to me.
At this moment, all I realized is I don't want anything, I never even care for my father's throne. It is their praises everytime I do something exceptional and made them happy is what I want.
I stayed on their grave not moving for a week before finally deciding to stand. A servant immediately offered me a robe. My face, once full of life now dulled. My once bright eyes now only killing intent left.
I grabbed my sword and immediately summoned all the general to prepare for a war. My father, already live a will 2 years ago that I will be the one to inherit his throne. I once muttered "Liar! You said I should wait until I'm 70!" but now, no tears flowed out my eyes and only a killing intent, eerie enough to make the experienced Generals gathered here shiver.
"How does his majesty has such killing intent when he's only 17?The apple indeed doesn't fall far from the tree." Is what the Generals presents here thought.
I wage war to the empire that kills my father, building more experience, I become worst than a killing machine. Killing everyone in my path. Marking the battlefield the blood of my enemies. I brought ruins to that Empire. My people called me a Hero while my enemies called me a madman. A madman that no Empires or Kingdoms want to aggravate.
Five years later, I found that my mother's death wasn't a natural occurrence but of a previous Empress doings. Jealous of my mother for having all the attention of my father, she poisoned her after the death of my father and blamed it on her love for my father since it is a great opportunity as I am not present.
Once I discovered the truth, I erased the Empress lineage along the kingdom she comes from and anyone related to her. I then put her head in the gate of my empire gaining a nickname for myself.
"Blood Emperor"
And strangely enough, after I died of old age, I woked up into this strange world. I examine myself, an almost skeleton looking child's hard.
"I-Is this the slums?" Before I know, I was in a body of this dying child, laying down on a street.