A young boy was staring at the moon from his window late at night wondering if there was a greater meaning to life.

“Khafk open the door now!” His father was screaming with a strong slur, only adding to the boy’s depression. If only he could escape this horrifying life to something better.

Being the elder heir to the Blach’e Clan of Avair Kingom, Khafk’s father had extremely high expectations of his son. Sadly, as if fate was cursing the boy’s existence; his mother died giving birth, and the boy was born with a defect.

Everyday Khafk cursed whatever existence had given him a defunct ki cultivation ability. Ki, or internal power, is an energy warriors use to empower themselves; allowing normally weak humans to perform impossible feats. And Khafk had none, his father tried desperately to hide this defect, covering it up by announcing that his son was undergoing secret training.

“All lies!” Khafk couldn’t help thinking, trembling at the powerful blows which were dealt to the door.

“Come on son, daddy just wants to give you some special training!” The door was screaming in protest to the powerful blows.

Khafk horrified turned towards the window. He had heard exactly what kind of secret training his father was planning. Death. His lunatic of a father was planning on killing him to make Khent the heir. Khent, Khent, Khent the only son his father actually cared about. A Ki prodigy, and Khafk was the only obstacle blocking his path to succession.

His father had a reason for this madness. If Khent isn’t the elder heir then it means the end of Blach’e being a supreme treasure owner.

Supreme treasures are magical weapons of incredible rarity which have been excavated all over the world. The holders of these weapons are designated by the empire through a IPT(Internal Power Test). Currently the Blach’e family has held possession of Black Death, one of the ten godswords for twelve generations.

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The clan motto is “Black Death before all, even family.” Khafk sarcastically laughed at his misfortune.

“If death is the only choice for me, then I will make the choice on my own.” Khafk made his resolve and jumped into the balcony window. For Bronze tier Ki warriors, a ten storie fall would only result in slight bruising, but to Khafk it would result in instant death.

As his body smashed through the thin glass window the door burst open simultaneously. Khafk turned his gaze skyward catching a glimpse of his father face completely drained of blood, confused he turned to match his father’s gaze. Hovering just inches next to Khafk was a shade draped in shadows. The crown atop its head. A wreath of epic darkness trimmed with crimson gold for thorns. The accessory of Akila god of death.

The shade’s arms materialized and stabbed into Khafk’s chest revealing the beings pale wrinkled skin, the fingers had horrifying talons which seemed to gorge at the blood overflowing onto them.

Khafk suddenly felt something filling his body, a darkness defiling his very soul. The shade was suddenly sucked into his chest. The next moment at approximately midnight on the new year of Avair 1000 a young heir of the Blach’e clan vanished mid plummet.

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