In the quiet expanse of a modest manor nestled within the realm of Altheria, an air of solemnity hung like a thick mist. Inside a dimly lit chamber, adorned with tapestries depicting shadowy landscapes, a baby's cry pierced the stillness of the night. It was a sound that stirred an eerie mix of emotions in the hearts of two grim figures who stood by the crib, bathed in the faint glow of moonlight.

The first figure, a man of modest stature, donned the attire of a count, though his status was of a low rank among the noble hierarchy. This was Count Adrian, father to the newly born child, whose eyes widened in surprise and wonder at the sight of the baby's distinct features.

The second figure, a woman with a graceful presence and raven-black hair, was Countess Elara, mother to the infant. Her fingers gently traced the small, crimson-tipped horns atop the baby's head, while his bright red eyes curiously met her gaze.

"Adrian, look at him. Our son is born with horns and red eyes," she whispered, a mix of awe and concern filling her voice.

Count Adrian's brow furrowed with concern, yet he couldn't deny the child's mesmerizing presence. "Indeed, Elara. He is unique, and perhaps, destined for something extraordinary."

As if understanding the gravity of his parents' words, the baby boy ceased his cries, peering up at them with an almost knowing gaze. His lips curled into a small, mysterious smile that seemed beyond his tender age.

Lucius' thoughts raced as he gazed upon his new form—born again, but with the memories of his past life as a psychopath who sought absolute power. The small horns atop his head and the red eyes were a striking reminder of the destiny that awaited him.

"He has intelligence beyond a normal child," Elara remarked, her wonder growing. "He looks at us as if he understands."

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Lucius recognized his mother's words, acknowledging that even in this infant body, he retained the mind and understanding of his former self.

"He is a child of mystery, that much is certain," Adrian mused. "Let us raise him with love and care, just as any parents would."

A wave of gratitude washed over Lucius, knowing that his parents would offer him the love and support he would need in this new life—a life intertwined with the prophecy that none of them yet understood.

The following years were a whirlwind of discovery and growth for Nyx. His intelligence far surpassed that of his peers, and he spoke with a fluency that astonished all who encountered him. Count Adrian, while low in rank, doted on his son, finding solace and pride in the boy's extraordinary abilities.

On Nyx's sixth birthday, the small manor was adorned with red and black banners, signifying both the uniqueness of their son and the dark prophecy that unknowingly awaited him. Close friends and trusted servants gathered to celebrate the young boy's special day.

As the candles flickered and the room filled with laughter and chatter, Nyx stood beside his father, his small, bright red eyes surveying the guests. He was adorned in an outfit that reflected his distinct features, the small, crimson-tipped horns atop his head proudly displayed.

Count Adrian took a deep breath and addressed the guests. "Ladies and gentlemen, today marks a special day for my son, Nyx. He is a child of rare brilliance and extraordinary potential. Let us celebrate the wonder that he brings into our lives."

Lucius, wearing the facade of Nyx, observed the guests, all unaware of the turmoil within him—the memories of his past life as a psychopath and the burden of the prophecy that would shape his destiny.

Nyx smiled with a confidence beyond his years, his voice clear and measured as he addressed the crowd. "Thank you, everyone, for being here. I am grateful for the love and support of my family and friends. I promise to make you proud."

His words were sincere, but Lucius knew the depths of the darkness that dwelled within him. As the guests applauded, he maintained the composure of Nyx, his smile hiding the enigma that lay beneath.

And so, the wheels of destiny began to turn for young Nyx—the child born under the shadow of an eclipse, destined to become the Eclipse Tyrant. Amidst the grand celebrations and the watchful eyes of those around him, Nyx's journey began—an enigmatic tale of destiny and power, where darkness and light clashed in a realm filled with wonder and secrets yet to be unveiled.