In the realm of Avalon, one of the 7 kingdoms located on the western continent of the magus world, there stood an ancient castle.

The castle's exterior was a symphony of intricate details and grandeur.

Its walls looked like as if they were crafted from shimmering white marble, reflecting the light of the moon, which gave it a glorious hue that drew the gaze of all who witnessed it.

Four Towers one at each corner of that majestic castle spiraled towards the sky, reaching heights that seemed to scrape the clouds, adorned with elegant spires, each a masterpiece of its own.

This castle was the home of the royal family who ruled over the lands of Avalon.

On one fateful night, Amon Kingsley the crown prince and heir to the throne of Avalon moved through those dimly lit corridors of the palace on the way to his champers.

Amon, was known for his cruel temper and unpredictable nature.

As he strode through the dimly lit passages, his regal presence seemed to send shivers down the spines of those unfortunate enough to cross his path.

Whispers echoed among the servants, tales of the prince's cruelty and wrath were spreading like wildfire through the castle.

The mere sound of his approaching footsteps would send them into a frenzy, scattering in all directions to avoid drawing his attention.

Little did the prince knew as he was entering his champers that his life was about to take a dramatic turn, as his soul would soon become the battleground for an old and powerful consciousness seeking a new vessel.

As soon as the door closed, Amon noticed the frightened figure of a maid kneeling near a shattered vase, doing her best to clean it up before someone noticed.

The delicate porcelain pieces were scattered across the floor, evidence of a mishap that had just occurred.

The maid, a young blonde woman named Sophie, trembled in fear, as soon as she saw the cold gaze of the prince walking towards her.

She said in a trembling voice, "Y-your Highness, I... I accidentally knocked over the vase while I was cleaning. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to".

Sophie was a new maid in the royal castle and just started working here a few days ago, but even this short amount of time was enough to hear about the rumors sounding the prince.

Apparently he was a very cold and cruel person who punished every little mistake with utmost cruelty.

She even heard she only got into her position because the prince broke the legs of her predecessor because she accidentally stepped on his foot.

But Amon didn't care about that lousy excuse and as soon as he arrived in front of that trembling maid he raised his hand, ready to strike the shivering maid, as suddenly, unbeknownst to the maid, a surge of dark energy coursed through his veins.

At that moment, the prince's once vibrant blue eyes turned as black as the void itself.

There was no struggle or delay, and as soon as his eyes turned black, the prince was no more.

The consciousness had successfully infiltrated Amons Soul, overtaking it and erasing all signs of his old self.

From this point onwards, the old Amon was gone, and the consciousness replaced him