A young boy, no more than five years of age, sat in a massive library with books lining every shelf; this was the private library of the Dei Sidus family. It was a place that only those of the royal family itself or the royal mages had the privilege to access.

This boy was Sirius Dei Sidus, the 'Demon Prince', and was a mute with some peculiar deformities. Or at least, that's what everybody thought.

Every true immortal possessed several unique and distinct traits that would be inherited by their vessels, whether they liked it or not. For Miragus, it was his eyes and teeth, which have earned him many names, both good and bad.

Miragus - or Sirius, as he was now called, - was now finally free from from the supervision of his current parents, and thus, able to whatever he liked. Due to the seal, he lacked the power to go against them.

He was believed to be mute, so they had to 'teach' him how to read and write from a very young age. Though in reality, it was just Miragus being forced to do things he already knew how to do.

The reason for his lack of speech was because he wished to stay low. A mute and disabled child is the last thing the rebels would suspect him to be, and the rebels would definitely try to find subdue him.

Five years. Five years had passed since his reincarnation, during which Miragus had tried everything he possibly could to break the seal before the time limit. He was almost certain that Nexal and Malum were plotting something. The ten year seal was merely there to buy time in order for them to prepare.

Miragus had no intention of idling and waiting like a sitting duck while the rebels prepared. He needed to know where he was now in order to find his way back to Caelum, the kingdom which he ruled.

After hours of thorough searching, he had finally managed to get his hands on a world map. As far as he could remember, there were three continents divided by the sea. Since the people here spoke the same language that was spoken in Arafis, the northern continent, it would mean he was very close to Caelum.

He had learned that he was currently in the kingdom called Lux. He had assumed that it was an insignificant kingdom because he had never heard of it before, but much to his surprise, it encompassed at least one third of the continent it was on. Which leads to the next problem; there were not three continents, but five. Each one was vastly different from any of the continents he knew.

It was then that the words of Nexal struck him: 'Your soul may be immortal. However, no longer shall it defile this world with it's presence.'

'No...' Miragus stared down the map with disbelief, as if he were expecting it to shift and change to the world he knew. "No... This is preposterous!" A deep, intimidating voice rang through the library as the anger which was released from his soul affected his vessel.

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Fortunately, there was no one else in the library, and it's walls were thick enough to render his voice nigh silent to those outside. Calming down a little, Miragus attempted to calmly assess his situation in order to handle this dilemma.

'Only dimensional magic is capable of such feats and even then, sending an immortal to another realm is only possible for the most powerful of mages.'

As he ran over the possibilities and hypothesised in his head, he remembered the dagger Malum had used to kill his former vessel. A dagger as black as the night, engraved with runes; the mysterious purple light it emitted upon striking his heart. It was one of the legendary artifacts crafted by the ancients. Beings that possessed great magical power who were exterminated by 'lesser' immortals (those who merely had immortal bodies) who were, in turn, also exterminated after having served their purpose.

The pieces of the puzzle finally fit together. The lack of mages aside from the five 'Royal Mages', why such weak and inept mages were treated like elites, the lack of any mention of the King of Mages.

However, all was not lost. There was a whole new world out there for him to explore, five whole continents in fact, and plenty of new things to learn. Even if he felt anger from being unable to return to his world, he had the opportunity to gain the knowledge and powers of another world. A Mage valued knowledge and power above all else.

'I only have one regret...' Miragus thought as he read the map and it's contents with further detail. 'It is that I can no longer use my favourite poison on those rebels: the Eternal's Torment. They would be screaming, begging for me to end their worthless lives, while their minds bent and broke from the indescribable pain that would continue till they died of old age.'

He showed no mercy to his enemies, nor did he ever forgive them. Quick to punish, never to spare. Such were the ways of the King of Mages.[/font][/size][/color]

Thus, having learned that he had been sent to another world, he set off with a new goal in mind.

"I shall bring a storm like no other to this world. Poison rain shall fall from the skies, and darkness shall spread it's wings across the skies, blotting out the sun. Like a raging tempest, I shall lay waste to these lands. I shall become the scourge of this realm, but also it's sovereign."