I can promise at least one chapter a week. This is my first story here on royal road, so excuse me for bluntness or the way I write. I am a robotics engineer and martial artist in real life, so I do not have a background in writing. This book may have a little(a lot) grammar mistakes. Also, this story is suppose to be my new hobby, since my gym and underground fights can no longer entertain me. From this novel, you can expect brutality, immoral, and sometimes pessimistic main character, since I am trying to fuse my personality into him. Anyway, have fun or whatever with reading it.

The sun is shining, birds are chirping, a fresh breeze blows gently into the room accompanied by the sound of children laughter. I lie in my king size bed taking all of these things in...sigh. I just woke up and I am already annoyed.

This heavy warm comforter enveloping my body,  along with this plush feathered pillow behind my tired head as I lay facing upward, trying to give myself the energy or umph to get up and go about my day. I hear a knock at my door and a voice says "Young Master, your royal father has requested you, may I come in?" Shit! I guess I have to actually get up! Damn, my old man, he better be lucky he gave the seed to my life. My mother should have just swallowed me or he could have at least pulled out and put me in the sheets. Better yet! Put a condom on and practice safe sex BASTARD! Now, I have to live this petty mundane life.

"Young Master, are you awake? I am getting ready to come in..."

A fucking maid dare tells me that she is about to inhibit my personal space and intervene my motivational mojo. Thissss Bi...excuse me , remember what teacher said, "I am here now in this forsaken world, so I have to accomodate myself to it." Sigh, teacher shares my personality; speaking of that how did that old fogey live to be ninety-four years old and have the facade of a thirty year old body with that personality, it must be because of his cultivation of qi.

CREEK...

"Bi...Vanessa, did I give you permission to come in my room?!"

"I apologize young master! I thought you were asleep, young master did not say anything! I am sorry!!!" In my mind, I am thinking about how pathetic she sounds with that sincere look she has on her young face.

"Stop, with the theatrics you are making it more unbearable, you are forgiven. Go tell my old man's advisor I will accompany him and the rest of the family when I am good and ready." She leaves, but I thought for sure I heard say,"Spoiled brat laying down on the covers while he gives me orders! If the situation was reversed, if I did not have this social status...hmph hmph!" Damn, she talks fast, she mumbled that in like six seconds.

Wait a second she said I was laying down, I am not...oh shit I am

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I fold the comforter down and sit up. I stretch while I am thinking about what servant should I kill to rest my tired nerves. I hear a buzzing sound, while something lands on the bridge of my nose. I look down and I see a blowfly rubbing its legs together like it has a money deal. It must have flown in through the window...wait a second, I never opened my window. That explains all of that annoying shit I heard and felt earlier. Who opened my window...hmmm, it was not Vanessa. We grew up together and she should know my bearing by now. Well, at least I know who I am going to kill today. I get out of my oh so comfortable bed, and put on an athletic fit tee, compression shorts, workout shorts, stance socks, and some nike athletic shoes. I pick up my iPhone 6 and plug my earphones into it while I play Young Thug song "No Fucks" to give me my motivation and set my mood. I also grab my fake hover board that everyone has been tweeting about lately because I am to lazy to walk.

I ride out my room and see the servants are looking at me as I ride out on my hover board and then they turn around abruptly to fake like they are doing a task. (Something tells me that those peasants are talking about me) I turn off my music and put some qi into my ears as I overhear them speaking to each other about me. Maid 1: "What do you think he was doing?" Butler 1:"He is a young man, so I imagine he was stretching his loins..." Maid 1:"What does that mean?" Butler 1: "Basically....beating his meat" Maid 1&2"Ewww" Butler 1:"It is a natural occurrence and phenomenon in men. We need to satisfy our needs....since we have such a big sex drive." I cut off my hearing.

That peasant comparing me" royalty" to him. The nerve! I stop and turn around. Astarot! Control yourself, I say in my mind. I ride the hover board over to the peasants...I meant servants (is there really a difference), they are too absorbed in their conversation to notice my presence.

Butler 1:"You know why don't we have a threesome later on in our quarters...."

Me:"Em Ehm" .

They turn around and stare at me blankly.

"I could not help but overhear your conversation since I was being nosy and decided to listen in. I wanted you all to know you can not compare royalty to your Neanderthal ways of thinking. I was simply to lazy to get up this morning, not that it is any of your business;"

I hear several gulps as I am talking,"however, you all brought up a wonderful point about sexual tension and I wondered if you could enlighten me." I say with a nonchalant face.

Butler 1:" What do you mean by that, young master?!"(his voice is so shaky)

Me:"Drop your pants, pull out your dick , and jerk off on the maids or fuck them. You all were going to have a threesome later anyway."

All three:Gasp "Young Master! Please no!" Me: "You all are not moving fast enough"

They look at each other reluctantly, but they actually start doing it. Peasants, no dignity...on the other hand, I did order them. But, these maid bodies look like they are in the fifties with all those splotches and sagging breast going everywhere. My gaze falls on the young butler and makes it way down to his a little bit over four inch cock. No wonder, he was trying to bang these antique peasants, he is not even average size.

Me:"Aye, butler. How tall are you?"

Butler 1: while he is grunting says,"6'2, young master"

Damn! He is that tall with that hat pathetic cock! I actually feel a nonexistent emotion creeping up on me, "pity". Should I pull out my cock and show him the royal loins or not. Hmm...I am too lazy, but this spectacle is actually entertaining. All of this huffing, puffing, moaning, and clawing. I should film this shit and put it on the gram (tag this shit peasants), in fact I am going to do just that. As soon as I take my phone out of my pocket, it starts vibrating. Who is calling to annoy me?

Ooh...it is my old man. Should I answer to hear him nag me about being in the conference hall....naaah.

I push end call. Let me go ahead and put these peasants on the gram.

Vibrate

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Damn, the old man texted me. I should read it and text back so he will not get in his feelings.

It reads: Brat, call me and I know you are reading this. Ugh! I just wanted to not wake up this morning.

"Hey Siri, call father" Siri:"I am not sure what you said"

Damn, I forgot about the background noise. They are actually still going at it...wait no, his cock is limp. What, it has only been about seven minutes. No stamina I see. He is using his fingers to deliver patronage to one vagina and knee to massage the other, while he is using his free hand to forcefully awaken his member that is in a really deep slumber.

I guess, I should go ahead and ride towards to the conference room. As I am riding , I notice the hallway does not have that many servants in them....they must all be at that gathering in the conference room.

Vibrate.

I look at my phone...ugh, it is my old man. It reads: You forgot to call me, didn't you.

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Well, I knew I forgot something. See, how annoying life is, it always sends you reminders via this time father.

Hey Siri, call father.

Ring

ring

ring....Old man it took you long enough. Old man:"I was doing proper etiquette by answering after the three rings....so I know you overslept this morning, but could you hurry to this meeting for I can tell all of my subjects who I am going to nominate for crown prince.

Me:"Why should I? Not like I care. As long as I can submit to death, I am fine."

Old man:"I guess I will have to speak to your sensei about his teachings...anyway, I think you will be surprise on who I will choose as my successor. Anyway hurry up brat!"

Click.

My old man actually had the audacity to hang up on me. I should give him some ovation for his gall and balls. For some reason I feel like throwing out a barrage of profanity right now, but my teacher (I call him teacher, whereas my father calls him sensei. This is not the freaking Edo era.) voice in my head keeps me from using the profane language that I sooooo love.

But seriously, why is this estate so big! I feel like I have been riding the hover board forever.

Oh, I just rode past the door. Let me go back, sigh.

Eh...this is actually a lot of people. Ooh there is Donald Trump and president Hilary, I should make that hag suck my peewee to show her some Royal treatment, since she is embellishing the United States money to give to us.

I walk over to feel her ass...that is weird...it is actually is quite firm...whatever. She turns around and casts her gaze downward to me and beams. (I slick forgot she was 5ft 5...damn.)

Pres.Hilary: chuckles"Young prince, do you see something you like. I think this lady will be too much for you"

I almost blurted out: do I look like your husband to accept every ass and pussy that is thrown my way. Luckily, I stopped myself from ruining my Royal image and told her to lead me to my seat. I feel a gaze on me and I turn to it to meet my father's gaze. He smiles at me, what a typical taboo pedophile. I take my seat with Pres.Hilary standing next to me. I see my maid Vanessa standing to the left of me, so I tell her to get Madam President a chair. Pres.Hilary sits down while pulling my cheeks telling me that I am growing to fast.(knowing the fact that, I am twenty-one) I guess I would seem young and growing to her

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Anyway, I wake up from my wandering thoughts to notice my father has stopped his speech and everyone is looking at me.(my father included) Old man:"Ehem...I repeat Astarot Imperial Darkri, do you accept the crown."

I forget the thousands of people by me and say," Old man what are you pulling, you told me that you were nominating one of your brat spawns for the crown! You did not say anything to me about coronation and responsibilities! Plus, me of all things! I do not have the slightest lingering thoughts for that forsaken position. Nooooo! I, refuse!"

I hear gasps and murmurs from the crowd...damn, I forgot where I was again.

Sigh. Old Man:"I apologize for the late notice, but I knew that you would escape to run lot somewhere if I told you before hand. Brat, you have Ashura's meridians and can use over 60% of your brain, bloodlust, a true kings bearing, and you also posses the highest pure blood in the history of our family. So, even if you say no...you will eventually grow into the position or get used to being King anyway...

Astarot. I truly offer my apologies."

Me: "Fine!

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I turn to the servants and ask them: Which of you came into my room while I was asleep last night and opened my window? Do not all speak at once."

Vanessa:"Sire it was your second eldest sister...she thought you needed some fresh air."

I cast my gaze towards my second eldest sister while I hear murmurs from the guest about what I am going to do to her.

Me:"Did I not tell you to keep your filthy being out of my abode before. Do you want to die. Do you take my leniency of your past action as me giving your filthy being permission to do it. Do not dare try to answer or intervene while I am ranting...for any that do, death is the only penalty awaiting you. Come over here and give me a reason why I should not cleanse this world of your presence."

My second sister comes over and laughs nervously while putting her hand on my shoulder to say,"Brother stop, overreacting, I just opened window since I thought your room was stuffy. Anyway I am your family, you would not hurt your on flesh and blood would you now. Now, let us go ahead with the coronation."

Me: "Vanessa."

SLICE!

Blood spurts from her dismembered arm as her hand is lying on the floor slowly growing paler. The peas..guests all gasp.

Me:"Did I give you permission to touch me. Vanessa uses a dessert eagle to blow her feet off." Oh, look she is on her knees....ooh she is fading out

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What! No! I want her to enjoy this; well at least let me enjoy it. Me:"Vanessa smelling salts. Ooh la la wakey wakey!" I cast my gaze at my father to see stifling a laugh and cast my gaze at Pres.Hilary. She has a predatory grin on her face as I ask for her to discipline my sister since I am too lazy to do it. She nods to me while I nod to my father to proceed with the coronation

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He proceeds while Pres.Hilary keeps her hand on my thigh for some reason. She better...oh, I guess I should explain Pres.Hilary and my family. I will start and I will try to be as concise as possible.

She is my pedophile nanny or was my nanny. The United States world power is the maytr for my family or Royal messenger. In the sixteenth century, some old men got together and decided that they should gather up all the royal bloods from around the word and let them govern societies fabric by stitching it in the shadows(do not mention the bloody queen of England to me, there blood has been too diluted to even be considered)...anyway I am a mutt or mixed breed and so is the rest of my family; however, we are as Royal as they come.

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While I am in my thoughts, my father beckons me to receive the Royal twin swords. I ride over and gaze at them...they are beautiful. Too bad, they are just for show and tell and will not get any action. I stretch my hands to grab the beauties, but I make a mistake and cut myself. My blood falls on the swords and do not call me insane(I slick do not care), but I swear those swords absorbed my blood.

The roof shatters and rainbow spectrum of lightning falls on the twin swords. I hear this mind wrecking humming and frantic screams and cries from everywhere.

What the fuck!!! The swords are being lifted into the air and the sharp pointy ends are faced towards me.

Shit! It is coming towards me! Did it just go through my heart and what am I bitching about, I can finally embrace the beckoning of death.

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I close my eyes to embrace death as it envelops me. The darkness drowns me...it is so peaceful...wait is that a light.

I open my eyes to gaze at a wall with pink and white contrast and cast my gaze around the room, this room seems so big.

I hear a giggle accompanied by a voice that says,"I decided to reinccarnate you!"

Me:" THIS BITCH!!!!"