With red and dejected eyes, he continued to talk to the king whether he was being recognized or not did not matter to him.
"I am sorry father," he said, apologizing for the nth time. "I was not able to control my powers back then...I was driven by rumors and fueled by anger father please..."
"You're lying." the king, Qin Yifeng stated his lifeless eyes boring into the prince's. "I can see you, I watch you lash out on your subjects for the most trivial issues, mercilessly slaughter unsuspecting citizens-"
"I can't control it!" Qin Yifan lashed out, cutting the king off, the dark flame consuming him once again. "Father, I can't control it. Every time I sense fear or weakness in someone I want to bring it to an end...maybe that is the reason I did what I did, I could sense weakness dripping off you."
Like a maniac, Qin Yifan continued to spout different theorems, his eyes wide and fingers tangled in his hair tugging at its roots mercilessly. Meanwhile Qin Yifeng stood proudly next to the portal, admiring his son's ruthlessness, his also eyes held a tinge of bitterness as he remembered how Qin Yifan brought a merciless end to his reign and for that, intentional or not, he was never to forgive the young prince
The once aloof prince talked relentlessly trying to convince the king otherwise but the man kept his answer a firm stern 'No'.
"When I was still alive, you never let me be at peace and when I died, you sent me to this hell hole where all I receive is endless torture!" he stated sternly, hanging his head low in disappointment.
"Father..I..I d-didn't k-k-now what...I.." the tyrannical prince stammered, low sobs escaping from the back of his throat.
The king smiled sinisterly as he watched his son helplessly pleading for him to go back to the mortal world. He pondered on what his son had said and he knew he was not ready to die yet, not before he had taken all his enemies down but the memories of that night still haunted him.
——————SIX YEARS AGO
"Weak!" Qin Yifan slurred, disrespectfully pointing an accusing finger at his father in front of the prominent ministers who watched the scene with shock.
"Look.." he chuckled darkly, "Take a good look at our kingdom! You weak, baseless and useless King! You have ruined this great kingdom our ancestors created...pathetic old man."
"You..!" the king whispered shakily, getting up on his throne.
"Sit down your higness," Qin Yifan mocked lowly chuckling darkly, "No need to exert you little, weak body and plus I wouldn't want you to die, and blame it on me."
"How dare you speak to the king like that!" Minister Zhen shouted his eyes red with anger.
"And how dare you raise your voice at your future king!" Qin Yifan countered sinisterly, glaring at the angry minister, a killing intent seeping from him.
Letting out a shaky breath, minister Lu decided to speak up, "Exactly sire, you are going to become our future king, so why are you bent on terrorizing you path to the throne. You are the only heir apparent to the throne, so why are you.."
Minister Lu stopped talking mid sentence as a frost cloaked the room making his body shiver involuntarily, all eyes were directed at the prince as he emitted an inexplicable amount of power.
The floor started to turn to ice slowly encasing the diameter of the floor but in contrast his eyes held a blazing fire, melting the frost in the upper half of the room.
The king looked up at his son and knew that something was wrong...this was not the Qin Yifan he knew. The prince was reckless but never had he emitted such a dangerous aura paced with killing intent.
Everyone was focused on the prince, they did not notice that the king fainted on his throne due to the extreme conditions. That unconsciousness was the begining of a deep sleep, the king was never to wake up again. The first prophecy had begun: 'the king in slumber' and was the doorway to what the future held.
——————PRESENT TIME
"I-I..." Qin Yifan stuttered unable to say anything in his defense, instead he let his head hang low in shame.
The king sighed his gaze softening in the slightest. "My time is long gone, now it's your turn. At that time, your anger was justified. I should have told you that I killed her, I killed your mother with my own hands..."
Qin Yifan looked up and was met with his father's broken face, sobbing quietly. He did not dare to say anything as he knew that there was nothing he could argue about the king's latter statement.
"And the truth is, I do not regret what I did in the slightest." He continued to confess, "The euphoric feeling of snapping her neck was intoxicating, even though it was the biggest mistake of my life. I got addicted, I wanted more, I wanted that feeling back and so I did it. I killed her entire family, one by one, snapping their heads, dismembering their bodies.."
Qin Yifan's eyes grew red from anger, 'was this the man he was trying to save?' The entire pitiful facade faded what was left was the maniacal look on his face as he let out a sinister laugh, glaring at him menacingly.
"But that euphoria came and went, there were only ten people in her family!" he exclaimed bitterly, " Then I decided to wipe out her entire lineage. From there onwards the Fan family name was no longer existing in our kingdom. Unfortunately, I got sick, the gods decided to clip my wings son."
Qin Yifan's head was in turmoil, that was not the story he knew was not the same with the king. He was told that his father had to wipe out the entire lineage of his mother because it was customary. That was why he rebelled inorder to avenge her and defy the gods and their customs. He never knew his father was a blood thirsty maniac, Qin Yifan was no saint but he knew he was not this ruthlessness.
"You bloody bastard!" he scram tears streaming down his face. The king simply laughed hysterically looking down at his chains which were now loosely lying on the floor.
'The truth shall set you free indeed.' he thought as he tossed them to the side.
"Don't disappoint me Qin Yifan, you are still my son." he said before falling into the portal.