{Wrath's POV}
I don't think this kid knows what happened to me in the past, the horrors I've faced, but it still hurts, and I still remember all of it like it was yesterday.
As a child, I wasn't exactly what you would call strong, and being born in a family of strong magic users and warriors, I was bound to be shunned by my family. My parents were ashamed to even call me their son. It stretched to the point that apart from the servants and my closest relatives, no one knew or acknowledged my existence. But I never cared. I spent most of my childhood in the family library, reading on different topics, familiars, humans, and then I stumbled onto something that changed my life to what I am today. I stumbled onto different training techniques.
For a year, I trained my body to the limit, tiring myself to the point of sleeping as soon as I touched the bed. I exhausted my magic reserves every day, even if my reserves were smaller than a puddle. As they year ended, I began witnessing the fruits of my labour. My body was toned beyond recognition. My magic reserves, which were comparable to a puddle, were now bigger than a lake. Apart from the servants that served me food everyday, no one recognized me. I had changed from that bag of skin and bones to a well-built bag of muscles and magic.
The only time I ever met my parents and my siblings was during a yearly meeting, where they hid me and only brought me because they were forced to. When I entered the room, no one looked at me, it was as if I wasn't even there. Thinking it was probably just because I had changed so much, no one recognized me. Every member of the family had a seat that was reserved to them. I had a seat reserved as well, just that it was at the far end of the room, where no one would be able to see me unless they specifically look for me.
There, my eyes met my mother's, the same dark-brown eyes that I inherited. Then my gaze met with my father's, his hair as green and wavy as the last time I saw him, but to my surprise, both of them looked at me with cold, desolate eyes, and turned their heads to face their star, the heir, the one that did not inherit any of their features, yet he got all the attention. "Welcome everyone! We're gathered here to inform that Asmodeus has finally reached to a Noble-level status, and has gained a spot in Lord Lucifer's personal court!" Father exclaimed, his face flushed with pride, a side of him I've never seen when he saw me.
Asmodeus stood up, showing off his typical white suit, his bright red eyes shining brighter than any shade of red. "Thank you, it really is an honor to be a part of this family, and to you, mother and father, I am grateful for giving birth to me and nurturing my talent all these years," Asmodeus thanked, giving his signature fake smile. All of him, all of it is just fake, all just an illusion. He isn't better than me, NO ONE IS! That's when everyone in the room felt an immense pressure pressing down on them, forcing them to submit. Even Asmodeus was affected by this, causing me to smile.
Then through the ceiling, a orange transparent mist appeared. The mist surrounded my entire body and whispered into my ear, "Join me, and let us get stronger together!" I immediately nodded in acceptance. Whoosh! The mist began forcing itself through every pore in my body, causing me to bleed all over. My body was currently experiencing more pain than breaking every bone and melting every muscle. Though the pain lasted only 2-3 seconds, for me, it felt like an eternity of torture. I struggled to get up, but it felt like I was in a whole new body. I had to learn how to walk all over again in those few seconds.
The pressure in the room decreased, then disappeared, allowing everyone to stand up once again. Everyone turned and looked at me, with envy and fear, with anger and repultion. All of them ignored me and continued praising Asmodeus as if nothing happened.
I'll get stronger...
I swear...