Michael had a cold expression on his face but his eyes is exposing his facade. Those pair of pastel golden eyes were filled with sadness and misery. Eyes that were inherited genetics.
Irene groaned. Even with the tight black chains that were holding her still, she held Michael's wrist that with her touch, made him flinched from the icy cold temperature.
SNAP, all heads turned to where the sound came from. Michael immediately took the dagger out of Irene's chest. Although he didn't want to be rough, he has to show his ruthlessness even if it means to allow someone's misery to continue.
'Truly the son of Helios, and one whom inherited the direct bloodline.' An elder god of the Council thought to himself.
Suddenly, for Irene, the surroundings is slowly enveloped with black and heard the cries of a child. Struck by her curiosity, she looked for the crying child.
One, two, three, four.....twenty-eight, twenty, nine, thirty. Thirty steps from where she was, she found a beautiful baby covered in glowing white cloth.
Clenched small fists, a small yet big mouth and teary eyes. He looks so perfect like an innocent angel.
"Irene.....Irene..Irene" she began to hear shallow whispers. Confused, she looked around but didn't found any other figure.
When she returned her gaze to where the baby was, he disappeared. Suddenly Irene felt her heart clenching and started to have an uneasy feeling.
Trying to catch her breath to prevent suffocating. She woke up hurriedly and sat on the plain white bed while clenching her chest as if her heart was not beating properly.
After a short while, she felt the urge to cough. COUGH, COUGH.
After the short cough, Irene placed her right hand on her gaze. She saw blood, mixed with a black fluid. Her eyes widened from the recognization that the harmless looking fluid is the Corrupt Essence.
"That baby, whose is it?" She went to a daze.
Uncontrollable tears flown down on her cheeks to her chin. "Why am I crying?" she asked herself.
"It-Its not like that baby is mine or my relative," she wiped her tears.
Yet as time goes by, while waiting for her banishment. Irene began to think of that baby in her nightmare.
— THE UNDERWORLD
"You damn brat! How dare you touch my woman!" the humble-looking demon yelled while kicking his head.
"Don, he didn't touch me." The woman tried to avert his attention from the beaten boy.
"Tsk. Next time, watch where you go, huh." The demon pushed his index finger on his head, seemingly poking him.
The humble-looking demon and his woman left the boy in the dark alley. He tapped his hand on the floor, looking for his bread.
As he finally sat up from laying down helplessly. He started to take bites from the stale bread that he got from an old man who work on his stall.
"I should thank the old man for giving me food even when he's in poverty" the boy said while chewing.
"But how should I help him?" he added.
"By working for me," a husky voice from the entrance way of the dark alley, "Work for me as a demon knight."
A tall and elegantly dressed man, whose wearing transparent glasses. His mouth twitched into a huge, sinister smile.
"Who-who are you?!" the boy pointed at him while retreating backwards.
"Milord, its time for you to return to the palace. His Majesty has waited for this time to come," he told him with that sinister smile.
"Milord? His Majesty?" the boy said with a confusing tone.
Suddenly a red, opaque barrier covered the alley. The mysterious man then said, "You are the son of my liege, The King of the Underworld and the @#&%!@#&%!."