In one of the many hidden realms of the immortal realms lies an enormous crystal palace, lit aglow by artificial suns and the occasional glow of a gemstone mounted on the wall.
In one of the many thousands of rooms of the colossal sized shining palace, was a red-headed 16-year old, who stood looking at himself in a mirror wearing an extravagant red and black robe.
which only accentuated the devilishly handsome features of his face that would make men and women both mortals, immortals and celestial beings alike swoon at his proverbial feet.
Unfortunately, He was destined to never enjoy such luxuries of adoration, as from the day he was born he was treated as an outcast by his family.
he was the fourth son of "death" dearil but unlike his brothers and sisters who were born with unique bloodline powers, all he had gained from his birth was his transcendent looks and thirst for knowledge to try and bride the gap he wasn't born with. he remained as mundane as any other mortal from any lower realm.
After all you could find beautiful people from the very poorest farm girl struggling for food, to the highest born empress.
While special powers derived from their ancestral blood was what the other direct descendants should be born with, daeril though was born with no such power. Subsequently he was treated as the black sheep of the family, having been the only direct descendant of the main family unable to display his family's powers.
As you could imagine, life was not good for dearil aside from his half elder sister the second-born Tanda. Born to a different mother who, currently resides at her ancestral home after giving birth to "deaths" child.
Tanda being the only one in his life who he could call true family, as she was the only one who treated him as a normal sibling.
Alas the same could not be said for his two older brothers who were not so forgiving for bringing shame to their family name, whether it be treating him like thin air or putting him down at every turn they had.
even his "father" would only glance at him in a displeased manner at him being born "normal", because for beings such as "death" to sire a seemingly mundane son was shameful and a mar on his pride.
however even the most mundane will eventually find changes in the seasons, today daeril's presence was demanded in the main hall at the central palace to speak to his father.
Arriving at the doors to the main hall the two members of the family protectorates, opened the Herculean-sized; onyx crystal coloured doors to allow him entry. upon his entering, dearil's attention was drawn to the ostentatious dark velvet adornments; glittering the pillars in the mammoth sized hall.
Aged tapestry's depicting the family's history through the ages, covered the sides of the hall from wall to wall.
his brothers and sister standing tall on either side of the velvet coloured runner, leading from the door all the way to the bottom of the steps before where the elevated throne was displayed.
his father seated upon the throne shrouded in a somewhat deep black fog, the only tell tale signs this was his "father" was the fact he dared to sit upon the throne.
For dearil knew no one else would dare to be so presumptuous as to take liberties in his fathers territory, The reason being? he knew exactly what realm his "father" stood at.
or at-least he knew the realm his father last showed, when he made a move upon the other powers during which he cemented his rule as the strongest immortal.
Peak stage Immortal Sovereign!
The highest peak of power before the divine realm. At his pale bony fingertips he wielded enough power to tear space and planets asunder with just his raw power.
[1]. (AN)
"father you called" daeril asked
In a truly cold gravely voice, his father replied not wasting words- "You are now 16 years of age dearil it's time for you to leave and find your path"
Normally in his family the coming of age which in the cultivation world was 16, you would be required to leave. This was in order for the children to make a name for themselves, also to expand their horizons and in order to bring even more fame to their family name.
their family was known for 'death' in all forms whether it be carving a path of direct slaughter, which was the path his older brothers chose, or the path his sister chose which was necromancy or control of the dead through life.
However, the thing to remember is that when they left to spread the family name, they were standing head and shoulders above other heavenly geniuses from all the different sects in the immortal realm.
The only ones able to bare their likeness in strength are the rival top tier direct family descendants.
Alas Let alone daerils paltry strength that didn't even compare to middling level mortals, how could he possibly compete with his siblings?
not to mention the fact they had the family's powerful protectorates shadowing them when they went out, to make sure the family's interests were protected.
The reason for this being obvious, rival dynasty's would use every opportunity they could to snuff out their future opponents before they were fully grown.
the difference between dearil and his siblings was that which was between heaven and earth, he a mere mortal that can't cultivate vs his siblings that cause fear and anxiety even among the hegemons of the immortal realm.
That's why himself being called here was of much consequence.
Daeril was certain he was not being given the opportunity to spread the family name, it was clear his father would use the family tradition to clear house.
"Death" wanted the black sheep of the family gone!
elder sister Tandas face dropped, alarmed and so quickly uttered "father! Please, he is only mortal its too dangerous to let him leave the Palace"
Still shrouded in a thick fog. "death" replied succinctly "He needs to find his path".
Dearil's mind began turning. 'As expected they try to remove me at the first opportunity that they can get, I can't say I'm surprised I've been expecting something like this for some time now'.
'I just didn't think he would be so shameless and patronising as to say I need to find my path, when expelling me to the mortal realm as a cripple is basically an execution for me in my current state'.
Already Knowing he can say or do nothing to change his father and the patriarch of the family of "achlys" mind, he acquiesced for he had no other choice but to do so, he just wanted to leave.
not wanting to say more words to say towards his executioner he asks. "As you command father, is that all?"
it's always been this way for the father-son pair as they never said more than a few words on their few and far between meetings.
"Death" looking pleased for once as the mist around his emaciated body hastened its spin slightly, to finally be rid of the son who he has always seen as a maar on his family name.
in a world where strength dictates who's right and wrong, the consequences of being weak can be imagined.
"Then go back to your room and collect your things you will be leaving for the mortal realm by tonight"
[1]. AN (If your wondering how the mc knows about the divine realm, he has access to the family library.
Which contains ancient writs of divine ascenders.
However it's a secret the top powers have kept to themselves, after all how can you reach higher if you don't even think it exists?
Seriously if people don't even know it exists they don't even try. Human psychology is weird.
That's as much as you get bc any more is spoilers. XD)