Hierarchy seems to be the natural system of life. In the wild there are certain creatures who stand above the others. Such is the same for the sentient creatures who claim to be of a higher intelligence. The ones who stand proudly on two feet and created civilization and continuously advance themselves for the supposed betterment of each other. Human kind. Argued as the worst kinds of people among the Seven. While they stand above most in technological advancement humans have no semblance of self respect. Take for example one of the most prosperous cities in all the lands, Yoakron City. Praised for their amassed riches and being one of the greatest places to live. Well at least on the outside. Behind the literal golden walls and below the higher ring where the palace sits high above the rest there is a certain section of the glorious city no one ever speaks of when mentioning the grand land. The Ulsoore district. A place even the rats detest living in. Filled with buildings that can barely support themselves and endless dirt roads filled with an endless amount of homeless citizens. Most of them were halfway dead already because of the poor health conditions they are surrounded by. There was no clean air due to the factory pollution and lack of nature due to runoff from the same factories. Its truly a miracle anyone here is actually still alive. That statement reigns true especially to a young man who's life is probably worst than most others. The man has had a terminal illness that could have been treated and cured when he was around one years old but because of his father's financial status couldn't receive any treatment. So it grew worse with his age and now physical activity is incredibly difficult. Extreme activity such as running has severe side effects. Due to most of his body's natural functions left to work overtime keeping him alive the man is malnourished and overall looks like any day he could kick the bucket. Speaking of our sad soul he's currently going through his daily activity of...being beaten mercilessly. See along with being poorer than the dirt he sat on and sicker than the old man with shriveling lungs this man was in a large amount of debt. Millions of Yerons in debt because of his great great grandfather. The old man Terian Ainzowl stole a irreplaceable jewel and when he was caught threw dropped it in a river where it was never found again. So their family was going to be held responsible until the jewel was replaced or paid for. Seeing as that was never going to happen in a million years the Ainzowl bloodline was sentenced to pay in blood for their crimes. That is where we will find our poor soul Valior Ainzowl in the present day.
"And that..is for..your worthless..piece of trash..family's existence. Whew. Alright boys lets go. Don't want too much of that piss stain blood to get on our boots. He already barely has anything left in him." A man bearing the Kiel family crest would say aloud. He was breathing heavily as he just finished pummeling Valior. The man's blood stained the dirt and the boots the Kiel family member was wearing. Before walking away from the beaten Valior the prestigious man and his entourage would spit on Valior as they passed him. Laughing at this gutter trash of a man as they fled the insufferable environment.
Valior laid in a pile of red stained dirt. His body even weaker than usual. His breathing shaky and each breathe even more desperate for the rotten air around him than the last. He had accidentally inhaled some dirt and began coughing and wheezing straining his weak lungs even more. More blood ended up flying out his mouth creating large blotches in the dirt. To the best of his ability Valior tried to pick himself up off the ground. With every slight movement he yelled out in pain until he finally was barely standing on his feet. Leant against the wall of his shaken down shack Valior slowly entered the doorless area. He crept himself over to a glass surface that was missing a few pieces and nearly shattered. A perfect reflection of who he was as a being. A broken man. Barely held together and missing some key pieces. Valior looked himself in the eye. They were hazel brown like his father's. His hair lost its color when he was younger much like his skin. Pale white like a set they were. His body was shaking as it grew weaker from standing for too long. Eventually he collasped onto the floor due to his body no longer being able to support itself. Those brown eyes stared at the ceiling shaking steadily as they began to water and tears run down his pale face. All he could do everyday was cry. He had no power in any tense of the word nor does he even have the strength to keep himself alive much longer. Everyday he could feel himself slipping closer to death's door. What else is there for him to do anyways. He's basically a useless man with no purpose but being beaten by those above him. What better way to have just a semblance of control than dying before they could kill him. Though before he could produce another thought a knock was heard and before he knew it a familiar face was hovering above his.
"You look worse than usual Valior. Those guys really did you in this time." A shakey yet young sounding voice would say. The voice belong to a young woman only a year or two younger than Valior. She took care of him the best she could and tried to keep him alive in both spirit and body. Azelia Winx. She was so different. Unlike anyone else in this truly horrible area she was never affected by the illness or the lack of air. The Ulsoore Miracle they called her.
"H-hey Az." Valior muttered.
"You sound worse too. Those damn Kiel punka-"
"Don't Az. Its..its okay. N-Nothin we can do." Valior said cutting her off. He could barely get a word or two out without coughing. Though he began coughing erratically and it seemed to not be stopping. Blood was being spit up and splattered everywhere and his body was jumping around. Azelia tried to do the best she could to keep his body steady but the blood was coming and eventually it was too much so he started choking. While Azelia sat there horrified by what she saw and bawling her eyes out Valior was smiling as he choked on his own blood. Soon enough that smile was stuck to his face as he laid there in his death.