Lucius, known as Ziyad, was Lucky's biological brother, and their bond was unbreakable. The love they shared was profound and unwavering, a connection so deep that they would go to any lengths for one another. Their affection was evident to everyone in the Realm of Blue Moon, a shining example of sibling love and loyalty.
The bond between Lucius and Lucky was the cornerstone of their lives. They were inseparable, finding joy and comfort in each other's presence. Their parents cherished this remarkable connection, grateful for the harmony and unity it brought to their family. The brothers' devotion to each other was a source of pride and happiness, a testament to the strength of familial love.
However, this idyllic bond was shattered by a tragic event that changed everything. The love and unity that once defined their relationship were tested in unimaginable ways, casting a shadow over their once-happy lives. The tragedy that befell them left an indelible mark, altering the course of their relationship and plunging their world into turmoil.
Ziyad was a loving and caring individual, known for his kindness towards everyone around him. However, he was also infamous for his hot-tempered nature. His anger flared easily, leading him to act impulsively and sometimes do things he later regretted.
This volatile temper made Ziyad particularly vulnerable to the malevolent spirits that roamed the area. Unbeknownst to his family, Ziyad was possessed by one of these spirits when he was fifteen years old. The possession went unnoticed, and over time, it exacerbated his condition. The sinister spirit constantly whispered in his ear, urging him to act against his better judgment.
One day, when Ziyad was seventeen, an argument erupted between him and his parents in their room. They had cautioned him against playing rough, worried about his safety and the safety of others. However, Ziyad, influenced by the spirit's relentless whisperings, refused to listen. His parents' concern only seemed to fuel his frustration, and the argument intensified.
In the heat of the argument, the malevolent spirit within Ziyad stirred, seizing the opportunity to exert its control. Its dark whispers grew more insistent, urging Ziyad to act out in a fit of rage. The spirit directed his gaze to a corner of the room where his father kept a collection of swords.
Overwhelmed by the spirit's influence, Ziyad's eyes fixated on one of the swords. Almost in a trance, he moved towards the weapon, his movements guided by an unseen force. He picked up the sword, feeling its weight in his hands as the spirit's sinister whispers filled his mind.
Turning to face his parents, Ziyad raised the sword and pointed it at them, his expression a mix of anger and confusion. His parents, shocked and horrified, struggled to comprehend the sudden and dangerous turn of events. The room, once filled with heated words, fell into a tense silence as they faced their son, now wielding a weapon with a look of grim determination.
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"Lilah, Lucius' mother, took a cautious step forward, her voice calm and soothing despite the fear in her eyes. 'Lucius darling, why don't you put down the sword?' she urged gently, trying to reach through to her son.
'No, Mom, I won't,' Lucius replied, his voice firm and resolute. The spirit's influence was evident in his defiance.
Lilah took another step closer, her hands outstretched in a gesture of peace. 'Calm down, baby. We're just telling you not to play rough because we want you to be safe,' she explained, her tone full of maternal concern.
She knew that confronting Lucius directly or trying to forcibly take the sword from him could provoke a dangerous reaction. The sword he had picked up was no ordinary weapon; it was a powerful artifact his father had intended to return to its safe house. When Ziyad had entered the room, his father had temporarily placed the sword among the others, intending to deal with it after their conversation.
Lucius' father stood nearby, tense and ready to act if necessary, but he understood the delicacy of the situation. The power of the sword, combined with the dark influence over Lucius, made any sudden movements potentially catastrophic. The room was filled with a palpable tension, as Lilah continued her slow, measured approach, hoping to defuse the situation and reach the son she loved so dearly."
Lucius, under the spirit's sinister influence, suddenly swung the sword at his mother. Lilah instinctively moved back, her heart pounding with fear. She knew the sword could cause devastating harm if it even grazed the skin, and a stab to the heart would mean instant death.
"Come on, Lucius, stab them, and you'll be free from all this scolding," the spirit whispered insidiously, its dark power pushing Ziyad forward. His parents, seeing the malevolent force driving their son, retreated further, their eyes filled with a mix of fear and sorrow.
As the spirit's command echoed in his mind, a wave of realization and horror washed over Lucius. The thought of harming his parents was unbearable, and he fought desperately against the spirit's control. His hands trembled as he gripped the sword, trying to summon the strength to resist the dark force within him.
"No, I won't do it," Lucius muttered through gritted teeth, his inner struggle fierce. He could feel the spirit's influence battling for dominance, but his love for his parents fueled his resistance.
"Mom, Dad! Please, get out of here. This thing wants me to kill you," Lucius pleaded, his voice trembling with fear and desperation. His parents exchanged confused glances, unable to comprehend the gravity of the situation.
"Baby, what are you saying? What thing?" they asked, their concern growing as they attempted to approach him.
"Don't come close, go! Go away, please. It will kill you. Go away!" Lucius cried out, tears streaming down his face as he struggled to maintain control over his actions.
His parents hesitated, torn between their instinct to protect their son and the urgency of his warning. The fear in Lucius' eyes was unmistakable, and they knew they had to take his words seriously. Reluctantly, they began to back away, their hearts heavy with anguish.
"Leave me alone! Go away from my body!" Lucius yelled, his voice rising with desperation as he tried to wrench the sword from his grip. But the spirit's hold remained unyielding, its dark influence keeping him firmly in its grasp.
In his desperate struggle to free himself from the spirit's control, Lucius' mind and soul became vulnerable once more. This vulnerability allowed another malevolent spirit, sharing the same dark motives, to enter him. Overwhelmed by the combined influence of both spirits, Lucius was driven to a horrifying act he never intended nor desired to commit.
With a swift, uncontrollable motion, he stabbed his parents, their shocked expressions forever etched in his memory. As they fell to the ground, lifeless, the reality of his actions hit him like a tidal wave. He stood there, paralyzed by horror, clutching the bloodied sword.
At that moment, Lucky burst into the room and was met with a sight that would haunt him forever. His parents lay dead on the floor, and Ziyad stood over them, the sword dripping with their blood.
Lucky's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Tears streamed down his face as he processed the devastating reality before him. He rushed to his parents' lifeless bodies, collapsing beside them with a heart-wrenching cry.
"Mom! Dad!" Lucky sobbed, his voice filled with anguish. He looked up at Ziyad, his brother, who now seemed like a stranger to him.
"Lu... Lucius, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?!! YOU KILLED OUR PARENTS! YOU KILLED THEM!" Lucky screamed, his voice breaking as he clutched his mother's corpse close to him, his tears mingling with the blood on the floor.
"No, no, no!! I didn't kill them, I didn't, it wasn't me," Lucius protested, his voice filled with desperation and horror. He dropped the sword, his hands shaking uncontrollably as he stepped back.
"I saw you, Lucius, I saw you! You stabbed them with your own hands! Why, Lucius? Why?" Lucky cried out, his voice cracking under the weight of his grief. "They were just trying to talk to you, to stop your rough playing, but your anger got the better of you. You've killed them now..." His sobs grew louder, his body wracked with sorrow.
Lucius fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face as the full realization of his actions hit him. "I... I didn't mean to. It wasn't me, Lucky, it was the spirits. They made me do it," he pleaded, his voice barely a whisper.
But Lucky could only see the blood and the bodies of their parents, the heartbreaking scene seared into his memory.
Leander and several key members of the Blue Moon rushed to the scene as soon as they heard the devastating news. Apart from Leander, everyone viewed Ziyad as nothing but a killer. From that moment, the relationship between Ziyad, Lucky, and the Blue Moon was irrevocably damaged.
The killing of Lucky and Ziyad's parents created an insurmountable rift between the brothers. Lucky, overwhelmed by grief and anger, firmly believed that Ziyad was solely responsible for their parents' deaths. Ziyad's desperate attempts to explain himself fell on deaf ears. The spirit's malevolent influence, which had driven him to commit the act, was a reality that no one else could understand or accept.
With his parents dead and Lucky severing all ties with him, Ziyad found himself utterly alone. Ostracized by the realm and burdened with guilt, he made the painful decision to leave the Blue Moon. In his solitude, he chose to abandon his old name, Lucius, and adopted the name Ziyad, symbolizing his break from tradition and his past and the new strength to stand alone and face any trivial matters himself.
Ziyad's departure marked the end of an era for him. He wandered away from the Blue Moon, carrying the weight of his actions and the bitterness of rejection. His new name represented his desire to forge a new identity, one unburdened by the expectations and judgments of a community that no longer cared for him. Alone, he sought to find his own path in a world that had turned its back on him.
His name was Lucius, which means light. He changed his name when he saw no point in keeping it; no one accepted him as a beacon of light anymore. Feeling utterly rejected and abandoned, he discarded the name that once symbolized hope and illumination.
Ziyad was a person who thrived on love and attention. Deprived of these essential needs, the dark energy within him began to take over. When he left Blue Moon, he wandered the world alone, a solitary figure burdened with immense guilt and sorrow. As time passed, he succumbed to the influence of dark spirits, allowing and accepting them within himself.
Alone in his self-imposed exile, Ziyad's condition worsened. The absence of human connection and support deepened his despair, making him more susceptible to the darkness. The dark spirits he harbored began to erode his soul, feeding on his loneliness and grief. His power grew, but so did its destructive force, gradually consuming him from within.
The immense power he acquired was too overwhelming for him to control, and it started to take a toll on his very being. Isolated and engulfed by the dark energy, Ziyad found himself trapped in a vicious cycle. The power that once seemed like a refuge now threatened to destroy him, tearing apart the remnants of the light he once embodied.
Being alone for too long, Ziyad found himself cultivating and accepting the help of dark spirits. This acceptance gradually switched his power from blue, symbolizing the energy of the Blue Moon, to black, representing the malevolent forces that had taken hold of him. This transformation not only altered his powers but also caused him to start acting strange and unrecognizable to those who once knew him.
Despite his many attempts to prove his innocence and show that he was not the one who killed their parents, Ziyad's efforts were met with skepticism and rejection. The community, unable to see past their grief and anger, refused to believe his explanations. Each failed attempt to clear his name only deepened his isolation.
Eventually, exhausted and disheartened by their unwavering disbelief, Ziyad decided to step back. He resolved to let go of the constant struggle for acceptance, holding onto the hope that the truth would emerge someday. In the meantime, he withdrew into his own world, carrying the burden of his transformation and the weight of his unresolved guilt and sorrow.
That's why he swore that the day he discovered the true culprit behind his parents' deaths, he wouldn't spare them. His resolve was ironclad, fueled by years of suffering and a burning desire for justice.But when he discovered that the perpetrator was his brother's wife, the revelation shattered him. He found himself unable to act, paralyzed by the knowledge that his brother, blinded by love, couldn't see the enemy dining at his own table. His brother was eating with the devil, utterly unaware of the danger lurking so close to home.
How foolish, Ziyad thought bitterly.
He had tried countless times to save his brother, to warn him about the treacherous nature of his wife. Yet every attempt was met with suspicion and hostility.
His brother, convinced that Ziyad was the real threat, refused to see the truth. Despite Ziyad's warnings about the peril posed by his brother's so-called wife, his brother remained steadfast in his disbelief.
Disillusioned and weary, Ziyad made a painful decision. He resolved to no longer interfere or try to help. His brother would have to face the consequences of his choices alone. Whatever happened from now on, his brother would have to confront it on his own, without Ziyad's intervention.
With a heavy heart, Ziyad withdrew, choosing to let go of his protective instincts. He knew that his brother would have to learn the truth the hard way, and when that day came, Ziyad hoped it wouldn't be too late.