In the twilight of his existence, Lucius, the last of the elves, seethed with rage, his heart consumed by a burning fury that threatened to engulf him whole. The human race had razed his kin, leaving him powerless and unable to avenge their annihilation. The memories of his people's slaughter still lingered, a constant reminder of his failure, a weight that pressed upon his chest like a physical force. But now, as he faced the abyss of death, an unexpected encounter altered his fate in a way he could never have imagined.
In a realm unfamiliar to Lucius, he found himself standing before an elegant man clad in crimson, the color of blood and fire. The weight of his heart told him that this was the afterlife, a one-way journey from which there was no return. Yet, the man's voice cut through the silence like a knife, piercing and clear: "Greetings, Lucius Phale, my humble master. Your time in the world of the living has drawn to a close." Lucius struggled to comprehend, his mind reeling with questions. Who was this mysterious figure? Was he a deity, capable of reading minds and bending the fabric of reality? The prospect thrilled Lucius, filling him with a sense of hope he had thought lost forever. Perhaps he could bargain for a second chance, a return to the mortal realm with newfound power and a chance to right the wrongs of the past.
With measured calmness, Lucius spoke, his voice laced with determination, "I wish to return, but not as an elf. Grant me a human form, brimming with unparalleled strength and speed. I seek vengeance upon the human race, to make them suffer as my kin did. And I desire to remember my past life, to retain the experience we share now." The man's eyes bore into Lucius, contemplating, as if weighing the merits of his request. "I can fulfill your request," he replied finally, "but with limitations. Your mortal vessel won't immediately possess immense power. Instead, I'll grant you unprecedented potential. As for memories, they'll manifest as visions until your eighteenth year, when they'll flood back, along with heightened strength, but as for the memories of your past life as an elf you would remember it."
Lucius weighed his options, his mind racing with the possibilities. With boundless potential, he could ascend to unparalleled heights, becoming a force to be reckoned with in the mortal realm. The human race would pay for their atrocities, and Lucius would be the one to collect the debt. "Agreed," he declared, fire in his eyes, his voice laced with a fierce determination. "I'll annihilate them all." The mysterious man revealed Lucius's future: rebirth as a human royal, infused with a trace of elven blood. Lucius envisioned his new form: black hair, golden eyes, and an elegance surpassing even his enigmatic benefactor. As the man's eyes glowed crimson, Lucius returned to the mortal realm, resolute, his quest for vengeance burning brighter than ever.
His journey would begin anew, fueled by memories yet to awaken and a strength yet to be realized. The humans would know the wrath of Lucius Phale, their nemesis reborn, a force of nature driven by a singular purpose: to exact revenge for the annihilation of his people. The fate of the human race hung in the balance, as Lucius embarked on a path of destruction, his heart consumed by a burning fury that would not be quenched until justice was served.
"I will come back stronger and more powerful, I really can't believe I'm finally going to be able to avenge everyone," Lucius exclaimed with joy in his heart as he was being reborn. His spirit was filled with anticipation, eager to embark on a new journey and exact revenge on the human race that had wronged him. But, as he emerged into the world as a newborn baby, his memories suddenly vanished, leaving him with a blank slate. The midwife's eyes widened in shock as she gazed upon the baby, who was unusually calm and alert, with an unblinking stare.
"This is impossible," she thought to herself. "A newborn baby shouldn't be able to think and see so clearly, let alone possess such strength." As she attempted to touch the baby's hand, he grasped her finger with a firm grip, leaving her astonished. "How is this possible? He's only a few minutes old, and yet he's displaying abilities that defy nature!"
The midwife's curiosity turned to concern as she carefully lifted the baby and presented him to his exhausted mother. But, just as she was about to hand him over, she noticed something that made her heart race - the mark of the Doomsday on the baby's forehead. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she realized the significance of this discovery.
"This child is the one destined to wield the power of Doomsday magic, a prophecy spoken of in our ancient history!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with awe. "He will be the only one in our entire history to possess such power, and I, a humble midwife, have the privilege of witnessing his birth! The Emperor will be overjoyed, and I will be rewarded beyond my wildest dreams!"
With a beaming smile, she gently placed the baby in his mother's arms, who gazed at her child with a mix of wonder and trepidation. Little did they know, this child, Lucius, was about to embark on a journey that would shape the fate of the world.