The Nine-Hearted Begonia Clan was a very powerful and well-renowned clan whose doctrines were that of harmony and growth. Although they were not necessarily pacifists, they do dislike violence which is why a lot of their members grew to serve as either public servants or government officials rather than being soldiers.
They served two countries, surviving through two entire eras whereas their first masters fell. The Sakura Empire was once the greatest dynasty the world has ever known, leading all the studies and advancements in the spiritual arts. But after coming upon forbidden knowledge, they were torn apart and reduced to mere legend. In their place, the Nine-Hearted Begonia Clan helped found the Arcaeus Kingdom which prospered among a few other powerful nations who each plundered the ruins of the Sakura Empire.
Fast-forward hundreds of years later, a daughter of the Nine-Hearted Begonia Clan was born with a strange and powerful spirit. In their long history, the Nine-Hearted Begonia clan had steadily declined with most of their members losing their iconic Nine-Hearted Begonia, being left with only fewer and fewer petals. However, this girl was the first to be blessed with a true Nine-Hearted Begonia in hundreds of years.
Through some political reasons, the girl met and was engaged to a boy of about her age. He was the son of the most famous person in the world, and his spirit was something entirely unique compared to everyone else's. His spirit was a dragon, a little whelp that was barely the length of his arm. The girl and the boy grew up together over several years until war inevitably took over the world. An enemy nation sought to unify the world based on the same knowledge that destroyed the Sakura Empire. This forbidden knowledge... was the return of the Dragon God.
The Kingdom of Arcaeus was dragged into a senseless war of unification that justified the sins of humans as a desperate attempt at survival before their end came once more. It was an ugly and horrid thing, utterly disgusting the boy who had now grown into a man of his own. He joined the war to protect the people, pushing back the heinous oppressors who hid behind masks of righteousness. He won and the world was saved. He was lauded as a hero much like his father... until the world learned that he was the reincarnation of the Dragon God.
Another war engulfed the world, except this time, the enemy was a single man. Not wanting to destroy the world he suffered to protect, he hid himself with his childhood friend who had now become his wife. Their children were with them all the time, surrounding them with wonders that only such divine creatures could show. They were all dragons, born from the power of the Dragon God and the love of his wife carried within her Begonia.
But even as they retreated outside the world's gaze, their malice still found him. And like the venomous fangs of a snake, a dagger plunged into the man's heart when he least expected it. His wife witnessed everything. And in an unfathomable rage, she cursed her peace-loving heart. For what good was peace if her beloved was not there to enjoy it with her?
For the first time ever, the woman killed a person. And it was not her husband's killer but her husband himself. She felt extremely guilty for not doing anything that she blamed herself for his death. She may not have swung the dagger, but she might as well had stopped his beating heart.
In his last moments, the assured his wife and children that everything would be alright. And he gave them his power to protect them. He gave them his Source. In that moment, the Dragon God ceased to be a dragon and his wife became one in his stead. And in her hands, the Source transformed into something bathed in such negativity that the very world trembled at her birth. Her children stuck close to her, seeking comfort in their mother. And the woman, she walked in the skies as she gazed upon the world below. And as she opened her mouth, it was not mournful cries of a widow nor the curses of an enraged mother that echoed out.
[This world is beneath me...]
The words were so utterly cold and detached, devoid of any emotion other than a single thing –Disdain.
And with those words, the world began to tremble. The lands cracked as the seas churned. Mountains erupted and storms ravaged everything. Soon, the world crumbled until all that was left was blazing core of orange flames that slowly grew larger as it fed on the remains of the crust that once housed it. It did not seem to care as it only followed the will of the woman who now left to look for an ancient and forgotten realm.