The party was in full swing, with everyone mingling and having a great time. However, Jakob and his mother were exceptions, sitting alone and looking unhappy.
"Are you going to sit idly by while that abnormal freak steals the attention?" Jakob's mother fumed.
"What can I do, Mother? Confront him publicly? That would only make things worse," Jakob reasoned.
Jakob's mother stood up, her anger boiling over. "Jakob Silas Dynasty, do something! Stop embarrassing me!" She stormed off, leaving Jakob alone.
Meanwhile, Kendrik was lost in the moment, dancing with Kayla, a beautiful servant girl. They twirled and spun, carefree.
Kayla asked, "Prince Kendrik, why dance with me when you could choose royalty or nobility?"
Kendrik smiled. "You're beautiful, and these ladies can't dance."
Kayla raised an eyebrow. "How can you know when you haven't danced with any of them?"
Kendrik stopped dancing and gestured around the room. "Take a look."
Kayla's eyes widened as she took in the scene: noblewomen dancing with old, lecherous me or sitting alone, waiting to be asked.
Kendrik chuckled. "See what I mean?"
Kayla giggled. "Royal people can't dance. What a shame."
Just then, a voice interrupted them. "I disagree with that statement."
Kayla bowed respectfully, apologizing profusely to Princess Leone. "I'm so sorry, Princess. Please forgive my stupidity. I'll accept any punishment without resistance."
Princess Leone's voice dripped with sarcasm. "I could send you to the dungeon or feed you to the Shallows. I hear they're starving."
Kendrik chuckled. "You sound more like Jakob every day."
"Leave us, Kayla," Princess Leone ordered.
Kayla bowed. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you, Prince Kendrik. I had more fun with you than I've had in a while." Kendrik winked, watching her depart.
Princess Leone approached him. "Aren't you going to ask me to dance?"
Kendrik smirked. "Since you sent my date away, it's only fair you ask me."
Princess Leone smiled, her eyes sparking. "Well?"
"Is that an order or a question?" Kendrik asked, intrigued.
Taking the initiative, Princess Leone placed Kendrik's hand behind her, and they began to dance as a beautiful melody filled the room.
They smiled at each other, lost in the moment.
The crowd parted, mesmerized by Kendrik and Princess Leone's enchanting dancing. Whispers of admiration filled the air.
"Whoa, they're perfect together."
"A beautiful couple."
An old woman nudged her husband. "Remember when we were like that?"
Her husband replied, "We grew old, and I have bad knees."
Jakob, lost in thought, missed the commotion. Mikeal sat beside him.
"Your brother's still beloved, despite not being blessed like us," Mikeal said.
Jakob's confusion turned to anger. "What are you talking about?"
"Kendrik and Leone," Mikeal replied.
A partygoer commented, "Princess Leone and Prince Kendrik would make a great ruling couple."
Jakob's face twisted with jealousy. He pushed through the crowd, his eyes fixed on the dancing couple.
"What's the meaning of this disgraceful madness?" Jakob demanded.
Kendrik and Leone stopped dancing. "Want to dance with the lady, baby brother?" Kendrik teased.
Jakob's glare turned deadly. "Step away from my betrothed, you mutt!"
Leone struggled against Jakob's grip." Jakob, you're hurting me! Stop!"
Kendrik warned, "Jakob, you heard her. Let go."
Jakob sneered, "Shut up, ratchet mutt. This concerns me and my betrothed."
King Kendrick intervened, his voice thunderous. "Jakob Silas Dynasty, shut your mouth now, boy!"
Jakob shouted, "Father, you're hiding that your favourite son isn't blessed like us!"
Murmurs spread through the crowd. "What does Prince Jakob mean? Is Prince Kendrik truly unblessed?"
Jakob's words echoed, "My big brother has no magic! The angels didn't bless him!"
The crowd gasped in shocked. Kendrik froze, his eyes lifeless.
Jakob's revelation sparked chaos. King Kendrick's fury boiled over. "You evil hearted boy, I curse the day that I fathered you!!!"
"Father, you don't mean that!" Jakob's chuckle faltered, his eyes willing up with tears.
King Kendrick's disgust was palpable. He walked away leaving Jakob behind.
Mikeal whispered, "What have you done, Jakob?"
Princess Leone broke free, her eyes brimming with tears. Kendrik stood helpless.
As Jakob realized his mistake, the king vanished into the crowd. Outside, the weather darkened.
Thunder roared, and lightning rumbled. A strong wind swept toward the castle.
King Kendrick watched, calm amidst the turmoil.
The crowd trembled. "What's happening?"
Someone whispered, "The guardian angel is coming."
The winds howled, shaking the castle. Lights flickered, walls cracked.
A thunderous sound struck Jakob, and purple lightning enveloped him.
The crowd fled in terror, but Kendrik stood firm.
A heavenly voice boomed, "Prince Jakob Silas Dynasty, you're now blessed. Protect the world and kingdoms."
Jakob's gratitude echoed, "Thank you."
The angelic voice turned to King Kendrick, "What words for your next heir?"
King Kendrick's response was icy, "I don't care."
The angelic voice concluded, "Congratulations, Prince Jakob. May your greatness be forthcoming."
The beam vanished, and the storm dissipated. The castle restored itself.
As the crowd emerged, Jakob's transformation was clear.
Jakob's transformation was palpable, his aura radiating angelic power. The weaker magic users trembled, struggling to breathe.
Jakob reveled in their awe. "Behold, my people! I shall rid our kingdom of demonic creatures."
Kendrik's clenched fist contradicted Jakob's declaration. "You don't have that power, not yet."
Jakob's curiosity piqued. "What do you mean, brother?"
Kendrik savored his words. "Your blessing doesn't grant the Cleanse's power. Only the person possessing it can confer it - Father. And since he didn't celebrate your blessing, you haven't received his approval."
Jakob's face contorted in shocked, the truth piercing his heart like a knife.
He sought solace in his mother's gaze, but she couldn't meet his eyes, embarrassment etched on her face.
Jakob's intense power still coursed through him, the blessings' lightning illuminating his being.
He turned to his father, pleading, "Father, grant me the Cleanse's power! Let me serve our kingdom!"
King Kendrick ignored Jakob, his gaze fixed on the window.
Jakob's anger boiled over. "Father!!! Bless me with the Cleanse!!"
Jakob's newfound power had consumed him, fueling his arrogance. He dared challenge his father, King Kendrick, the most powerful king in the five kingdoms.
Legend says that King Kendrick, once defeated a horde of Shallows all by himself right before he received his blessing.
King Kendrick's impressive physique and razor-sharp canine teeth commanded respect. His spikey hair, similar to Kendrik, but similar to Jakob's hair colour, framed his chiseled face. The gold eyes, shared with his sons, shone with authority.
Jakob's anger boiled over. "Father! Don't ignore me! Grant me the Chance blessing or I'll for it from you!"
King Kendrick's gaze remained fixed on the window, unfazed.
The Cleanse, an ancient power, was bestowed upon five royal families:
1. Dynasty - First to witness the guardian angels, holders of the Cleanse.
2. Crystal - Intelligent and resourceful, teachers of the Cleanse.
3. Phoenix - Brawny and powerful, wielders of Heat-Stroke.
4. Starr - Healers, masters of Suspension.
5. Haven - Supporters through trade, their women blessed with ascension.
Jakob's threat hung in the air, poised to ignite a catastrophic conflict.
Kendrik stood firm, unwavering. "You're my brother; I know you won't harm me."
Jakob's powers surged, fueled by negative emotions, threatening to consume his humanity.
"Kendrik, move! I won't be responsible for what happens next," Jakob threatened.
Princess Leone pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. "Kendrik, please move. He's a psycho."
Jakob's anger boiled over. "I'm a psycho? My betrothed thinks I'm a psycho, yet she's concerned for your safety?"
Kendrik's calm demeanor remained steadfast. "I don't care. You're my brother, and I love you."
Jakob's gaze softened, his power subsiding. "Brother, help me," he wept.
Kendrik comforted Jakob with a warm hug, but unbeknownst to Kendrik, Jakob's tears masked a sinister intent.
As Kendrik's guard dropped, Jakob seized the opportunity. "Psyche!" he whispered, smiling wickedly.
With a sudden burst of strength, Jakob hurled Kendrik against the wall, the impact echoing through the room.
Jakob's focus shifted to his father, his eyes blazing with malice. "Now, your turn, greedy bastard."
Magic users rallied against Jakob, but he remained unyielding. Spells bounced off him as he marched toward his father
Walls erected to block his path crumbled like paper. Floors turned to water and ice, but Jakob traversed them with ease.
His patience worn thin, Jakob's chuckle sent chills through the air. "Enough! Get out of my way!"
Kendrik, still embedded in the wall, unleashed a massive energy blast, rendering everyone unconscious.
King Kendrick stood unmoved, gazing out the window.
Jakob, having overcome all obstacles, closed in on his father. "I've got you now, bastard!"
With a raised fist, Jakob prepared to strike. But just as suddenly, he found himself flying across the room.
Doors shattered, and Jakob crashed into the hallway, leaving a trail of destruction.
The sequence of events baffled onlookers, leaving them wondering what had happened.
Jakob's motionless form captivated the onlookers. His torn and burnt clothes, smoldering smoke, and dirty body raised concerns.
But that wasn't the worst. A battered royal guard stumbled into the ravaged ballroom, limping and struggling to stay upright.
His chest would gaped, blood soaking his uniform. "Sire... si-si... They... br-br-breach..." he stammered.
The guard's eyes widened, and he collapsed, his life slipping away. He... he just... laid down... and died.
The room fell silent, shocked by the guard's dire report.
King Kendrick's expression remained unreadable, still gazing out the window.