Chapter 11: The Blood Oath - Revenge and the Promise of Change
Night had fallen over the Jex slum, and the streets were immersed in a dense darkness, where the screams and whispers of the underworld intertwined with the muffled sound of the wind. Lopkinnf, now 15 years old, stood in a secluded alley, far from prying eyes, his body enveloped in an aura of unshakable determination. The silence of the slum seemed heavy, as if the environment itself was waiting for something. And he knew that the moment had come.
With his fists clenched, he looked at the deep cut on his hand. Blood was flowing, vibrating in the shadows, like the symbol of his pain and his oath. That pain, the blood that spilled from his palm, was the promise he would make to his parents. To the parents he never had the chance to protect. To the parents who died victims of a ruthless system, of a country that swallowed their hopes. It was blood that would seal their revenge and their determination to change the course of destiny, so that their souls could finally rest in peace.
"By the blood of my mother and father, by the sacrifices they made, by the lives they gave to protect me, I swear that their deaths will not be in vain!" His voice was firm, a sharp whisper that mingled with the icy breeze. "I, Lopkinnf, swear that I will change the country of Jex, I will transform this place into an empire, an empire of power, control, and order. I will do whatever is necessary, be it for good or for evil, and my actions will be the redemption of my origins. No soul will ever suffer like mine, and the ghosts of my parents will be at rest when my work is done. I will destroy everything that limited me, everything that destroyed their future. And for them, I will take Jex as my own."
Staring into the distance, Lopkinnf felt the energy of the oath coursing through his veins, a hellish heat that burned his soul. The cut on his hand seemed to pulse, as if the earth itself were responding to his vow. He closed his eyes for a moment, allowing the anger, pain, and determination to merge into his essence. This was the first step on a journey that would lead him to absolute control. But to do so, he knew he needed to be more than just a player on the battlefield. He needed to be the master. And to do so, the elite school would be his training ground. Lopkinnf knew that the real battle was not just in Jex, but in the place where the future leaders of the country were forged. Zenith Academy, with all its pomp and arrogance, was the epicenter of the elite that controlled the destiny of Jex. It was where the children of the ruling class learned to command, to control others, to keep the masses subjugated. But, contrary to what many thought, he was not there to be molded by the powerful. Lopkinnf was there to change the rules of the game. He knew that power was not given, it was taken.
At only 15 years old, he did not intend to wait for the right moment. The presidency of Jex and Zenith Academy would be his before the world knew what was happening. He would start at the school, influence the students, manipulate the teachers, and finally take the leadership of the country with a strategy that no one would expect. He was already in motion, the threads of manipulation and control were already being pulled, and the first movements of his strategy were underway.
Lopkinnf felt that the moment to show his strength was approaching. He did not want to be just another student at Zenith Academy. He wanted to be the leader. He wanted everyone to see him as the only option. His blood gushed from the cut on his hand as a constant reminder of his oath. He was no longer willing to be submissive to anyone.
"I will make everyone, from the most powerful to the weakest, bow before me," he murmured, his eyes shining with the coldness of a predator. "And no one, no one, will stop what is to come." From that moment on, Lopkinnf would become an unstoppable force within the elite school. He would begin to manipulate the influential youth, to sow chaos in the shadows, to control hearts and minds. Everything would be a piece of his game, and he would do it without a single suspicion. Zenith Academy would be his starting point, and soon Jex, the entire country, would be under his rule. With the bloody cut still pulsing on his hand, Lopkinnf smiled at the dark night before him. He was ready to face the world.