The Eryndor family is one of the most prominent families in Stobblestone, known for being pure-blooded humans. The Eryndor family was almost perfect until Wystan was born.
His father had mated with a different creature, which resulted in the birth of poor little Wystan. If the creature his father mated with had been a human, just like he was, it would have been better.
However, the creature was an Eridian, making Wystan half human and half Eridian. A mistake that shouldn't have been made.
Very long ago, the Eridians arrived on the human planet, and luckily, they got along with the humans and started to live harmoniously. As time went on, the human population grew, but the Eridians couldn't keep up with the humans. Most of them died, and only a few mated with humans.
As their population decreased, humans began seeing them as low-blooded creatures who shouldn't be living among them. They cast them out of magical schools and made Earth a living hell for them.
Even now, there are only a few full-blooded Eridians, if any, and Wystan's mother happened to be one of them.
Wystan's stepmother couldn't accept the fact that a half-blooded creature was the son of her husband, so she made sure that Wystan never experienced what family meant. She showed the boy that his family was his biggest nightmare.
No one really cared about Wystan in the family. They all didn't want to be reprimanded by Marla. And those who did care, cared secretly, not daring to show it in Marla's presence.
Marilus fluttered his eyes open, squinting painfully as his eyes met the ray of sunlight streaming through the window. The day was bright, but his mood was still as dark as clouds on a rainy day.
Although Wystan's body had been attended to, he couldn't sleep the entire night. He kept having nightmares about the forbidden forest, his nightmares, and so many bad things he couldn't even talk about.
"Oh, Old Creature, I don't know why you sent me, even though you warned me not to cause problems. Do you expect me to just sit here and watch them treat me like this? Why do you keep making my life confusing? I spent more than 5000 years in hell, and this is what you repay me with?!" Marilus cried out, his voice bitter, and he wiped the false tears streaming from his eyes.
And, of course, it was impossible for the busy Almighty to answer him. Even if the Almighty wasn't busy, He wouldn't listen to someone like Marilus, who had once tried to destroy the world He created 5000 years ago.
"Just talk to me, Old Creature. You can do so by appearing in my dreams or giving me illusions!" Marilus kept complaining as he struggled to stand up from his bed. As he stood, he felt a sharp pain shoot through his head, making him feel hazy.
Even though he had been sleeping for hours, the body still felt weak, as if it had been deprived of all the essentials needed since birth.
As he struggled to stand, Marilus took in his surroundings. He hadn't taken a proper look yesterday because he went to sleep straight after a warm bath.
Marilus was a little surprised because the room seemed a little too nice for someone like Wystan, who had been treated like an unwanted, useless person in his family.
It was actually a bit too classy.
"Guess they didn't want him to sleep in a bad place after all those unfair treatments," Marilus muttered under his breath, walking toward the mirror in the room.
He took a better look at Wystan, a smirk forming on his lips.
The person reflecting in the mirror was fair with pale skin, chapped lips, and small eyes. Now that he was clean, he looked like someone born from royalty. He was actually good-looking—really good-looking—that even Marilus had to check if he wasn't dreaming.
"Oh, poor soul," he muttered. "Even if you are half human and half Eridian, how could they treat a good-looking person like you like that? Poor Wystan," he let out a deep breath, shaking his head at the same time. "I don't know why the Almighty gave me your body, but don't worry, I won't let them bully you. And I'm sorry, I have to continue using your name."
After examining himself for a while, Marilus decided that he had to get used to his new identity and improve himself because Wystan was too thin and his core spirit was so weak that it was difficult to even feel it.
Marilus changed into some clothes from the wardrobe, and it was only then he realized that most of the clothes in the room were bigger than him. It wasn't even his room, but at least he had to put something on.
Just as he was frantically searching for any clothes that would fit, he heard a slam at the door followed by a shout.
"You son of a bitch! How dare you spend the night in my room! And none of you could stop him! An illegitimate half-breed on my bed? Wystan, you are so dead!" the person screamed at the top of his lungs, kicking the door and slamming against it.
Marilus rubbed his forehead in anger, realizing who was at the door and the reason for his shouts.
This room wasn't actually Wystan's room; it was one of his stepbrother's rooms—his real nightmare, Lucas.
Due to fatigue, Marilus had found his way into Lucas's room instead of his own, more like a cage after a fresh bath.
Lucas was just a few months older than Wystan, but due to his big build, it wasn't easy to tell that they were of the same age.
"Your life is a living hell, boy!" Marilus cursed under his breath, standing up to open the door.
As he opened the door, what greeted him was a kick from Lucas that sent him flying back onto the bed. Marilus groaned in pain, holding his stomach as tears gathered in his eyes.
"You bastard! How dare you!" Lucas yelled again, his voice reverberating through the house.
The kick had somehow weakened Marilus further as he felt the core spirit of Wystan becoming weaker and weaker. It was as if it had never existed in the first place.
"Stop kicking!" he groaned in agony.
Lucas didn't stop there. He was too angry to stop at just one kick, so he picked Wystan's weak body from the floor, which was as light as a feather. "Just apologize like you always do, bastard, and maybe I will consider not giving you the worst beating of your life."
Even though he was in pain, Marilus had already vowed not to allow anyone to bully Wystan anymore. As he took in Lucas' thick features, Marilus raised his legs and gave Lucas a kick in the crotch, making the latter release him almost immediately. "Take this, loser!"
"You bastard!" Lucas growled in pain, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he fell to his knees, holding his crotch.
Before Lucas could recover, Marilus took to his heels and ran out of the room. He knew that fighting Lucas might not be a good option right now, considering Wystan's weak core spirit.
As he ran, Marilus cursed under his breath as he breathed heavily. Wystan's body couldn't even be compared to the weakest thing in the universe. It was as if his entire existence was created from paper.
He could only vow to get his core spirit strengthened before anything. Meanwhile, he came up with an idea to deal with Lucas this morning. A small smirk crossed Wystan's lips as he stopped in his tracks, his eyes gleaming with something dangerous. "Old creature, although you might not agree with this idea of mine, I'm only doing this because you gave me his body. You don't mind me taking control of things, right?"