There was a young man, who was born as a part of a very prestigious family, sadly he was just a bastard child. With nothing to inherit on his name not even a name to be called. Boy to the outside world only known as Rascal could only see that his half-sisters and brothers were living a life of luxury and bathing in colden coin from behind the windows of the mansion.
He always wondered why he was the only one left alone until he learned the reason why he was treated like that from one of his fellow servants. It's simply because his mother wasn't powerful or rich. It was just that simple, because his mother was poor he was treated like this.
From then on Rascal's thirst for his family's love changed into something else, his new understanding of the world drove him mad. He no longer wanted his father and his family's approval instead he wanted something rich and power his father possessed. As long he had enough power and enough riches he would be loved by everyone.
Everyone will look up to him and everyone will adore him and respect him. Money and power were everything in this world. He worked hard, he worked to the bone, and beyond that, he left the house and traveled around the world. He became a renowned mage, and a well-known swordmaster, and gained a new name.
The Golden Mage.
Because magic he uses isn't a simple one but one uses pure gold making him one of the richest people in the continent. He achieved his goal after all he possessed wealth that nobody else did with a power that no one else would dare to challenge.
One day the father who once abandoned him approached him with a big smile on his face, he said many flattering things to him which he never managed to hear while using the name Rascal. Once he desired to hear these words from the man standing in front of him with every fiber of his being but not anymore.
Once he no longer desired his love his heart started desiring something else, something darker and colder. He desired revenge and did just that, he pretended to be accepting his father's offer to become their family's contracted mage.
He earned their trust and became part of their family till that one fateful night when he decided to end it all.
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There he was standing, in his usual golden robe with unusually cold face he sat on the chair meant to the house head. Surrounding him several gold statues stand with horrified expressions on their faces.
There he sits waiting for the arrival of his father, he closes his eyes gently feeling the warmth that his childhood dream house provided to him. Soon hurried footsteps could be heard coming to the room bringing a smile to his face.
"I have been waiting for you."
The man in front of the entrance stopped as his greying hair glowed brightly under the moonlight.
"Why?"
"What do you mean why my lord?"
"Why did you do this?"
"Simple really."
"I just wanted to repay you. Don't you think those gold statues will pitch quite a good price don't you think so?"
A bright charming smile appeared on his face. But behind the smile, a cold unchanging eyes was looking. Without a hint of warmth, they stared at him.
"Hehe... I see your heart is cold as the metal you control."
"Not at all. It's hot as molten gold always burning only that instead of the flames of love it burns with one made of hatred."
"What did I do to attract so much of your hatred."
The smile on his face fades away as he stands up from his seat, and the temperature of the room starts rising.
"Nothing. You have done nothing."
Something drips on the old man's shoulder the pain of scorching directly pokes his mind making him grit his teeth. He looks at the thing that fell on his shoulder it was a drop of scorching hot liquid gold, shining under the moonlight brightly.
He quickly jumps away from where he was standing as the liquid gold starts showering from the ceiling where he was standing.
His murderous glare is directed toward the young man filled with killing intent.
"How unfortunate, I was hoping that would have been enough to end this all. Even I am not cruel enough to fight my father head-on without feeling anything. Alas, the world always likes to ruin plans don't they?"
Golden Mage raised his hand towards his father as the liquid gold on the ground gathered around him. It forms two golden knights with a spear in one and an axe in the other while a beautiful golden sword forms in front of him.
"Son?... I see... so you were still alive huh? You are truly the only mistake I have made in my life."
"I sure am. Now then father why don't you teach me some sword moves? I have been waiting for a moment all my life after all."
A cold menacing grin appears on his face, he emits a killing intent one that's so thick it is almost visible. This is the moment, the fiasco he has been dreamt about all his life. Not exactly the way he wanted as a child but at least he accomplished it. They soon will spend their first and the last father and son time.
"Come at me you nameless beast!"
Like a raging beast sword aura wraps around the father while Golden Mage lets out a loud laugh.
"As you wish father!"
Their clash went on for a long, long time. Trapped under the cage of pure gold that Golden Mage created they do their life-and-death dance till the dawn. Now standing in front of his father who has reached his limit not long ago the Golden Mage let out a chuckle.
"Truly, this was the experience of a lifetime my dear father."
His body was shaky, using the golden sword he had molded as a support he stood in front of his father's dying old body. Even in his dying moment, the father looked at his bastard son with a scornful look, to see that the smile on his face grew even wider.
"I always wished you to name me but sadly I was never able to accomplish that wish of mine. So I have decided to do something different instead."
He covered his hand with a molten liquid gold, the smell of charred meat could be smelled from it showing that his hand is no longer usable. He then placed his hand on his father's face burning it to the point no one could recognize it. Then he placed the burning golden glove on his face ruining his handsome face once and for all.
Liquid gold around him stretched towards him wrapping around his body and forming into ever ever-changing golden suit, The only thing that remained to not be covered was his charred face. With an excited tone, he tells his final line before leaving the manor.
"I will take your name Father. From now on my name is Horald, The Golden"