Chapter One: The Birth of Destiny
In the world of Seraphos, things were different— a world illuminated by twinkling stars, filled with mages, assassins, and swordsmen. The earth was drenched in mana, that invisible force that seeped into the hearts of humans after the great disaster that befell them. Every grain of soil shimmered with each breath, and every battle fought carried the scent of blood and mana.
The history of Seraphos was rich with legends, and the hands of the twelve rulers shook the entire world. These rulers were not merely humans; they were gods who manifested in fleshly bodies, possessing the ability to control all aspects of life and death. They were all afraid of the powers of mana, and through that fear, they left their marks in the memory of the world and fashioned themselves into gods, feared by all.
In a place far from that chaos, there was a boy named **Gabriel**. He lived in a small village overlooking the forest, surrounded by love and affection from his family. But all of that ended in the blink of an eye when terror gripped the land. In the hell of that moment, dreams were lost as his family became victims of the disaster; engulfed by waves of chaos and fire. Gabriel lost his parents and siblings, but he held onto his determination to save his little sister, the only one left to him.
Gabriel challenged everything for her sake, but fate had other plans. He stood helpless before the beast that ended his sister's life. A scene that stained the hearts of historical heroes forever. Gabriel's contemplative eyes witnessed the end, drowning in tears and remnants of hope, and he realized that revenge was his only weapon.
Years passed, and Gabriel walked the path of happiness and misery, the dagger of revenge carving into his heart. He became an assassin and swordsman, training in every possible corner, extracting mana from every painful experience. His strength rose within him like a serpent, waiting for the right moment to strike his enemies. He carried in his heart a deep hatred for the twelve rulers, and his resolve was firm to take revenge on the first ruler, the embodiment of all forms of evil and treachery.
Throughout his endless journey, he encountered a mesmerizing girl with mysterious powers. Gabriel unexpectedly fell in love with her and trusted her, believing she would be his companion in his adventures. He saw nothing in her eyes but love, never imagining she would play a role in his fate.
Days passed, and they became entwined, deepening their dialogue and connection. Gabriel began to see her as a lover, a companion, even a part of his heart. Meanwhile, the girl learned of something profound growing within him, a love divided between revenge and a passion for life.
But on one dark night, as Gabriel approached his greatest confrontation with the first ruler, he sensed that something was amiss. He placed his hand on his dagger and moved stealthily toward the castle, where the enemy awaited, but he did not expect what he would encounter.
In a critical moment, when he believed everything was within his reach, he carefully wrapped his dagger to slice the ruler's neck. However, as in a tragic epic, he felt something strange piercing his chest. He looked back to find that the girl he loved and leaned on was the one who had stabbed him.
"Goodbye, you fool. Hehehe." Her words were as cold as the ice of death, and the axe aimed not just at his heart but her words seemed to carve deeply into his soul.
His strength and pain gathered in an instant, and the resolve for revenge turned into absolute hatred. Gabriel became alert that he should not afford her the chance to slip away from him. Slowly, he decided to turn his back on the ruler, but as the desire surged, he felt a throbbing pain sweep through his body. Another sword pierced his heart, a sword cursed by fate, leaving him fallen to the ground, drenched in his own blood.
As the darkness wrapped around him, his eyes sank into an unforgettable void. And when he heard a voice whisper, "My dear, this is our child," he realized he had lost everything once again. Yet, something strange happened; he was reborn into a new world, where the laws were reminiscent of those in Seraphos, but its name was **Skarto**.
Gabriel awakened as a boy born anew into the strongest family in his new world. He became the seventeenth son of an esteemed swordsman lineage, and his path began to reshape itself once again. Through those beginnings, promises gathered around him, as a new hero emerged from the ashes of the old.
And thus, the story began. The passion for revenge, the power coursing through his veins, and above all, the promise of never slacking off again. Gabriel was on his way to becoming an angel of revenge, and his forthcoming decisions would ignite a new life around him, for the land of Skarto was not like the land of Seraphos.
But in this new world, could he achieve the justice he dreamed of, or would fate laugh in his face once more? All he knew was that his flames would ignite, and he would realize that revenge is not the end, but perhaps the beginning.
And so, the first chapter in Gabriel's tale began, where he was no longer just known by name, but he became a legend that the following lines would narrate.