A heavy downpour drenched the dark castle of Raviel Arcadia, its rhythmic patter filling the silence of the throne room. Sitting atop his obsidian throne, Raviel gazed coldly at the soldiers gathered in the grand hall. They were his army, the pillars of his strength, and the instruments of his ambition to destroy the world. But tonight, something felt different. The air, usually brimming with darkness, now carried the stench of betrayal.
"Velkaris," Raviel called, his deep, resonant voice shaking the hall.
A man in a black cloak with long silver hair and eyes full of hatred stepped forward. Velkaris was Raviel's right hand, the one he trusted above all others. But tonight, Velkaris's gaze was different—bold, cold, and filled with hidden intentions.
"My lord," Velkaris said, bowing with false respect.
Raviel raised an eyebrow. "Why have you brought the army before me tonight? Do you think anyone here could stand against me, the King of Darkness?"
Velkaris smirked. "Not stand against you, my lord… but end you."
The words struck like daggers. Before Raviel could respond, a horrifying magical energy began to fill the room. Velkaris raised his hand, and a glowing blue magic circle appeared beneath Raviel's feet. It was a binding seal, a forbidden spell even Raviel rarely used.
"Traitor!" Raviel roared, unleashing a burst of energy that sent some soldiers flying against the walls. But the seal continued to bind his body, slowing his movements with every passing second.
"Traitor? No, my lord," Velkaris replied coldly. "I am simply claiming what should have been mine. The world doesn't need a tyrant like you. It needs light, and I will be its bearer."
Raviel let out a bitter laugh. "Light? You will bring destruction far worse than I ever could, Velkaris."
Velkaris remained silent, raising his hand higher. The magic around Raviel grew stronger, crushing his body little by little. Raviel felt his once-absolute power slowly fading away.
Yet, amidst the pain, Raviel was not consumed by fear. Instead, fury burned within him—fury so intense it made his blood boil.
"Velkaris," he rasped, his voice filled with venom, "do you think this will stop me?"
Velkaris hesitated, momentarily startled by Raviel's calmness. "You will die tonight. Your name will be forgotten. The world will erase your darkness, and I will be the hero who saved them."
"The world may forget my name," Raviel said, his crimson eyes blazing with terrifying intensity, "but I will return. You, Velkaris, and everyone who betrayed me will burn in the hands of the King of Darkness."
With a final roar, Raviel unleashed all his remaining energy in one last attack. Though bound by the seal, he managed to obliterate most of the soldiers in the hall. But his power was not enough to completely break free. In an instant, his body disintegrated into ash, leaving the throne room empty, save for the cold laughter of Velkaris.
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6600 Years Later
The scorching sunlight felt unfamiliar to a boy named Kaelion. He awoke in the middle of a wheat field, his body weak and filthy. The tattered clothes he wore marked him as the child of poor farmers. But something was different in his gaze.
"Where… am I?" Kaelion muttered, clutching his throbbing head. When he looked at his own hands, a shock rippled through him. This was not his body. It was the body of a child he didn't recognize.
Slowly, memories began to flow back, like a stream filling a dry riverbed. The name Raviel Arcadia echoed in his mind, along with memories of his absolute power and the betrayal that ended it all.
"I… have returned?" he whispered, his voice tinged with confusion and rage.
Kaelion stood slowly, his eyes scanning the vast fields and the small village in the distance. This world felt unfamiliar, yet oddly familiar at the same time. He felt the annoying weakness of his new body, a sensation that filled him with disgust.
"Velkaris…," he growled, his voice dripping with hatred. "I swear, you will pay for everything."
But he knew this was no longer the world he left behind. He had no absolute power, no loyal armies. This time, he would have to start from nothing.
A voice called out to him from the distance. It was an old woman with a face full of wrinkles.
"Kaelion! What are you doing out there? Get back to the house!"
Kaelion stared blankly at the woman before realizing his situation. If he wanted to survive, he would have to play by the rules of this world. Reluctantly, he walked back toward the small village, hiding his identity as Raviel Arcadia, the King of Darkness who would return.
But in his heart, a plan was already forming. He would learn about this world, rebuild his power, and destroy anyone who stood in his way. This wasn't just about revenge; this was a war against a world that had forgotten him.
And so, a new story began. Not as the mighty King of Darkness, but as a weak young man named Kaelion, ready to carve his destiny from nothing.