In the estate of the Zepharin family joyous voices rang throughout as the servant scrambled in and out of the room of the lady sovereign.
The birth of a new star had just occurred a precious baby boy nestled into his mothers warmth seeking comfort from her. The mother smiled warmly a sleepy look painting her expression.
The next heir of the Zepharin family has been born. The boys life as the next leader of the city of Sundergate fated by his birthright.
His father the high chancellor of the city of Sundergate a man with blond hair and blue eyes smiled at the heartwarming scene of his wife and his newborn son.
He quietly approaches his wife and gently leaned in kissing her cheek softly as he whispered in her ear.
"We shall name him Jason after my grandfather who was once one of the most prestigious member of the seven founders of Sundergate"
The mother gently nursing her now hungry baby smiled softly. "Our son will grow up to be a great and powerful leader just like you my dear. He will become the next savior. The rest of the world will love and cherish him."
She continues to gently nurse her son gently stroking the baby's cheek. "He is so precious my liege." She whispers softly.
He chuckles amused at her comment gently massaging her shoulders. "You have done well my dear. You will leave a legacy as the mother of the next seven ruler of Sundergate....."
In the dark pits of the city of Duskhallow the birth of the next heir of the Morvale family was born.
The family head of the Morvale mafia walked down the dark gloomy estate hallway her presence radiating off her.
Wearing her signature a dark coat made of black tiger hide adorned her. Raven black hair rained down her back and she made it to the room where servants scrambled to kneeled down.
The pure presence of her terrifying them to their core. She calmly walked into the room where her sister was nursing the baby.
She smirked amused walking up to her sisters bed sitting down. "Well it seems like the next heir to the Morvale family has been born."
She gently reached out stroking the nursing baby's cheek. "He will be a heartbreaker when he grows up won't he?" She smiles amused and looks up at her sister.
Her sister gently handed over the baby to her sister. "Dear elder sister Esmeralda as the family head bless my child with your wisdom and your knowledge."
She sighs softly finally resting her head onto the bedframe as she closed her eyes and gently falling asleep due to exhaustion.
Esmeralda smiles wickedly gently stroking the baby's cheek. "I announce you as the hair of the Morvale family the one who will lead us to destroy the seven founders of Sundergate. Your name shall be Lucifer and I bless you with my wisdom and knowledge to crush our mortal enemies."
The servants in the room kneel down immediately paying respect to the new member of the Morvale family.
Esmeralda gently places the baby into the hands of one of the servants who immediately begins tending to the baby.
She watches as the servant gently feeds the baby formula and she leaves the room knowing that everything will be well and that the days of her enemies are numbered.....
In the streets of the city of Everworth a concerned father paces around outside the hospital waiting for a nurse to let him enter the building.
One of the nurses tap his shoulder gently. "Sir your child has been born but we must inform you we were sadly only able to save the baby…."
The nurse looks down sadly. "Your wife unfortunately did not make it….."
He looks at the nurse in devastation but masks his face quickly. "Then would it be alright for me to see my son?"
The nurse shakes her head. "No sir he is too weak he must be put into the NICU it will be weeks before he is strong enough to survive on his own."
He nods in understanding "Alright then please inform me when I can see the child." He then walks off into the streets of Everworth...….
Ten years later....
Gabriel wakes up as a splash of cold water splashes across his face. "Get up you ungrateful child!"
An angry looking middle aged woman shouts at Gabriel grabbing him up by his ear and taking him downstairs. "You have farmwork to attend to and its already 4 am in the morning!"
Gabriel yelps softly as he is tossed into the barn and the barn door closes behind him. "Just another great morning I suppose."
He sighs picking up a pitchfork from the corner of the cold dusty barn and begins raking hay.
Gabriel a 10 year old boy with black hair with natural silver streaks running down his hair with a skinny build wearing some old hand me down farmers clothing and a pair of round glasses work silently as he collects the hay.
"Some shitty family they put me into. I preferred that orphanage better than this child enslavement camp." he grumbles softly.
Gabriel did not know much about his real parents but was told that his mother had died after giving birth to him too early and his father had abandoned him and died in a construction accident or something.
He was raised without any love or compasssion just some volunteers and the creatakers from the happy child orphanage.
Gabriel's stomach growls as he uses the pitchfork to shovel the hay into the baler. "Curses why can't they give me something to eat first then torture me with farmwork."
He grumbles angrily as the baler compresses the hay into square bales where Gabriel stacks them neatly onto the wall.
"I wish my father never left me but oh what was he supposed to do with a baby he never loved." He throws the pitchfork into the corner of the barn in utter resentment and fury...…
In the training ground of the Zepharin family estate a 10 year old boy with light blond hair and pale blue eyes practice his swordsmanship with his instructor determined to win the sparring session. His mother watches him with a warm smile cheering him on.
When the sparring session ends the 10 year old boy runs up to his mother with a soft smile. "Did you see me mother? I was able to last almost a full minute without any assistance."
His mother smiles softly gently wiping the grit and sweat off his face with a soft and wet handkerchief. "Yes Jason you did well it was very well executed. But please don't push yourself too hard."
Jason scoff and puffs out his chest proudly. "But mom I am to be the next in line to inherit the family legacy as one of the seven leaders of course I need to push myself."
His mother smiles and laughter softly at his words. "Well in that case my young liege it seems like you do not need your mother anymore." She teases him.
Jason's expression changes immediately. "No no as the heir of the Zepharin family I still very much need my mother." He snuggles into her warm embrace as his mother chuckles softly patting his back.
"Is that so my liege?" She teases him once more and Jason pouts at her his lips jutted out in an adorable manner.
"Yes…. I do" Jason says ashamed as his mother carries him back to the estate....
A young boy rushes through the streets of the dark city of Duskhallow wielding a dagger and a black cloak flapping behind him as he runs away from a group of street thugs.
He slides into one of the dark alleyways and jumps into the shadows. The street thugs walk into the alleyway wondering around trying to find the little boy and then suddenly one of the thugs fall to their knees blood splurging from their neck.
The thugs draw their knives preparing for the worst as the boy lunges from the corner taking out another thug with a swift slice of his dagger through the thugs neck.
Then the last two thugs who dodge the attack manage to pin him onto the ground and disarm the boy. They tear off the boys cloak revealing a boy with raven black hair and two red beady eyes.
They back away from him instantly and then they fall to the ground as their heads fall from their shoulders in a mess of crimson blood dripping onto the dirty alleyway floor.
"I thought I taught you better." A cold voice rings through the alleyway and the boy sits up immediately kneeling down. "I am sorry auntie I thought I had them completely fooled…."
A dark figure walks over to him a woman with raven black hair piercing emerald eyes and her signature black tiger hide coat draped on her back.
"Your mother would have been disappointed." She remarks coldly as she cleans the blood off her sword using the thugs shirt.
He nods getting up his head still lowered. "I wont let it happen again." He masks his tone with an icy demeanour.
"I know you wont let it happen again Lucifer." She emphasizes his name.
"Yes aunt Esmeralda I will not disappoint you or our family name."
She walk over to him checking the amounts of wounds he has on his body. "Solitary training for a week will serve you well."
She snaps her fingers as her bodyguards appear around her like dark shadows. She remarks in a cold tone. "Remember Lucifer every time you fail your enemies get stronger." Then she walks off into the dark alleyway of Duskshadow not waiting for Lucifer to respond....