Poison With Poison [Transmigration]

Arc 3 : the king

Brazen and young,
Dark and cruel,

He who towers above all,
Ends with no bearer.

He who is left with only tools,
He who remains sullied.

Dwelling on the filth of this world,
He who is never worried,

The blight and aid for this lord,
Emptiness, begets his sympathy.

Affeftion is not within his dignity.

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Very few heard of the nobility that is exuded within addriene, after all he was the prophesied calamity that will one day ensue ruin for all humanity.

But right now dressed in cumbersome and ornate clothing the aura he exudes is dazzling to the extreme comparable to the gods, envy the beautiful and gracious.

As aoi was just surfing the library a few days ago trying to search for possible clues regarding the mysterious origins of his physique, his servant Jeriah informed him about the annual ball that was to be scheduled.

Naturally he shrugged it off who cares about some.tedious and mediocre balls when you can find solace in the mystery of knowledge written delicately in books,

In truth reality was cruel, although he was an abandoned prince he is still a prince. One key thing to denote in this ball is the introduction of the other 11 princes,

Leoht grand abbey the ball that was to be held.

There is much to be contemplated in this ball once it was said to be the feast of kings and nobility in where they find their mate, even the once hapoy king and queen where offered to be in communion of eachother, because of this ball.

This story was the mark of a great lovestory written in times, but a pity it was destroyed by the one and only calamity, "a scarlet heart, forever be to hold, a love as rich as velvet reavels the truth untold. At the end of the grimoire aoi has read leaves this confounding message,

A scarlet heart? What could this be,

"Young master it is time", came the sudden intrusion of the then servant, leaving the youth to leave his contemplation,

As he was lead outside his pavillion he saw what was the most what was the word?, uncanny and bizzare carriage he ever has the fortune of laying gaze with, "young master what is the matter?" The youth taken a back responded "it is of no importance shall we?" Taking the hands of his servant the youth rode,

The carriage was blood in color, with affinities of black portruding thorn ornaments on each side and a bat like appearance in relation, it reminded the youth who was occupying the carriage of a figure in his world, one who is saving lives someone famed with his animal name,

Soon the carriage came to a halt, "what a pleasant surprise, i didnt know the nobility wanders this land",
A group of bandits ambushed the carriage, battle ensued with a dozen men battling the only servant present,
Defeat was inevitable,

The young lad jeriah brandished his saber, but he was bluntly struck by one of those greedy bastard, cursing he slashed someone who came close and blood died the ground, but after all he was just one measly servant fighting a thug of these outlaws,

Ultimately he was stabbed in the chest and collapsed, spitting on his body one of them spoke,

"Heh filthy brat, just fine being a lapdog for those filthy nobles, how pathetic" said the leader "now now lets see who our honored guest is" opening the carriage door they were confronted with the young boy, snickering the fellows dragged and sedated the young man,

Waking up the youth was in a bed laying down for seemingly endless amounts of time, "where am i?" Asking the question the door suddenly swung open, revealing a young boy with hair of black and seemingly adoring a servants uniform,

"Wake up, as owing our masters gratitude you are to repay him with your service" the youth talked with an eerily mature manner, "starting from today onwards you are to attend to our master, so enough dillydally and get to work",

Without no choice the laying youth stood up, "excuse me? May i ask a question," the young man spoke with uncertainty.

"Speak your mind"

"Where is this?"

The young servant looked atbhim with his lifeless eyes and smiled,

"This dreary night is evidence enough,  well you are in our highness lair"

"The nether realm",

With this revelation the youth recieved confirmation, the nether-realm is the capital of demons below the surface of this world.

Home to monstrosities, curses and hex, and most of all the heirchy of demons where the most majestic and evil of all the demon king resides,

He prevails and rules the weak empowering his sovereignity overall reaking havoc and control,

It is said he was born from the manifestation of evil himself, the epitome of defiance,

"May i ask another question?, what is my purpose here?"

"Filthy human, why ofcourse you are to attend our highness in given tendency he sees fit so you better behave lest you incur our highnesses wrath,"

As they were talking they came across another grand door, in which resides the master the young servant kept talking about.

Anticipation and anxiousness was all he felt before the seemingly towering door swung open and revealed something the catched the youths marble and attention, ah yest it was.