Prologue

Cowardice is deadly even more than disloyalty __

Hydraeus Hydra. Stormgod. First of his name.

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Kyrexiel Hydraeus was a coward. His mother knew it. His people knew it and he knew it himself. His father didn't know before his death. But he's gone now, trampled to death by the God Emperor's fist.

Kyrexiel looked around his room almost blindly. It was a large room and with his position, it had expensive beds and cushions, a large window stood closed beside the wooden wardrobe in one corner.

But it had all been pushed aside in favor of a large pentagram formation circle on the floor. The formation was made with the blue blood of the Lernaean Hydra that lay dead not far from it.

His eyes kept flickering to the dead girl. Her head was cut off completely, and it was a mistake on his part. Kyrexiel only wanted to cut part of her hand. But she wouldn't stop healing and her cries kept getting higher. And his own hands were shaking too badly.

It had surprised him that he had that much strength to cut a head. It gave him hope that maybe, he still had a chance to redeem himself.

He knew he had gone too far this time and his mother would not take things lightly with him. Killing each other was not something that should happen in a family after all. At least not in the open.

But he smiled through cracked lips. "It'll be okay. Everything will be. I'll soon stand in front of them all and not avoid their eyes."

With that firmly in mind, Kyrexiel finished the last part of the formation. And then he stood and clutched the book he was holding tight.

It was the only thing that could protect him now. He saw the book while he was browsing the restricted part of the library. It was in the forbidden part and it spoke of how one can summon the ancient spirit of bravery to one's body.

And that was exactly what Kyrexiel needed. He needed the power of the ancient. It was the only thing that could save him. Save his Great Clan.

But he needed a powerful Bloodline. One still strong enough to call ancient spirit. Kyrexiel could not use himself, he hated the sight of his blood. He hated pain. And fighting.

He stood over the circle and with his Bloodline energy, he powered the formation. It shone a cold blue that lit up the room and sent Kyrexiel stumbling as it entered his sensitive eyes.

As he stumbled, his right leg shot forward and erased a tiny bit of the circle. The blue light of the circle turned to an angry red and Kyrexiel jerked as something took hold of his chest and pulled.

He opened his mouth and screamed as his soul tore out of his body with force and was sent spinning in darkness.

'This...this was not how it should go' Was his last thought before darkness filled him.