Without the Darklord you can't do anything, huh?

It was a darkness that enveloped the atmosphere, a silence that permeated the air, and a peacefulness that enshrouded the room. As I gradually opened my eyes, the voices of others gradually became audible, and suddenly, the tranquility was shattered.

"...ook.. he..open…yes."

"..t..ank…od."

With every new arrival, a new life begins, and with every farewell, another passes away. Such is the natural cycle of existence, a constant ebb and flow of birth and death, a constant reminder of the fleeting nature of all things. As a new life entered the world, another was ushered out, and so the cycle of life continued.

This new arrival was no ordinary birth, it was the birth of a child, a male child. He had jet-black hair and gleaming yellow eyes, and yet, despite the typical cries of a newborn, he remained silent, staring blankly at his parents. His parents, not thinking much of it, named him Sei, and raised him as they would any other child.

As time passed, Sei grew and learned to walk, to talk, and eventually to wield a sword under the guidance of his father, living in a peaceful village where monsters and other dangers were non-existent. His father, Rei, would leave to chop wood, leaving Sei and his mother, Lifae, at home where she would tend to him, feeding him and taking care of him. And so, Sei grew up in a safe and loving environment, never once suspecting the perilous fate that awaited him in the future.

At the ripe age of twelve, Sei had already surpassed his father in terms of skill and prowess with the sword. Though he had always kept his true abilities hidden, he couldn't help but let his talents shine through during their daily sparring sessions.

As they crossed blades, Sei executed a series of fluid and precise movements, each one designed to catch his father off guard. Dodging his father's strikes with ease, Sei counter-attacked with lightning-fast strikes of his own, putting pressure on his father at every turn.

His father, though a skilled warrior in his own right, struggled to keep up with Sei's aggressive and unorthodox fighting style. Sei, with a cunning grin on his face, feigned an upward slash, causing his father to raise his sword to defend himself, but instead of striking his father with his sword, Sei released his grip and hit his father with a well-placed fist, landing dangerously close to his father's ribcage. His father gasped in surprise and Sei, maintaining his facade, apologized and helped his father to stand up. While Rei trying to balance his footing, He couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Though his son had trained with him for many years, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something different about him today.

"Sei, you..." Rei muttered, disbelief etched on his face.

A sly grin spread across Sei's lips as he replied,

"It just came to my mind to do that, Father. Perfectly just a coincidence."

But there was nothing coincidental about Sei's movements, his precision and skill far surpassed Rei's own. He had been keeping this side of himself hidden for years, biding his time and waiting for the perfect opportunity to reveal his true malevolent nature.

"Oh well right! There's no way a 12 kid can surpass a 27 years old warrior, hahaha!" Rei spoke, attempting to lighten the mood as he laughed nervously.

Sei feigned laughter, his expression as cold and emotionless as ever. As he heard his mother's call for brunch, he quickly discarded his wooden sword, but not before turning to his father with a smirk and a promise to one day show him true strength.

As they sat down to eat, Rei couldn't shake the feeling that his son was hiding something, and he couldn't shake the feeling that it was something sinister. As the night drew to a close and the peaceful village slipped into slumber, Sei found himself in the sanctity of his own chambers, perusing a tome of a most peculiar nature. The book was bound in a manner that was quite unordinary, and the cover was locked shut with a mysterious mechanism that piqued his curiosity.

With an inquisitive mind, he pried open the lock and delved into the contents of the book. It was a grimoire, filled with nefarious techniques for tormenting and tormenting others. The words on its pages seemed to writhe and squirm, as if they were alive and eager to be put into practice.

But it was the final inscription on the last page of the book that truly captured Sei's attention. It was written in a language he did not understand. But there was a catch, a condition that had to be met, a phrase that said "you must have nothing to lose."

Sei was puzzled, he didn't understand the meaning of the condition, so he took the book and went to the village to ask the villagers and explore the jungle, searching for clues. He went to the end of the earth to find out where this book was produced, He was determined to find the true meaning of the sentence. Finally, after years of research, he managed to unlock the secrets of the book and decipher the meaning of the inscription. He realized that it was written in a demon language, and he didn't know how this book found its way into this peaceful village, but it didn't matter. He had discovered the key to unlocking the secrets of the Cursed Land.

If I combine the text here, and the new sentence that I just discovered, It will produce..this..sentence?

"Verily, those who yearn for might and serenity, shall make pilgrimage to the Land of the Damned, situated at the very northernmost reaches."

As Sei delved deeper into the pages of the bizarre tome, the cryptic sentence at the end of the book seemed to take on a newfound level of significance. Though the words were still shrouded in obscurity, Sei felt compelled to uncover the hidden meaning they held.

With a manic laughter bubbling in his throat, he rose from his bed and crept silently through the halls of his family's home. His mind was set on one goal: to acquire the real sword of his father.

The rain beat a staccato rhythm against the windows as Sei eased open the door to his parents' bedroom. With precision and care, Sei discovered the gleaming sword resting near his father's bedside, lying in wait for its rightful owner to claim it, without any hesitation he took it. Then moved with the stealth of a predator, he approached his mother's sleeping form. Without hesitation, he placed the sharpened blade against her throat and, with a swift, sure motion, he drew the sword across her flesh.

Lifae awoke with a start, the sensation of warm blood pouring from her neck drawing a scream from her lips. His mother's eyes locked onto his, filled with a mix of confusion, fear, and betrayal before she fell into deathly silence. The sound of her dying gurgles woke his father, who in a split of second understood what was happening, the cries of pain and anguish echoed throughout the house as he witnessed his wife brutally murdered by his own son.