The Hated Son of The Renowned Family Returns

I was a pushover my whole life.

I let others walk all over me. (I am truly ashamed of myself.)

Since I had weak magic attributes, I was the black sheep of my family.

My family was world-renowned and known for producing the best magic swordsmen ever.

When I was born, I was the first to talk and walk and showed signs of mana inside my body. My family thought I would be the one to succeed them, the one to make the Maxwell family even greater.

But by the time I hit 6 years old, my mana didn't grow any larger and my magical ability diminished more.

I was hated. 

My brothers and sisters loathed me. 

My little brother, Malis Maxwell was a good kid. I taught all the magic I knew when we were younger. I played with him all the time.

But, as we grew older I could see him start to distance himself from me. I guessed it was the fault of my own family.

He was a generational talent.

He had the affinity for not one, but multiple magical elements. Then and there, my family knew he would be the one to succeed them. I was left in the dark.

I became just another person to them. I was no longer a noble, they saw me as a peasant. 

I did everything I could. I trained every day and worked my magic until I fainted, and this still got me nowhere. 

Why couldn't I grow? What was wrong with me? Why me? Why me God?

I cried a lot. I was already at that big age and was crying like a baby. How pathetic I am. My little brother, whom I cherished so much, started to resent me.

And even in swordsmanship, I was nothing. I had no talent for it, my body was perfectly capable of wielding and using a sword. But, something inside prevented me from doing so.

So, no magic and no swordsmanship. I had nothing.

One day, my mother came to me and told me my father wanted to speak to me.

I went and followed them, only to find something horrifying.

My own family had decided to kill me once and for all.

They saw no reason to keep a flaw like me in the world. 

"A man like you will only bring bad to the Maxwell family name," They said.

I was weak, I couldn't fight them if I wanted to.

I fell to my knees and pleaded with them. I told them how I tried, how It wasn't my fault, but they didn't care.

Their eyes held nothing but hate, resentment, disgust, and pure hostility. And at that point, I knew, they truly—wanted me dead.

I looked at the ground, clenching my fist and jaw.

But then my sadness turned to rage.

I screamed at them, all that hatred and rage I built up over the years just spilled out.

"How dare you speak to us like that!" 

I didn't care anymore. If I was gonna die, I was going to let it all out.

They struck me with their blades, deep slashes now embedded all over my body while my blood gushed from the wounds. 

I lay on the pavement, gasping for air and trying to hold onto whatever bit of life I had left.

I breathed in, my hatred still as strong as ever.

"I promise—I'll come back!...I'll remember this! I HATE ALL OF YOU!"

They laughed. It was a mocking and mirthful laugh. They didn't care, not one bit.

I felt my eyelids growing heavy, my breathing was getting extremely relaxed and was slowing down, my vision blurring as well as my hearing slowly fading out. I was dying.

'So, this is the end huh.....' I thought.

'I promise...I will kill them all...I will...I must..'

....

"What is this voice?...this energy I feel...It's been a long time since something reached me. So who is it?"

Sealed in divine chains of crimson, the Demon of Destruction spoke to himself.

With 4 dark horns with each their unique look, a humanoid but extremely pale body, demonic red eyes, and 4 dark wings he was no doubt a demon.

For 9999 years he had been sealed.

Nothing had ever reached him in this, unknown abandoned wasteland of pure mana.

The people who sealed him were very much long dead and gone.

But he had remained, and will continue to remain, or so he thought.

But why now? why was he hearing and feeling this weird energy now?

No noise, no voices, no magic, not a single voice or being had seen or reached him in multiple millennia.

It was growing stronger.

Before the voice fully reached him.

'I hate them all. I despise—loathed them! I will come back, I can't die now, I can't!.... I must... kill...'

The Demon of Destruction was surprised by this, "Such hatred. I've never felt pure rage and hatred for multiple people like this. This boy is dangerous. And what is that?...this ominous energy inside of him? like a chain?"

...

'Where am I? This slime-like feeling around me, is warm and comforting....is this death? I guess....I'll just go— No!... I have to get out of here...I need to do something, I need to become a curse or ghost or something! I must kill them! I must...!'

"Kekeke....wow, not even death can hold you hm?..."

I was surprised by this voice, who was it? was it death itself? 

"Who's talking to me?..."

The voice spoke louder and clearer, "I, am the Demon of Destruction. Sealed for 9999 years, something had brought me to you. I can help you. Just get me out of here, I'd rather be anywhere else but this place."

I was confused and hesitant, a demon? how do I know he won't just kill me?

'wait, I'm already dead....what's the worst that he could do?'

"You'll help me right?"

"Yeah. so—"

"Then, help me kill those bastards."

"I saw it, your hatred for those people. Fine, I'll help you. I'll even send you back. Just get me out of this place and I'll free you from death, just this once."

'....'

"Fine."

A light shines.

My body starts to float up toward the light.

I reached out to it, I guess this was the light that would send me back.

"We accidentally made a contract. But don't worry it's not like you sold your soul or anything. Just a mutual contract. I help you and you help me."

"I....this light is blinding."

"See you there."

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