The day started as any other day for Arkan.
Spending his morning eating with his parents and siblings.
Most of them giving him looks of contempt and disappointment the entire time.
Though, that was just like any other day, that's what happens when someone of a thriving demonic clan reaches the age of 17, still without any mana or aura.
They were one of the overlords of the entire continent they resided in.
Demons descended from the great demon of pride.
Just as usual, he was getting ready to get an earful or even a beating after breakfast.
But, that never happened, instead bells began ringing through the entire castle.
People started running frantically and he could see the servants grabbing swords, knives and all kinds of weapons.
Their faces etched with anger and hatred.
"Hey."
Trying to grab their attention to understand what was going on, he called out to them.
Only for them to not even spare him a glance and kept running.
Before long, his father found him, the pride of the family.
The current demon of pride.
His short black hair and baleful red eyes staring him down.
Just as Arkan was about to ask, he was cut off.
"Get down to the room in the basement we talked about."
That was all he said before turning around again.
"Why? Are we under attack? Tell me?!"
Before he could continue his father sent him a sharp glare.
"Listen to your father you ungrateful brat! Wait there until you hear from me!"
His mana flared up and Arkan could barely breath, he laid chest flat on the pristine marble floors.
Sparing his son a second glance before taking hurried steps down the corridor.
A few seconds later when Arkan could breathe properly again he quietly entered the basement.
And without a second thought he pushed open the huge, enchanted door.
It took all the power in his body to just move it enough to squeeze through the gap.
Closing it as fast as he opened it, he sat down on the floor.
"There is nothing? Except for that old plaque."
He went to the corner of the room and picked up a pitch-black cracked plaque.
It was so worn out he couldn't read the text on it or find anything special, so he placed it back at sat down on the bare floor.
"A demon of pride hiding in the basement."
"Heh."
Thinking about his circumstances he laughed at himself, at his situation.
"So, I'm not strong enough to even be close to the battlefield."
Though, he didn't get stuck in melancholy, he quickly realised something.
"Why am I the only one here?"
"I have siblings who are young and don't have any power either."
His brain started working way faster than usual, trying to understand why he was placed in this room.
Though he was weak, that didn't mean everything else was bad.
He had naturally developed fast thinking to make up for the lack in power.
He spent the next hour or so thinking of all the possibilities, but a thundering voice stopped him.
"Arkan!"
"Drop your blood on the plaque!"
Before he could even stand up, another voice boomed.
"Hehe he, prepared, are we?"
A ferocious voice sounded across the entire mountain the castle was built upon.
Though he was intrigued, he quickly did as he was told and picked up the plaque, just as he had bit a hole in his thumb.
He heard his father once more.
"You will succeed, I belie…"
"Gurhhh"
The voice abruptly stopped and changed to a gurgling sound.
'Father!'
He gritted his teeth so hard they were almost breaking, his nails digging into his palms.
"Now, where are you dear child?"
Another voice sounded, this one of a female.
He remembered both their voices, first was the demon of wrath, and the woman was the current demon of greed.
Arkens eyes lost all their hope and they turned stone cold.
Hatred seeping through his entire being as he let the blood drip on the plaque.
'They will pay for this! I promise them that!'
As soon as the blood touched the plaque,
A terrifying black energy seeped out of it and swallowed him whole.
The two demons soon stood in the empty room he was just in.
"Nothing!?"
"There must be something! And I want it!"
The entire room was empty, no sign of the boy or the plaque.
Arkan soon woke up in some sort of space.
The entire area was pitch black, he felt himself floating in nothing.
Before he could even wonder where he was, he was interrupted.
"Oh, hello child."
A distorted voice sounded in his head, speaking directly to his brain.
"Who are y…"
"Not important, we will get to that."
"Now shut up and listen."
Arkan did as he was told and waited for the voice to talk again.
"We were once the second most feared clan in all of existence."
"A clan of demons so strong that no one would even dare to glance at us."
"A clan so strong that we made all of the worlds shake at just the mention of us."
"Oh, how we have fallen."
'We?'
'Is he also a part of our clan?'
"Well, technically no."
"I am your clan."
"I founded your clan."
"I brought the worlds to their knees along with the empress."
"We were unstoppable."
Arkan could hear a tinge of sadness on the voice before it quickly went back to normal again.
"I will awaken you."
"And send you to the empresses descendant."
"Our clans will one day rule again!"
"The day we rise, along with whoever it is now, is not far off!"
'Whose descendant!?'
Arkan tried to ask, but no voice came out.
"That isn't important, just know this child."
"You will survive."
"You will thrive."
"And you will ascend."
"Serve the duchess well and all will happen accordingly."
'Serve? What do you men serve?'
Arkans thoughts were racing at astronomical speeds, trying to take it all in and understand.
Though, the voice no longer humoured him.
"Bring forth a new world."
"A world where your name is feared."
"A world where your name is so connected to theirs"
"A world where we are back together"
"Back after thousands of years."
"O child of Pride, bring forth our wrath onto this world!"