Prologue
He’s a cold blooded killer roaming endlessly throughout the realms. Labelled as a child prodigy before birth in the forbidden arts, his life was decided upon before he could open his eyes for the first time. A deep ocean of selfish expectations was laid upon the new-born child to succeed even though it would inevitably destroy him. Neglecting the child for a supposed greater cause, the child’s clan commissioned him to start witnessing the world he’d eventually rule.
At the young shocking age of 4 months he was exposed to blood. The metallic scent was one of the strongest scents he’d come into contact with. Enemies of the clan would be slaughtered to desensitise the child to blood. Every day the child would be carried into the cold storage room, extremely uncomfortable from the icy bitterness, and stare at pools of dripping crimson syrup in a state of shock which within a month had become severe boredom to him. At 6 months old he began witnessing public executions. By being held in isolation before and after these vile acts of violence, it made him long for exposure to the outside world which ultimately lead him to look forward to witnessing murder, further desensitizing him. Whilst held in isolation he was taught the codes of the clan. Firstly he was to never trust anyone outside the clan. The mere thought would lead to weakness and the vulnerability to betrayal and possibly death. Too many young members had been murdered and the family’s secrecy jeopardized. Especially as such a prized possession he could not unnecessarily put himself or the family in danger. Secondly he was never to smile unless completely warranted and appropriate to his mission. Emotions were a hindrance to such a family. Such emotions directly affected the execution of one’s art. Lastly he was never to leave or betray the clan. Such a disgraceful act would result in his own assassination as well as those close to him. Every day he would be taught the clan’s code until he was old enough to recite it.
“Our Kronos clan is an old and proud existence in the world’s history. Pivotal in the world’s political affairs, this clan among others dictates the revolutions as well as the downfalls. Through blood and sacrifice, the clan directly and indirectly influences the end of regimes and the start of new beginnings. As with all clans, once in several generations a gem is born. A gem destined to grow and cultivate the clan leading it to new horizons unimaginable. The previous gem was Ngozi Kronos, the founder of the clan as we have it. The next gem is Kholo Kronos. He will live for the clan and nothing else. He will adhere to the clan’s law and using his latent abilities transform the clan".
As such the young child grew up with intense mental and physical training. Few relationships made, the child grew up powerful but lonely. Heartless and desensitized, he begun assassinations at the age of 8. Such skills at a young age, once again reinforced the belief that he would be the fated leader they’ve long sought after. However he wasn’t the gem they envisioned. He had a flaw of a trace humanity and morality that desperately clung to his heart, refusing to be lost. As such he grew to hate the clan and its violent ways. When the opportunity arose, he vanished without a trace. To this day his whereabouts are unknown but it’s believed that he is still alive. After all, he is the gem of the mighty Kronos clan.
