2026-09-02 20:10:00Kelvin landed heavily on the fractured obsidian tiles, the impact jarring through his already cracked ribs. He let out a strangled yell, groaning in agonized pain as his vision blurred with red. Blood and dirty floor water seeped through his threadbare clothes. Shaking violently, he pushed his bloodied hands onto the stone and looked up toward the raised dais where Dean Martins stood in his pristine crimson robes.
“Please Dean Martins, please” Kelvin begged, his raw, tear-streaked voice breaking against the heavy atmosphere. “Don't do this, I'm just a cleaner please, I beg you!”
A cold, mocking chuckle rippled across the grand dais. Dean Martins didn't offer a single shred of mercy, instead his eyes glinted with arrogant amusement.
Below the platform, Noah, Alaric, Seraphina, and Chloe watched from the safety of their defensive formation. Despite the looming threat of the beasts, their panic vanished the second they realized who had been thrown to the wolves.
“Look at him crawling!” Noah yelled, breaking into a cruelty-filled laugh.
“Cry louder, trash and show us those non-magical tears” Alaric added, breathing out a relief breath
“Serves him right!” Seraphina jeered, crossing her arms with a delighted smirk. “He's finally doing something useful with his worthless life!” she added joyfully
“An offering for the beasts” Chloe laughed, clapping her silk-gloved hands together as the surrounding crowd of noble students caught on, shouting mock cheers and laughing excitedly at the sight of the helpless cleaner being offered as live livestock.
To them, Kelvin was less than a human being. His desperate, pathetic pleas were nothing more than entertainment before the main show.
Kelvin cried out, sobbing openly as he crawled on his knees, his broken fingers scraping against the rough floor, “Please, someone help me, i don't want to die”
No one stepped forward or hand was extended. There was no escape, no pity, and no way out. Dean Martins raised his hand, looking down at the terror-stricken cleaner with utter disdain. He turned his gaze to the two eight-foot shadow-Stalkers with his voice amplified by magic so it echoed over the courtyard like a decree.
“Feed on his useless body” Martins commanded coldly, waving his hand toward Kelvin as if tossing scraps to feral hounds
“Take your fill of this worthless meat and leave the academy!” He included.
The larger of the two Shadow-Stalkers snarled, its crimson eyes flaring with primal hunger. It took two massive, earth-shaking strides forward, its towering frame casting a massive, terrifying shadow over Kelvin’s small, shivering form. The beast reached down with a massive, razor-clawed hand, snapping its razor-sharp mandibles together as it hoisted Kelvin off the ground by his collar to devour him whole.
Kelvin squeezed his eyes shut, weeping helplessly, waiting for his skull to be crushed between the beast's jaws.
Alas!
The second the creature’s massive claws wrapped around Kelvin’s frame, a sudden, violent shudder went through its body. The glowing red light in the monster's eyes instantly sputtered and went dark. The beast let out a sharp, suffocating gasp, dropped Kelvin onto the hard floor like a hot iron, and backed away as if it had just touched a divine flame.
Both Shadow-Stalkers began breathing heavily, their thick, chitinous chests heaving violently in absolute agony. The dark, magical aura that surrounded them collapsed entirely. The beasts whimpered a terrified, high-pitched sound their massive tails tucking between their legs as they recoiled from Kelvin in sheer, unadulterated terror.
Before anyone could comprehend what was happening, the two Apex predators turned their backs on the crowd, slammed their claws against the stone, and scrambled frantically toward the broken library window, fleeing for their lives as if the helpless cleaner was a god of death.
The students' laughter froze on their lips. Seraphina’s smile vanished, Noah’s jaw dropped open, and Dean Martins’ staff slipped an inch in his trembling grip.
Every single eye in the academy stared at Kelvin, completely in shock.
“What could be happening?” Dean Martin's was dumbfounded.
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A Taste
The heavy velvet curtains of the hovering imperial carriage swayed gently as it glided away from Aetherion Academy, leaving behind a courtyard of weeping nobles, clattering broomsticks, and the utterly broken pride of the academy's former elite.Inside, Kelvin leaned back against the deep crimson cushions, staring out the darkened crystal window. Outside, the night sky was alive with the soft glow of flying griffin escorts and distant floating spires. Beside him sat the Kingmaker, his ancient hands resting quietly atop his crystal-capped dragon staff."You handled the academy with remarkably cold precision, Your Royal Highness," the Kingmaker observed softly, breaking the quiet hum of the anti-gravity engine. "Stripping the Valerius boy and his clique of their nobility while turning the Arch-Mage into a groundskeeper... it sends a message that will shake the high houses to their very foundations."Kelvin didn't turn his head as he replied, "They made my life a living hell for three mo
The Beginning of his Era
The blinding gleam of gold trade bars reflected off the deep, dark shadow silk of Kelvin’s robes. He stood at the edge of the cavernous vault, his mind numb, listening to the heavy, expectant silence that followed the Kingmaker’s question.“When should we begin planning your grand coronation as our new King?”The words hung in the subterranean air, thick and suffocating. Behind the ancient old man, a dozen high ministers, imperial generals, and senior arch-mages remained bent at the waist.Kelvin took a slow, deliberate step backward, pulling his eyes away from the glittering hills of gold and platinum sigils. He looked down at his clean, bandaged hands that, just twelve hours ago, were bleeding from scrub-brush bristles.“I haven't said yes” Kelvin spoke, his voice sharp enough to cut through the vault's ambient hum.The Kingmaker slowly raised his head, a flicker of polite confusion crossing his aged face, “Your Highness? The sacred prophecy is absolute. The Primeval Zero-Seal upon
Our New King
The transition from the dirt of the academy to the zenith of absolute, unimaginable luxury occurred far faster than Kelvin could process his own breath.He was escorted down the grand marble steps of the Academy, passing through rows of hundreds of silent, trembling mages and students who pressed their faces into the wet gravel. Guided by the Kingmaker himself, Kelvin was ushered into the rear passenger compartment of a vehicle unlike anything he had ever seen or imagined.It was a hovering, obsidian-black limousine forged from enchanted star-steel, powered by a silent gravity-engine that glided two feet above the ground without a single vibration. The window glass was dark, privacy-shielded crystal, and the spacious interior was lined with crimson velvet, gold-leaf trimming, and crystal carafes of chilled, glowing nectar. It was a machine that made Earth's finest hypercars look like rusted, primitive toys.Kelvin sat stiffly on the plush leather seats, his eyes wide with lingering sh
Our Long -Lost Prince
Kelvin stood frozen, his jaw slightly open, his mind struggling to process the absurd, surreal scene unfolding across the clinic floor. The supreme political authority of the entire continent, a man who held the divine right to crown emperors, dismantle kingdoms, and execute high-tier Arch-Mages with a single command was kneeling at his bare feet, pressing his crystal crown against the polished wood like a common beggar.“Your... Royal Highness? I think you have to have the wrong person. I am just a cleaner. I scrub floors, haul trash, spent three months getting beaten for missing a spot on the tiles” Kelvin stammered, his raspy voice cracking as he instinctively backed away. His heels dug into the soft carpet until his spine hit the plush edge of the medical bed.The Kingmaker slowly lifted his head, his piercing, violet eyes glowing with absolute, terrifying certainty. The old man turned his stern gaze toward Noah, Alaric, and their heavy noble cronies who were still groaning in poo
Welcome back, Your Royal Highness
“M-Master?”Noah’s voice cracked into a thin, pathetic wheeze, the word scraping out of his throat as if he were choking on dry ash. Beside him, Alaric stood completely petrified, his jaw hanging open, his hands trembling violently within his silver-trimmed sleeves. Behind them, Seraphina and Chloe clutched each other’s arms in sheer, paralyzed terror, their faces drained of every drop of color.Around the storm-battered courtyard, hundreds of rain-drenched students watched the scene in utter, suffocating disbelief. Dean Martins, the terrifying Arch-Mage, the absolute sovereign of the Aetherion Academy whose very name made regional lords tremble was kneeling knee-deep in the muddy water, his forehead pressed so hard against the dry stone floor at Kelvin’s bare feet that his knuckles turned white.Martins slowly lifted his head, tears streaming down his water-logged face, his amber eyes wide with a horrified, desperate remorse.“Forgive me, My Lord! Forgive this blind, foolish, wretch
He was Called, 'Master'
He threw his entire body straight through the narrowing two-foot gap of the giant iron gates, just as the heavy anti-trespass runes flared to seal the lock. He tumbled violently across the courtyard stone, crashing onto his knees right at the feet of the shocked perimeter guards.The surrounding students, who had just begun to disperse back to their warm dormitories, halted in utter disbelief.“Did he just come back?’ Noah shouted, pointing at Kelvin and breaking into a loud, mocking laugh.“The trash actually crawled back inside. Did he miss the taste of my boot?” Alaric scoffed “He really is a brainless pest” Seraphina giggled, shielding her mouth with her silk-gloved hand as Chloe laughed hysterically beside her.Dean Martins stopped dead in his tracks, slowly turning his tall, crimson-robed frame around. His sharp facial features contorted, transforming from mild boredom into pure, terrifying indignation “You dare step foot inside these sacred gates again, insect?” Martins spoke
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