hello! thanks for visiting my story!

now that summer is around the corner, I'm finally starting a big gwevin story (yay!). that's right. a multi-chap AU. I've been working on this story for quite some time now. a year maybe. I finally feel like it's ready to post. now, this is just the prologue, the first chapter needs some more editing, but it should be up within in the next week.

before I really get into this, I'd like to thank my girl, Kevin be my life, because she convinced me to finally post this:) you're always super supportive and I can't thank you enough. love you, babe!

also, just a warning in advance, I do suffer from mental illness, and because of that, I often find it difficult to get myself to write. I have to be in the right mood and have the motivation and such. this means that I can't promise scheduled updates. I will have much more free time when summer comes, so updates will be more often, but it's not like they'll be weekly or anything. I don't know when they'll be.

anyway, this is my first multi-chap fic, so I can't say it'll be the greatest story you've ever read. I'm still figuring a lot of plot-related stuff. bear with me throughout this.

now that I've gotten all that out of the way, thanks again for coming! I really hope you enjoy! :)


Prologue


"When I'm done with you, I will see to it personally that you are sentenced to a lifetime in the Null Void."

"I'd like to see you try."

The sword's metallic hum sliced through the air, the noise wedging itself between King Maximus' eardrums and the other sounds around him that couldn't find their own entrance.

It was all red. His eyes were blinded by it. Burning hatred, numbing every sense except his warlike instincts.

Anger radiated off him as if he were made from it. One foot in front of the other, his throat burned with a battle cry, racing towards his opponent, the infamous Kevin Levin.

Kevin only chuckled at him, his laughter antagonistic and devilish. Before pouncing to his feet, he spit a small mouthful of scarlet blood onto the ground nearby.

King Maximus became more agitated by his adversary finding this battle amusing, his chest constricting with the breaths he struggled to produce. Rage slithered like an unwanted snake into his tone, interweaving itself between each and every word. "You killed my people! Tried to kill my grandson! You deserve to rot in the Null Void with the rest of the criminal scum!"

The surface of his demeanor was mockingly jestful, but it was clear to see the hunger for battle and revenge nearly breaking the exterior shell. Nearly. "'Scum'? Really? I'm hurt, Max." Sarcasm latched on like a leech to his sentences.

Kevin ducked as the king's sword took a swipe at his head.

After missing his target, Maximus straightened for a moment. Eyes narrowed into thin slits, he peered at the younger man. "You won't get away with your crimes. You will pay," he growled, shifting the position of his weapon, "In your own blood."

Kevin grinned, evil mischievousness brightening his dark pupils. "Go ahead. I dare you, old man."

Maximus flexed his fingers. He proceeded to let loose a final wail of rage, honoring the people lost that day due to Kevin Levin's bloodlust.