Prologue
A lone figure strolled down the hallways of the Royal Family's castle. It was headed to the nursery where the Duchess of the Fon Fabre family was giving birth.
The figure stepped into a shaft of moonlight that shone through an open window. It was dressed in a silver and white battle suit and was male.
The man had come for Zwei, the twin of Luke the 'Sacred Flame' and the one he knew was meant for the mysterious eight fonstone. Yes, he already knew the name of the young one despite the babe not being born yet; named for that matter as well. As far as he knew, the Fon Fabre and the Royal Family knew nothing about the second child, the twin. It would stay that way until it was time for the babe to return as a full-grown man. Yes, the man also knew the unborn babe was male.
He opened the door to the birthing room and was just in time to notice the birth of the first twin, Luke. Jumping into action, the man quickly used an All-Divide to stop time. He rushed over to the frozen Duchess and quickly performed a precise and accurate Caesarean Section on her abdomen. He had to work quickly otherwise he would spotted and arrested with the unknown child in hand once the All-Divide wore off. Using a Seventh Fonon Hymn and a simple splash, he healed the woman's cut until it no longer existed and cleaned off the babe. He wrapped the sleeping child in silky white linen and held the precious bundle close to his healthy, beating heart. The man launched himself through the open window and into the night just as the All-Divide wore off.
A young, female child, no older than 3 and no younger than 2, padded through the various hallways of the castle.
Her name was Natalia Kimlasca-Lanvaldear, the loved Princess of the Kimlasca empire and the pride and joy of his Majesty, King Ingobert the Third.
She was returning to her rooms from the kitchen with a small glass of water in her tiny, pudgy hands. A small flash of black appeared in the corner of her eye and, being the ever curious childe she was, she just had to look. Outside the window, on one of the pillars, was the black silhouette of a winged man. He was also watching her.
A large shaft of moonlight poured its heavenly essence on the man and she saw what he truly looked like. In her eyes, he was an angel with a blessing bestowed upon him if that precious bundle in his arms meant anything.
He winked at her before he unfurled his pearl white wings and launched himself into the big round moon.
She knew he would hear her. Angels always seemed to have the best hearing.
"Goodbye, Tenshi!"
A small child with hair as bright as a sunset on a summer's night and dark as the red paint of life, held the hand of an elderly man.
The man was on his deathbed and beside him, the child he came to call his grandchild.
"Zwei... Zwei Ushiromiya... This is good by child. I am so proud of you... Please, after I die tonight, I want you to carry on the Ushiromiya clan's name... You are my successor and the new clan head... Goodbye my grandchild..." The elderly man coughed as he gripped the hand of Zwei Ushiromiya.
"But Grandfather! You can't die now!" Zwei cried, tears pouring down his face.
"I must... It's time for someone else to take this path... Will you do that for me?"
"I... I don't like it... But if I must... I will..."
"Here... This belongs... To you now..." Grandfather smiled softly as he slipped the Ushiromiya clan ring of his finger and placed it on his grand child's finger. "I still remember... that fateful night when you... joined our family. I had taken you from your... birth mother... and held you close to my heart in those silky white... wrappings you... have kept till now. I still remember... Princess Natalia Kimlasca-Lanvaldear…. watching us through the window... and as I took off into the night, I remember hearing her whisper... 'Goodbye Angel'."
"Hush. Save your strength Grandfather..."
"T... There is no point... In saving my strength... Goodbye Zwei..." Grandfather's tight grip faltered and lessened until the bony, fragile hand hit the pillow with a dull thud. The slightly, cloudy, amber eyes of the former clan head, closed and his head rolled to the side. The chest of the elderly man gave one more lurch and heave before going slack and the Grandfather.
Zwei felt a punishing and painful burst of emotions swell up in his chest. He couldn't stop himself, he threw his head back and screamed and howled in anguish and sorrow. He roared his anguish and pain at the heavens and all the other occupants of the island felt the new head's pain through his song.
No one noticed the gigantic wave that towered their tiny Isle of Feres in its spot.
An elderly man walked along the shore of Kimlasca-Lanvaldear. He had spiky silver hair and an engineer's uniform on.
He climbed up a small hill and stopped. The man stared down at the small shape of a male child lying face first in the sand. He rushed forward and started checking the body for life.
The young boy held a striking resemblance to the Duchess of Fon Fabre's household's son, Luke Fon Fabre. However, the boy's hair was a bit lighter and he had a smaller stature and appearance. The child was also dressed in a pearl white kimono with a one-winged eagle in gold on his chest. A similar one-winged eagle was tattooed on his right bicep and left thigh. The boy was very much alive.
The elderly man considered his options for a moment before he made up his mind and lifted the boy into his arms.
'I will not create a Replica and abandon him in this world. Instead, I will put Lorelei's gift and treasure into good use.' The old man thought as he ran towards Belkend to prepare for his trip for Choral Castle.
If the man had gone farther along the coast, he would have come across a young girl with rosy pink hair in a similar position.
A young Luke fell to his knees beside an old tree when he saw his servants, Guy, and other people of HIS house fawn over the redheaded imposter who looked just like him. He couldn't believe it. He had come back but this… this… THING had taken his life away from him.
He turned and just as he was about to run away, a small voice, so quiet no one but Luke could hear it, spoke up.
"I never. wanted this to happen. I'm sorry…. Luke… I had no choice..."
He whipped around and the sight literally broke his heart.
His imposter was the one that spoke to him. The other redheaded boy stared at him with such anguish and sorrow, Luke felt like he would split in two.
In his shock, Luke could do nothing but nod his head dumbly. The imposter smiled sincerely and entered the house when he was ushered into it; leaving Luke to stare at his retreating form.
A hand descended on his shoulder, startling the poor redhead. He jerked his head upward and his emerald eyes locked onto the eyes of Dorian General Van Grants.
"You shouldn't be here, Luke. It's time to go." He said as he lead Luke off into the forest.
Soon after, Luke became Asch the Bloody and his first interaction was long forgotten.