Disclaimer. Unfortunately, Magi is not mine. Neither is Judal or Kougyoku. Ah.. so unfair… the things I'd do to them :D

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Prologue

An eye for an eye

He'd kill him. Torture him and slaughter him like a pig. Even if he was a monster amongst monsters, even if he had seven djins at his disposal and even more household vessels, he'd destroy him completely. Sinbad and everything he loved. Because he is a magi and he is Judal and no one is stronger than his hate.

Black rukh fluttered around him and any white ones that seemed to exist were instantly blackened immediately after touching the surface of his extended presence… And his presence could travel very far.

He closed his ruby red eyes and clutched his staff tighter to his heart, the ruby on its tip faded, broken after a fit of rage and dead. Dead like her. He bit his lip to keep from screaming and dug his nails far deep inside his hand until he felt the breaking of skin and heard the blood dripping to temporarily focus and feel this pain and not the other.

Blood filled his mouth and the fallen magi reveled in its disgusting, copper taste. His blood in his mouth was burning hot, raging and alive unlike hers. She is dead, taking with her whatever life Judal had still inside him and how he absolutely fucking despised her. That selfish, ugly hag how could she? How dare she?

Gone… gone. Leaving him all alone, in the place where he was as friendless and as frowned upon as her, the whore's daughter and the demon child. The one place where he'd promised himself and the her inside his mind that would be, once the time was right, at their feet.

He'd make her an Empress and he'd be her God and together, an Empress and a God would pass judgement. They'd rule those beneath them in such a way that the Red in her name would be associated with the blood he'd make it rain for her sake, rather than the finery of her jewels.

Now.. now nothing matters. Now he'll burn this world to ashes, because a world without her presence is a sin in itself.

But before this..

He stared with unseeing, dead, red eyes at the ruby his staff held that was once a present from her and swore.

Whatever it takes. Whatever it costs.

Sinbad was going to fucking die.

And he'll have him watch his kingdom burned and his people scream and suffer in the same way he watched her slip away from his fingers.