Bael castle, a monolithic structure dwarfing that of anything humanity could offer, spanning over a kilometre long and nearly two hundred metres tall at its peak it was the epitome of what bael stood for. Power! It's architectural design was similar to that of gothic style present in Europe from the twelve hundreds to early sixteen hundreds. However, when one is to look at the gargantuan structure to the human eye there is something ornately wrong with its design from the edges being to sharp, subtle colours incomprehensible to the retina it was... wrong, this unnerving bastion sat alone as though it believes itself to good for the rest of the world.

Lucian walked with pose and vigour a slight smirk noticeable only to the most perceptive of eyes adorned the young boys face. Zekram had returned. Briskly, he approached the grand hall all who passed him hung their heads, a form of greetings yes but to Lucian it meant so much more it was proof! From young he was told he was great that he alone would be the true ruler of the underworld no matter who those foolish Satan's threw at him he would crush them for Zekram had but one goal in mind for the talented young boy...perfect him.

In a great hall adorned with riches that would make even the most greedy of Pharos bow sat four people, an awkward silence was clear as no one dared speak all awaiting the arrival of the final bael. Sat on one side of a black sofa coated in royal fur was Zekram a man appearing around middle age his jet black hair and purple eyes was a dead giveaway for which house he belonged to his aura displayed strength and dignity expected of the first great king and leader of the great king faction his dictatorial control of the underworld has been every present for many a millennia. Upon a throne overlooking everyone a man in his late twenties with a arrogant personality his black hair slightly lighter in colour compared to his peers loomed over the rest with a fake authority this was Amon current head of bael and father to Lucian.

Sat adjacent two boys one noticeably younger than the other yet similar in looks the oldest a young man named sairaorg an outcast within the family being born powerless and without the power of destruction the baels specialty was taboo as a result him and his mother misla were sentenced to live in the far reaches of the bael territory where the shame they caused would be less felt. He had a large build and a serious disposition one look at him and you could tell he was a proud young man with determination in his eyes. As though they were opposites however was his younger half brother Magdaran they boy who looked to be around the age of eight his twitching and tapping upon the ornate wood floor was a clear sign of his uncomfortableness with the present situation.

"Pardon the interruption" a stern voice boomed out causing all present to turn to look at the new arrival.

"You're late"

lord baels voice echoed back with noticeably less vigour than the young boy

"now then we are all here so that should be all that matters yes...Lord bael?"

Zekram spoke dwarfing everyone in the room his cold face turned to meet the new arrival before a small smile tugged his lips upwards

"it has been a while since I last saw you Lucian I trust your well?"

Zekram questioned "

as always I am in excellent health my lord forgive my tardiness for the cold breeze that dusk offers blew my time away I'm afraid"

Lucian spoke with a hint of casualness compared to usual

"ha ha I'm afraid I to have been victim to the serenity that nature offers though I have always been a bigger fan of the calm midnight breeze myself"

Zekram calmly responded

"Why is that my little brother!"

Sairaorg bellowed before standing and approaching his brother dwarfing him in size and stature as his fully developed body loomed over the young boy despite this Lucian held his ground as sairaorg extended a warm handshake towards the younger of the half brothers.

"Tsk...greetings sairaorg I trust that you are well forgive me but I did not know you were allowed to journey to the bael residence on account of your...status"

Lucian remarked irritated that his peace was interrupted by his failure of a big brother

"I invited him here upon his and his mother's request"

Zekram quickly retorted earning a wide eyed stare from Lucian who was quickly trying to decipher what was going on all he knew was that it was of upmost importance raising his guard ever so slightly

"A...ah my...uh apologies Zekram I had not been made aware of this please forgive my outburst... my apologies sairaorg however forgive my questioning but if he is here then it must be something of the upmost importance"

"Hahahaha sharp as always little brother that's correct today you could argue decides baels future itself!"

"What!...what are you talking about answer me what is your aim sairaorg!"

Lucian retorted his uncaring disposition now replaced with a slightly frantic tone of voice noticeable to all present

"I want to be the head of bael"

Sairaorg confidently states

"Have you gone mad! I am not a charity the position is my damn birthright you forfeited that right when you where... where born as you are!"

"As I am?

Sairaorg questioned

"Deficient,useless pathetic you were born with nothing and yet you dare challenge me... ha...haha...hahahahahahahah that's laughable!"

Lucian childish side shone through as despite his cold outer layer even he was still just a child with a long way left to go before reaching maturity.

"Ah... I see so that's how you think of me little brother I understand your point were opposite after all you were born into greatness while i must fight to attain it and today is my first step towards greatness an...and I won't even let my family stand in my way!

Sairaorg adamantly returned raising his own voice yet his eyes held a hint of sadness based of his brother's comments as he hated the separation between them.

"So sairaorg you stand in front of the heir of bael what do you say"

Zekram asked his expressionless face returned glaring daggers at both boys sairaorg hesitated before pointing towards Lucian and shouting

"Fight me Lucian for only the strongest shall remain the heir to bael I sairaorg bael shall defeat you do you accept?"