A hero is a being of absolute endowment, capable of influencing the life and era he lives in. It is their very existence that springs from the mouths of thousands and spreads among millions.

There were those who were kings and reigned in empires; others led groups and told the story of human evolution and countless species. Some were unique blacksmiths, others splendid fighters, some astronomical beauties, and few were forgotten in time...

And there is one, who had the misfortune of not being able to forge it in the first place.

"Hey, Ddraig... Is that a volcano?"

[ If I tell you no, I'm sure that won't help us complete the task... ]

Yep, his destiny had bad luck set as a golden plank in its origin.

From the age of 10 where it all began, the boy went through endless labours and forged his being and strength by being forced to do so...

All because of the stupid gauntlet on his arm and his very existence that broke everything stipulated.

It is when he finally managed to consider himself successful with his labours, that it was time to leave the paradise of heroes... Home to souls that Hyoudo Issei can calmly recognise as the biggest scumbags on earth.

[ Issei... You still have a lot to learn... ] Unveils one of the female voices with pity for him, something that makes him smile with a vein marked on his forehead.

[ Onee-san should have sunk you longer in that volcano... ] Rambles the other with a mournful tone that makes him shiver in place.

"Fucking grannies..." He mutters in annoyance, which seems to be quickly heard by them.

[ You son of a bitch! I'll break your face! Let me go! ] Exclaims a third female voice. By this point it is not necessary to emphasise her physical strength and voluptuous body that boasts remarkable levels of martial expertise by the mere fact of how a stomp from her devastated half the palace.

Amidst the girl's annoyed attitude, there is a silence and the stares of others at the boy. Some seem to be hiding, afraid to show their weakness to the others.

[ Hey, you fucking asshole! Don't forget us while you're living your life, okay?! ]

He turns around slowly, pleasantly surprised to see several of them crying and trying to avoid expressing themselves to him. So long, though they were immortal in such a place, forging a child who was so lucky and ended up learning from all of them, heroes of the highest level and trajectory.

He smiles softly, trying to ignore his heart shrinking from it all. He holds back his tears as he keeps looking ahead, knowing that behind that glow is the exit he had wanted to go to all along... The difference then was his weakness - he was no longer a child who could do nothing!

He moves forward with righteousness and determination. He knows that what he is going to do is to continue forward into his new future, for he knows that it is his destiny to return to this place once more, and this time, to stay here forever...

The glow embraces him as he closes his eyes and remembers everything that had happened to bring him to this situation.

...

The soft light of the room hits the area. Despite the gloomy appearance of the place, a glimmer of life that struggled from his childhood until now to awaken springs from it.

The serum injected into his scaly hand comforts him to cleanse it of any evil residue in his body. He understands as he feels it... But what doesn't feel good is his whole body in particular.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" he shouts inwardly. " My whole body is stiff, I can't feel anything! I can't even open my eyes!".

He gives up in his desperation to revive himself. And, by the time his eyes finally cooperate, they open minimally to see an important painting in front of him... The picture of his childhood.

The picture of him and his parents.

"The poor fate of Issei Hyoudo..."

His body responds in constancy to the memories. Issei in his fatigue can't help but ramble on about how beautiful his childhood was, even if he doesn't remember it. He was a prince after all, it was obvious he didn't have an ugly childhood...

Which his eyes allowed him to notice no longer existed in his dirty and seemingly deplorable room. Dust and dampness ruled the surroundings, making his gaze sharpen in understanding.

"My body must have become very sick in this environment..." He thinks with understanding. "Mother always took it upon herself to clean it even though she wasn't supposed to."

Mother. Miki Hyoudo was more than a queen, for she was also a dragon who could not accept NO in many things. From the rich life she had to the poverty she had in her childhood to hide in the past, she never stopped and kept fighting for a fair and honest life, which influenced her only son, Issei, to continue to have. For above all that a dragon deserves and desires, dignity and honour were things he should never trample on himself, nor allow to be trampled on. Most of all to understand that dishonest is nothing when it must work, and that there is nothing more honourable than lowering oneself to the level of others in order to understand one's roots.

And, even if Issei learnt these things from his mother, the illusion of a peaceful life without problems is never left behind... Something that was taken away when his mother died and he was left to fend for himself, without his father ever knowing or caring.

A poisoned arrow doing the rest of the work to go to his mother so he could be with her for eternity...

All interrupted by a thousand years in a mental paradise that developed him to reinforce his existence and never forget those responsible for all his pain.

Iseei Hyoudo could never hate anyone, but, for his mother's sake, now he wanted heads to roll... And he knew exactly whose heads were rolling.