The echoes of Julian Kaiser Mercury's footsteps faded into the cold stone halls of the once-proud Mercury estate. The flickering light of fires cast jagged shadows across the ruins, distorting the reflection in the shattered mirror that hung in the grand hall. Julian's hand trembled as he clutched his clan's pendant, the sigil of their legacy glowing faintly—a final whisper of the power that had defined his bloodline for centuries.
The scene around him was unrecognizable: guards impaled upon their own weapons, loyal servants frozen in death where they had tried to protect his family. His parents, his siblings—all gone. Taken by those who had once knelt in loyalty to them. Julian clenched his fists, silver eyes aflame with fury. The Reflection power, the very pride of the Mercury Clan, had been turned useless against the overwhelming force that had descended upon them.
But this wasn't just some random assault. Julian had heard the name whispered amidst the chaos, spoken by the traitors who had cleaved through his family's defenses. The New Satan Faction.
This faction, a coalition of devils dissatisfied with the Old Satan bloodlines, had sought to reshape the Underworld's power structure. Their ambitions were no secret, but Julian could not fathom why they had targeted the Mercury Clan, who had always remained neutral in the shifting tides of politics.
Julian's heart burned as he recalled the face of the one who had led the attack: a devil with crimson eyes and a cruel, mocking grin. This was not just a coup—it was a deliberate annihilation, a statement to the entire Underworld. The New Satan Faction wanted to crush anyone who stood in the way of their twisted vision, and the Mercury Clan had been their first victims.
As Julian stood before the cracked, tarnished mirror that had once symbolized his family's power, he swore vengeance. The sigil on his pendant pulsed, as though resonating with his emotions. If the New Satan Faction believed they had eliminated the Mercury legacy, they were mistaken.
Julian was no ordinary devil, and his survival was no accident. The Reflection power that his family had cultivated for centuries was strongest in him, the youngest heir. He had escaped death not because of luck, but because his enemies underestimated him. Now, he would use that power—not just to defend, but to destroy.
"I will not let them win," Julian vowed, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions within. "They'll see what it means to defy the Mercury Clan."