A slim man with pale skin and dark emerald eyes lays listlessly in the middle of a small courtyard surrounded by giant impenetrable walls. As the wind blows around him his platinum blonde hair flutters in the wind.
"So it's truly the day, soon he will be sent out"
The young man slowly unfolds his vermillion wings and uses his tail to help himself get up as a woman in a maids outfit yells out. "Drakar! Your family is waiting please hurry up!"
"I get it, I get it."
With those words of reassurance the maid slowly walked away making sure to lock eyes with him right until she turned the corner to walk back inside.
Finally that little brat will get what he deserves. After aiding in rumors behind his back and adding fuel to the flames. Snowballing the already prevalent hatred most of the family had for Dante it was time for him to be cast out. Today he is to be determined as the next royal tribute. Sent on a noble cause to the restore the border between Ertetria and the 8 circles of Purgatory. After today in 3 years time Dante will die brutally to the horrors of Purgatory.
Why did he want this again?
A voice came from the darkest pits of Drakar' s soul.
*Remember he insulted you.*
"That's right he did, why does he get all the glory he's not all that great he's subpar at best!" Drakar reassured himself.
Another voice resounded in his mind creeping towards his left ear
*Nothing but a worthless bastard, he's already ten yet no technique has sprouted.*
"What a disgrace to be born in the same family as him, truly I should have set this meeting sooner!" Drakar shouted at himself with pure pride.
*Nothing but a worthless half breed from an ungodly union*
Suddenly more voices sprung upon him whispering, slowly from all around, trapped in a bubble of voices.
*He should've died at birth*
*With him gone you may finally succeed*
*Soon… soon they will pick you as the representative for our family*
*We will finally set out on our mission*
*At long last we may represent the Mammon family*
*It will be us togethers*
*Soon she will love us soon*
*Forget that witch you don't need her*
At last Drakar stopped the onslaught of voices and muttered
"You know not to disrespect mother…"
*Mother is that right? I don't remember her birthing you.*
"Stop it..."
*Frankly I remember our mother dying at birth, when you developed your technique and killed her.*
"Shut up" Drakar meekly whispered
*Oh was I wrong? Well you can't blame me I'm merely a fragment please correct me if you remember so much better*
"..."
*Your weakness is disgusting, I remember why we don't let you debate for us anymore, go run back to that insidious woman and watch as she ignores you for the thousandth time you feeble wretch.*
"DRAKAR! Hurry up!"
Awoken by the scream of his family's maid, Drakar tried his best to forget his previous conversation. Lucky him, the past few days his memory has been in shambles.
"My sincerest apologies Trish"
This time the maid would not be fooled so easily and stood by idly until the young master walked right beside her.
"Be careful Drakar Aisha will be at this meeting today, so don't go to hard on Dante. I wouldn't want you ruining your relationship with one of your greatest allies."
"Please! She has no influence, the time I spent with her was me just wasting time, I'm gonna make sure that little bastard has no chance of being spared."
Trish's eyes widened and looked downwards out of fear. It seems the young master was in one of his moods today. After minutes of silence the pair reached the center of the Mammon estate and the head of the family's, Madam Hestia, mansion.
The entrance was filled with golden furniture accented with a blood red color. Infront of the stood a grand staircase which split off right and left. Right in front on the staircase was a little man looking to be middle aged in a blue tuxedo with blonde hair, blue eyes, and raggedy gray wings.
"Hello uncle Davis, waiting just for me. I'm so touched."
"Ha! As if you'd ever care if I was sent to wait for you Drakar."
"I'm hurt uncle, I care for every person in this family, you must've gone senile!"
"Sureeee... Come on boy we must hurry since you just love taking your sweet sweet time."
*At long last we're here finally here*
As Drakar and Davis walked up the right staircase into the grand hall. Trish rushed in front of them to open to great wooden doors.
Now they stand face to face with a young elegant light brown skinned woman with long black hair. She was adorned in the finest of jewelry and a golden gown accented with crimson markings. All over her skin where small slivers of gold. The esteemed matriarch of this family, Madam Hestia along with the 8 heads of the Mammon family. Behind them were hundreds of their family members all waiting for this grand ceremony to start.
As Madam Hestia coughed every muffled whisper ended instantly.
"Now then everyone. Let us begin the Purgatory Defense Selection."