Kael walked through the quiet corridors of the palace, flanked by the silent twin maids.
Servants and guards bowed deeply as he passed, their heads lowered in perfect deference.
To any outsider, it would have looked like genuine respect for the prince.
Kael knew better.
Their bows were empty gestures, performed only because he was in the presence of others.
Behind closed doors, the same servants whispered “trash prince” and “mana-less disgrace.” He had lived with that truth since he was six years old.
As he walked, the memories he usually kept buried rose to the surface once more.
Kael Vossarian was born on the same ominous day as Elarion Vale — the day two children of destiny entered the world under a blood-red sky.
Brought to the imperial palace as an infant after his father’s death (the Emperor’s elder brother), Kael was raised by Emperor Kraven Vossarian and the legendary warrior Empress Valeria.
The royal purple hair marked him as true Vossarian blood.
The empire rejoiced.
The golden prince had arrived.
For the first few years of his life, Kael was the center of the world.
The greatest tutors, mages, and warriors were brought in to shape the future pillar of the empire.
Empress Valeria watched him with fierce pride, already envisioning him as a great warrior who would surpass even her own legendary feats.
Aurora, his elder cousin by two years and the Emperor’s biological daughter, used to dote on him endlessly.
Kael had felt like the luckiest boy in the world.
Then came the mandatory mana awakening ceremony on his sixth birthday.
When Kael’s core was tested, it showed nothing.
No spark.
No resonance.
A complete and utter void.
The empire’s greatest minds were summoned.
Ancient rituals were performed.
Rare elixirs and divine artifacts were used.
Nothing worked.
Kael’s mana core was declared a “Void Core” — a rare, cursed anomaly that rejected all mana and consumed any that tried to enter it.
The celebration died overnight.
Empress Valeria’s reaction was even more devastating.
The proud warrior who had conquered battlefields turned her back on the boy she had raised.
She openly called him “worthless” and “a stain on our blood.” The woman who once held him with pride now looked at him with open contempt, as if raising him had been her greatest mistake.
Aurora, who had once doted on him like a little brother, stopped visiting entirely.
She began avoiding him like a disease.
The boy who had once sought his cousin’s affection more than anything found only cold silence in return.
Kael spent the rest of his childhood in isolation within the forgotten wings of the palace.
While Aurora trained with the best instructors and received praise from the entire court, and while Elarion was being hailed as the Goddess-chosen hero, Kael was hidden away like a shameful secret.
Servants whispered about him.
Nobles mocked him behind closed doors.
He became the empire’s favorite entertainment — “the golden prince who turned out to be trash.”
The constant rejection and humiliation twisted something deep inside the boy.
He learned early that the world was cruel to the weak.
He learned to hide his true emotions behind a soft, innocent smile.
He learned to observe, to manipulate, and to wait.
While others saw him as weak and useless, Kael studied the palace like a chessboard — learning every secret, every weakness, and every desire of those around him.
His deepest wound came from Empress Valeria — the only mother he had ever known.
Despite her open contempt, Kael desperately craved Valeria’s love and acknowledgment.
He didn’t just want her affection — he wanted to completely own her, to make the woman who had raised and then rejected him submit completely and never leave him again.
This obsession, combined with years of being treated as entertainment for others, birthed his current personality: a clever, shameless manipulator who takes genuine pleasure in breaking others and watching their despair.
Because if the world made him their toy, he would make the world — and especially the hero’s precious women — his.
For eighteen years, Kael Vossarian remained the empire’s greatest joke.
Until the day the Goddess’s curse fell upon Elarion.
For the first time in his life, Kael saw a path to power — through the very curse that had broken the hero.
Through the purification ritual, his Void Core finally awakened.
Every act of corruption, every moment of breaking the hero’s women, fed his power.
Now, at eighteen years old, Kael Vossarian was no longer the helpless child the empire once mocked.
He intended to claim everything that had been denied to him.
His smile remained soft and gentle.
But behind it, the Void was awake… and it was hungry.
Just as Kael reached the entrance to his modest quarters, the twin maids stopped in perfect unison, their faces neutral.
“Prince,” Rei said calmly, “the Empress has ordered that you complete the sacred duty you have been granted. Please wait in the purification chambers. The princess and the hero will arrive shortly.”
Kael paused, then offered them a gentle smile.
“Well, I can’t defy my dear empress’s orders, right?” He turned toward the purification wing, his voice light and obedient.
“Let’s go.”
As he walked ahead, the smile on his face twisted into something darker, colder, and mocking.
The time has come to reap the benefits I planned today.
At the hero’s private quarters, Elarion leaned back against the wall, still sitting on the cold floor.
Aurora rested her head on his shoulder, one hand gently resting on his arm as if afraid he might slip away.
“You should be careful, husband,” she whispered.
“If others learn you’re getting weaker, it won’t be long before the demon overlords hear about it. Everything you’ve worked for could crumble.”
Elarion sighed, staring up at the ceiling.
“I think Kael is trying to take advantage of our situation, Aurora. We should be careful.”
Aurora lifted her head slightly.
“Kael? You’re thinking too much. He’s just an idiot who finally got the chance to go outside for once. Don’t read too deeply into it.”
Elarion shook his head slowly.
“No. Trust me, just this once. I know you care about him more than you let others see. You hide it because you’re afraid someone might hurt him because of you. But don’t let that innocent smile fool you. No one stays the same after what happened to him.”
Aurora didn’t reply.
Deep down, she did care about Kael more than she ever admitted — even to herself.
Despite everything, he was still her little brother, born on the same fateful day.
But she also knew how short a mortal life could be.
Her father had lived for over three hundred years.
Her mother is even longer.
Aurora and Elarion would live long lives, too.
In her eyes, Kael’s existence was painfully fragile.
That was why she had stopped arguing with her mother years ago.
In her own way, she believed it was better for Kael to live out his short life in peaceful obscurity rather than be constantly reminded of his worthlessness.
Just as those thoughts weighed on her, a soft knock sounded at the door.
Astrid entered without waiting for permission.
At the sight of Elarion and Aurora sitting close together, some of the tension in her shoulders eased — but it returned almost immediately.
“Aurora,” she said quietly, “the twin maids have arrived. They carry the Empress’s orders.”
Both Elarion and Aurora tensed at once.
They already knew what those orders would be.
In the purification chamber, Kael sat relaxed in a high-backed chair, slowly sipping from a glass of wine.
The rich liquid caught the soft lantern light as he waited.
Aurora and Elarion stepped inside.
Their faces looked calmer than before, though the tension between them still lingered beneath the surface.
Kael stood up immediately and bowed with perfect politeness.
“Hero… Cousin.”
Elarion’s gaze hardened as he stared at the prince.
Why has this guy — someone I never actually cared about — suddenly become the central point in my life?
He thought.
Why is the Goddess favoring him?
Is this kid really just a simple idiot… or are we all missing something?
Aurora stood rigid in the center of the purification chamber, the heavy crimson curtains and low golden-red lantern light casting long shadows across the silk-draped bed.
“Let’s do this fast, Kael,” she ordered, voice cold and clipped.
“You’ve already wasted enough time.”
Kael nodded with that same soft, innocent smile.
Without a word, he began removing his simple white robes, letting them slip to the floor.
Aurora’s expression remained outwardly composed, but inside her thoughts raced.
Why does it look even more monstrous than before?
And it isn’t even fully erect yet… Her gaze flicked involuntarily to the thick length hanging between his legs as it drew closer.
Elarion moved to the side of the room, leaning against the wall.
He closed his eyes and began chanting a quiet mantra under his breath, trying desperately to calm the storm raging inside him.
Kael stepped behind Aurora.
Before she could pull her thoughts away from his cock, he gently turned her around to face the bed.
His hands brushed the back of her midnight-violet gown, the fabric clinging to every curve of her body like liquid shadow.
He leaned in close, lips brushing her ear.
“I forgot to say it earlier… but this dress suits your divine beauty perfectly, cousin.”
Aurora almost moaned at the warm breath against her ear, but she caught herself.
“Stop with your useless compliments, Kael.”
Kael smiled softly.
He glanced once at Elarion — who was staring directly at them — then slowly pulled the zipper down the back of her gown.
“Ahh…” Aurora bit her lip hard as the cool air kissed her bare skin.
The dress slid down her body, pooling at her feet and leaving her in nothing but a delicate, extremely revealing set of black lingerie that barely contained her full breasts and hugged the curve of her ass.
Elarion’s breath caught.
Why did she wear something like that today?
Did she… wear it for this?
No… no, I’m overthinking again.
He shook his head sharply, trying to banish the thought, but the image of her in the sexy lingerie burned behind his eyes.
Kael pulled her hips back against him, pressing his now-hardened cock firmly between the cheeks of her ass.
His hands slid slowly upward, cupping her ample breasts through the thin lace, thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples.
A broken moan slipped from Aurora’s throat before she could stop it.
“Nngh…”
The way his thick shaft rubbed and humped against her pussy through the lingerie, combined with his hands kneading her breasts, made her body betray her.
Kael’s smile widened against her ear.
“Well then… shall we?”
**
Hello everyone, how’s it going?
I’m making a small announcement — This Friday, I’m going to release a new novel with new taboos and fresh obsessions.
Ha…
Anyway, I hope you guys show your support there too!