Ashes of my own Ruination

PROLOGUE They once called him the hero of light. The embodiment of hope and salvation. The bearer of grace, chosen by heaven and the warden of the flame of justice. Born of both divine god and demon blood, he was not created by nature you called love, but forged by intent. Raised to be the blade of justice with only one purpose — to eliminate the age of darkness. Calian did not ask to be born nor to be chosen, but he obeyed and performed every command to its full perfection. He sacrificed his own body, he bled, he broke and forced his limits, killed for them and saved them. And when the war was won by him, the gods who once supported and exploited his good graces cast him aside as if everything he sacrificed was nothing. His very own trusted comrade and most cherished friend betrayed him by stabbing him in the back. The demons who he thought he had eliminated were laughing at him for they had never truly lost. They were enjoying his pain. They watched him break, crumble and self-destruct. His suffering was used to feed the demons as entertainment. As he met his end, Calian thought otherwise. This is not the end, but the beginning. As the end nearing, something inside him awoke. A raging vengeance. A strong thirst for revenge and destruction against the being who caused him ruin. His soul, which the divine gods and demons thought to be broken, unable to be reincarnated, was stitched back together, not with love, hope, and salvation, but with hatred, and the memory of betrayal. Calian vowed to return, not to be the divine gods’ weapon or the demons’ toy, but to be their nightmare — the calamity that will ruin them. This time, he will not fight for them and serve them as a clown. He will fight against them and will teach them the despair they really love. “With the ashes of my own ruination, I will stand in the aftermath of the destruction I caused myself.”