I am Ravenna Rothschild, the little princess of the Northschild family.
From a very young age, I was fascinated by history and war; especially the era known as the Dragon Apocalypse, which occurred 1,000 years ago.
At that time, humanity stood on the brink of extinction at the hands of the Dragon Race.
They were not native to our humble world, Eterna. They came from an entirely different dimension. They were colossal, powerful beings, both physically and magically superior to us.
Our feeble magic couldn't do a damn thing against their hardened scales and towering frames.
We were weak. Pathetic.
But then came a savior: a chosen hero from another world, summoned through a divine ritual.
Radiant Hero Vahn—the man blessed by the Light Divinity.
He stood alone against the mighty Dragon Race, fighting with unmatched courage, nearly bringing an end to the apocalypse.
But there was a twist.
Later, it was revealed that Radiant Hero Vahn had secretly colluded with the Abyssal Dragon Monarch to bring ruin to the world, harvesting the souls of the dead.
And the accusation wasn't made by strangers. It came from his own party and closest companions. They claimed he had fallen to darkness.
So the entire world of Eterna united to bring down the two great threats.
The Abyssal Dragon Monarch and Radiant Hero Vahn were ultimately defeated... but their bodies were never found.
After reading this history, I naturally hated him just like everyone else.
But then, one day, I stumbled upon a mysterious diary. Vahn's personal Diary.
And everything changed.
As I read through its pages, I found myself drawn to him. Understanding him.
And somehow... I began to like him. More and more.
And in the final pages of the diary, there were instructions—ancient, cryptic, and world-altering.
Instructions that could change everything.
As his loyal follower, I didn't hesitate.
I followed all of his divine commands with unwavering devotion and loyalty.
And now, here I was—standing at the moment of truth.
There was only one final task left.
I reached into my purse and pulled out an enchantment scroll, aged and brittle, its runes glowing faintly with dormant power.
Taking a deep breath, I began to chant the forbidden spell inscribed in the diary:
"O Sovereign of the Darkness, He Who Dwelt Beyond Time..."
"What? A resurrection spell? H-How?
As soon as she began the incantation, Dave's face turned pale as chalk. A cold sweat broke across his forehead, and his knees nearly buckled beneath him.
"I was right... I was right," he mumbled, trembling. "You've been possessed, Reva!"
His eyes darted to the scroll, then back to her.
His voice rose in desperation:
"The Wicked Hero is manipulating you. Snap out of it!" he snarled, fear mixed with anger.
But Reva didn't listen.
Her eyes were glazed, lips moving with eerie precision as if guided by an unseen hand.
The cavern darkened, the air turned heavy, charged with unnatural energy.
She continued, her voice now echoing unnaturally:
"By the ancient pact, sealed in Dragon's heart,
By the vessel's blood, I call forth his name—
Vahn Neco Drakos, Light-Fallen One,
Through this soul, let thy will be done!"
The enchantment scroll flared with crimson fire, its ashes spiraling into the air like whispers.
"N-No... Why are you sacrificing me? This had to be a nightmare!"
Dave stumbled backward, clutching his chest. A burning symbol began to form over his heart, glowing through his shirt like molten script.
"Reva—please!" he cried. "You're not like this! You said you loved me!"
For a moment, her voice faltered.
Her eyes flickered, just for a heartbeat, like a shadow passed behind her thoughts.
But then she smiled again. That same creepy smile.
"I do love you, Dave," she said softly. "That's why I chose you."
Then she uttered the final words:
"Let his spirit descend. Let the vessel awaken to Immortality!"
As soon as she finished the final word, a ghostly wind swept past her cheeks, cold as death.
She shivered, gasping softly.
Before her, Dave collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.
"Ahh..."
His limbs jerked violently, his back arching unnaturally as if struck by a seizure.
Raw, primal screams tore from his throat.
Then came the flame.
Black, raging fire engulfed his entire body, yet it did not consume him.
His body lifted off the ground, suspended in the air by invisible force. The black flames crackled and pulsed, licking at his skin, merging with it.
He wasn't burning.
He was changing.
His physique stretched, growing taller and leaner, muscles tightening like steel cords beneath skin. His once ordinary face sharpened, features sculpted into something hauntingly regal—too perfect to be human.
His combed black hair became tousled and unruly.
His eyes snapped open.
His once ordinary brown eyes, now glowed with pale, violet fire.
Seeing the transformation, Reva's focus snapped as if waking from a trance.
Her previous frenzy dissolved, replaced by sheer horror.
"Wh-What did I just do?" she whispered, her voice trembling as fear gripped her heart.
"D-Dave?" she called hesitantly, hoping—begging—for that familiar meek voice to answer her.
But the reply made her blood run cold.
"Who Is Dave?"
The voice was deep, inhumanly deep, cold and merciless, like a blade scraping against stone. It echoed in the chamber like a curse.
The man descended, landing silently on the ground.
Then with slow, deliberate steps, he approached her. His violet eyes bored into hers like they could strip her soul bare.
His chest was bare, sculpted like a flawless marble statue. And in the center of that chest, a luminous sigil pulsed—a symbol older than language, resembling eternity itself.
His presence was overwhelming. His very aura demanded obedience. Submission.
Reva staggered back a step, but held her ground.
"Vahn?" she asked, her voice faint but firm, needing to hear the truth from his own lips.
A pleased smile spread across his face, wicked and indulgent.
"Yes. It's me, my Pet. You have done a magnificent job."
Reva's eyes narrowed. Her fear didn't vanish, but her clarity returned.
"I am not your pet," she snapped. "I see it now. You manipulated me... made me fall for Davis. All so I'd bring him to you. Because he possessed what you needed—"
She paused before continuing with a bitter smile:
"—the Sacred Physique of Mana. A perfect vessel. Strong enough to house your soul."
She looked him in the eyes, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands.
"Isn't that right?"
Vahn smiled again, slower this time. A grin that carried centuries of cunning.
"Ohh?" he said, intrigued.
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