Big_Yellow

Heaven, hell, and the world themselves have forgotten a prominent figure that once stood at the pinnacle. Alas, the said figure himself forgot who he was.

Lyon is a young man who lived a leisurely life on earth. Not much was said except that he enjoyed such a life. However, one fateful night sent him to the world where killing is not a sin, alchemy is a thing, and magic cultivation is not imaginary.

Immediately after being sent to this world. He is met with a beautiful woman who rumbled the earth and cracked the very firmament under the mortals' eyes. Selena is her name. She claimed to be his wife, the first one of three.

However, their meetings didn't last long due to circumstances that he has yet understood. With one wedding ring on his finger that contained half of his past power, he sets forth to find Cecile, the woman whom Selena said is a queen in Blue Continent, the other wife that he adored then.

But, he lacked focus at times, and combined with his whimsical nature, he often finds himself, in unusual situations. His smirk and lazy demeanor brought nothing but trouble for himself and the others around him. His relentless nature of stealing, his rebellious adolescence year, and the capability to smile by the teeth of a gnawing dragon brought his charm to a height that fairies once forget. Though his perverted nature often gets them to scurry away almost immediately, those that stayed long enough to know him better, know the redeeming qualities of Lyon Torga as a whole.

Regardless! His arrival in this world has rotated an old cog of fate that those old monsters and old kings in the ages of the ancients, would have never guessed to be working again.

Emperor's Reckoning

"Look, they are fighting again...." A distant but familiar voice echoed in the darkness.

"That poor baby, they always do this," a defeated sigh was heard. "See, I told you we shouldn't keep the baby near these two."

"That's a powerless human baby, why are they still going at it near him is beyond me."

A loud clash was heard as two beings moved in which no eyes could follow, even the full moon hardly kept up with the two of them. Space was distorting and trees were falling left and right as they broke the barrier of sound every time they moved.

The relentless pursuit between the two of them was determined. A hunter versus a hunter. The air was suffocating but the baby under the lunar's grace was giggling inside the basket, on top of a stone. His feet were kicking and his cute little mouth continuously revealed the teeth that he got none of yet. His thin hair was combed through by the gale of the clash but the baby felt nothing but a joyful heart.

Motherly Embrace