Chapter 10,5 The Boy who was made to kill his sister

20 years ago while the crusade of Count Vaegir was still fresh in their mind The King of madness and The Queen of the Succubi met one last time. They made a boy that would be able to kill his sister might she ever return.

His name is Smith, "Prince of Madness" and only wielder of his selfmade metal "Mithril"

As a young boy he lived with his mother. When he found out about his origins he wanted to know who his father was his mother sent a delegation to his father to meet the boy, a deal was eventually made at the age of 14 his father would pick him up.

The young prince was ecstatic, in the years to come he would train with sword and shield.

This did not fare well with the Succubi community and so he became an outcast. Not that he really bothered about that he had quickly found out he was a natural talent in the way of the sword, it kept him occupied from the start of every day until his bedtime.

At the age of 12 he singlehandedly repelled an army of undead with nothing but a rusty sword, yet he did get a cut on the back of his head when he got cocky that cut would become a scar to remind him to stay focused on the battlefield.

After that battle he was known throughout the second layer of Roquxestremia as the Hero of the Succubi stand. Underground trader came in more numbers then ever just for him, they want to sell him the most expensive weapons they had. Normally they came for the Succubi but for now they were just a nice sight while being in the town.

Alas every trader had to hear the same answer, No.. The young boy was not interested he had his sword, that sword made him famous he was mentally very attached to it and could not see him use any other sword.

As for armor that was all not good enough, or is was to heavy or it did not protect good enough to be worth of the price they asked for it.

As he turned 14 he stood at the gate of the Succubi Castle waiting for his father, as an assassin appeared from behind aiming for his head his rusty sword levitated out of his sheat to protect the young boy, The assassin backed off staring at the levitating sword.

"Pretty neat right" the young boy said, while grabbing the sword. The assassin glared at him searching for an opportunity to strike.

"Okay so you are really devouted to you role as wannabe assassin right, can't even answer me." the young boy said slightly annoyed.

"Let me tell you something" he continued.

"I do not mind being an outcast, but I hate being ignored" he said

The assassin started to run around him still keeping his eyes on any movement the young boy would make.

"Cheap trick dude, I'll up you one" he said as stuck his rusty sword deep in the ground.

The assassin saw an blind spot leap at the young boy from there just to get a boot in the face.

The young boy was now standing upside down, balancing on his sword, as the assassin was kicked away. he put himself back in position as the sword came levitating out of the ground and into his hand now completly dark green and with no trace of rust on it.

"My own selfmade metal "Mithril." It nullifies any element magic it touched and can cut through steel as easy as going through a head" the boy said while smiling at the assassin. He leaped at the assassin with great speed and slashed through his head as if it was made out of water.

The assassin was dead and the boy's sword turned back into his rusty self. An hour later his father arrived just to see his son still laughing at the corpse. The King introduced himself as he asked the boy if he was his son.

The boy smiled as he introduced himself to his father, who looked pretty older then how he pictured his father to be, he was really muscular but except for that looked like an at least 70 year old human with a long beard.

"Okay lets go" the King said to his son.

"Do you not want to speak to mom" Smith asked.

The king shaked his head and offered his son his hand "lets go" he said with a firm voice

Smith nodded as he grabbed his fathers hand and went with him, the whole trip he looked around him everywhere around him heads and limbs were flying, intestines were being eaten and blood was raining down non stop yet no one came close to the boy and the old man.

Eventually thay cane to the Castle where he was introduced to the people.

His father wanted to give him a part of his army consisting of 10.000 men to teach him leadership skills but the young boy refused.

Even if he refused the men the King gave him a high rank to keep his son close to him.

From that moment on Smith would join his father in any battle.

It did not take long for Smith to find out what kind of war crazed machine his father was his title as "King of Madness" was quickly an understatement in Smith's head. If you were not strong enough to survive you were either useless or cannon fodder in the kings mind and being in his army for 99% of the time, he had to prove himself to his father or he would end up the same way as the useless soldiers or atleast that is what he thought. This did not scare him no, now he had something to prove, someone to look up to in terms of power.

for two years he trained and fought like crazy and at his 16th birthday while still on the frontline he earned his title "Prince of Madness" as he and his father had taken over an enemy kingdom alone while spliting up colouring the castle walls with their enemies blood, putting the head of any living creature on a spear on the walls.

His father was proud yet had heard rumors of a cult trying to revive his daughter.

Now being able to look proud at his son it was time to say goodbye.

The King would take him to "The Rabbit Hole" and introduce him to The Chaos Barbarian King. There he would stay safe from his sister, He had one last conversation with his dad in which he explained who his family consisted of.

He had four older sister, the oldest Veronica was known as "The Dark Queen" and was the reason of his existence. If she would ever return he would have to kill her.

He also got to hear the names of his other sisters and where they were at that moment.

His metal that he called "Mithril" can be enhanced and enchanted by ones own Madness, shaping it in whatever you desire if your madness is great enough and if you are of the Madness bloodline.

that was the first real conversation they had since their meeting and it also was their last.

From that moment on he was in the care of the Chaos Barbarians, who had taken it on them to guard "The Rabbit Hole" He joined in on that task only to sometime leave the Kingdom of the Frozen Pegasus for a few days to go to see how his sisters were doing.

While training with the Barbarians he got pretty buff and he trained to get his Mithril armor and weaponry exactly the way he wanted tge perfect weight, size, form, thickness, everything was to his exact liking and so the way he fought no movement was left unused, every blink, twitch, breath had it's use and timing. He proved this at the age of eighteen when he singlehandedly stopped an army of Armored Orc Champions and Lava Swamp Ogre to come through the portal, killed them like it was nothing, smiling confident as it was a feast for anyone's eyes watching it. It earned him his title "The Mithril Knight"

He became populair among the barbarians and as he was already treated like a Prince by the royal family his life was great...