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Meet Kieran, a 12-year-old street urchin with a secret - dark powers and even darker dreams. Haunted by the memory of his sister Sara's tragic death at the hands of a noble, Kieran is determined to dismantle the nobility's oppressive power structure that allowed her killer to go unpunished. His goal: create a world where the powerful can no longer harm the vulnerable without consequences.

When he stumbles upon Wells' mysterious grimoire, Kieran forms an unexpected bond with an ancient entity, gaining formidable abilities at a dangerous cost - his own life force. As he grows stronger, he becomes determined to master this entity, seeking a way to rewrite the terms of their arrangement and keep the power without paying the ultimate price.

Juggling life as an assassin in the shadows, he eventually earns a spot at the prestigious Academy. Behind its hallowed walls, he hunts for forgotten knowledge that might free him from the parasitic bond while maintaining access to the dark powers he needs for his mission.

Using clever tricks to hide his true abilities from professors and peers alike, Kieran carefully navigates the very institution that trains the elite he despises. By day, he studies ancient texts and rare magic; by night, he strikes from the darkness, targeting corrupt nobles one by one.

But as his life force continues to drain and the darkness within him grows, a haunting question emerges: In his quest to change the world and master forbidden magic, will he survive long enough to see his vision realized, or will the very powers he sought to control ultimately consume him?

Villain With A Side Quest

Kael stayed on the cracked stone floor, breathing slowly. He wasn't broken, but a heaviness filled his limbs that had nothing to do with being tired. The crowd's whispers barely reached him. What stuck with him most was how completely Alexander had controlled him. Every move seen before it happened, stopped cold, torn apart.

'He never gave me a chance to lead,' Kael thought, pressing his palm against the cool ground as he finally stood. His body complained, but he ignored it, rolling his shoulders while taking a deep breath. Losing didn't hurt as much as being so thoroughly outclassed.

Across the arena, Alexander stood relaxed, hardly out of breath, not even looking Kael's way. It wasn't pride. It was knowing. The fight was over, and to Alexander, the outcome was never in doubt.

Drake Vs Blackthorn