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Synopsis – The Abyssborn King

Betrayed. Murdered. Forgotten.

Once hailed as the strongest knight of Valcrest, Riven Aldric was a man of honor—until his own stepbrother stole everything from him. His title. His fiancée. His family. Then, with a blade through his heart, they cast him aside like trash.

But fate had other plans.

Reborn into the dreaded royal family of Vade, the sworn enemies of his past life, Riven now carries the blood of the abyss—a lineage feared for its mastery over darkness itself. No longer bound by the foolish chivalry that led to his downfall, he embraces his new path: the path of vengeance.

Now, he moves in the shadows, building an army of monsters, assassins, and outcasts—those who crave destruction as much as he does. The Valcrest Kingdom will fall, and when it does, he will be the one standing atop its ashes.

"If the light abandoned me, then I will embrace the abyss."

"And from its depths, I will rise as its king."

Dark fantasy | Revenge | Overpowered MC | No naive heroism

Abyssborn king

The Black Citadel loomed over the Vade Empire like a shadow given form, its towering spires piercing the heavens. Inside, the halls were lined with abyssal torches—flames that burned without heat, fueled by the darkness of the royal bloodline.

Riven strode through the corridors with measured steps. His black coat billowed behind him, the fabric woven with etherium threads, a material that resonated with his abyssal mana. Every movement was precise, every breath controlled.

The whispers of the palace servants followed him.

"Prince Riven walks like a ghost..."

"They say he mastered the Black Steps technique at twelve..."

"But the First Prince... he's a monster beyond comparison."

Riven ignored them. He had long grown used to the weight of their gazes. It wasn't fear he sought. It was dominance.

As he approached the Throne Hall, the massive obsidian doors groaned open, revealing a gathering of high-ranking officials and nobles. At the far end, the Abyssal Throne loomed, and upon it sat Emperor Veyron Vade—his father.

And standing before the throne, draped in a cloak of black and crimson, was Zephyr Vade, the First Prince.

The moment Riven stepped inside, Zephyr's golden eyes locked onto him. Unlike the rest of the Vade bloodline, whose eyes were shades of silver and gray, Zephyr's had taken on an unnatural brilliance—a sign of his attunement to abyssal supremacy.

A slow smirk formed on Zephyr's lips. "Little brother. You've grown."

Riven met his gaze without flinching. "And you've returned victorious, First Prince."

The air between them crackled with an unspoken challenge. The officials held their breath, watching the clash of two royal shadows.

"Come," Zephyr said, his voice rich with amusement. "Let's see if the boy they call a prodigy has earned his name."

Riven stepped forward. It was time to prove that his path—the path of vengeance—would lead to something greater than even his monstrous elder brother.

RETURN OF THE FIRST PRINCE