Cosmic_Weaver

Betrayed. Hunted. Forgotten.

Raizel Veyne was born into nobility, destined for greatness. Yet on the night of his family’s fall, he was framed for treason, his parents were executed, and his very name was erased from history. Thrown into the empire’s darkest prison, he was tortured, starved, and left to die.

But death was not the end.

At the edge of despair, a voice from the void whispered to him—offering power at an unspeakable cost. Bound by an ancient, forbidden force known as the Devourer’s Grasp, Raizel escaped his fate… by becoming something beyond human.

Now, armed with the ability to consume power, memories, and even fate itself, he walks a path of vengeance and domination. The empire that betrayed him will kneel. The ones who abandoned him will suffer. And the gods who play with mortal lives?

He will devour them, too.

In a world where power is everything and the strong rewrite history, Raizel will carve his own legend.

"They left me with nothing. So now, I will take everything."

Devourer’s Throne

The darkness inside the prison cell was suffocating. The scent of blood, rust, and damp stone filled the air. Raizen sat motionless, his wrists raw from the iron shackles that bound him to the wall. His body ached from days of torment, but his mind refused to break. The words of his mother before her death echoed in his mind.

"You are more than this. You are more than what they see."

Raizen clenched his jaw, suppressing the surge of rage burning inside him. His father and mother were murdered. And he… He was left to rot, branded as a traitor to a kingdom that had never deserved his loyalty.

A slow creak of iron snapped him out of his trance. The cell door groaned open, revealing a figure cloaked in a tattered robe. Moonlight from the small, barred window illuminated their face—an old man with hollow eyes and a deep scar running down his cheek.

"So, you're still alive." The old man's voice was dry, like sand scraping against stone.

Raizen didn't reply. He merely stared, his gaze sharp and unyielding.

The man stepped closer, crouching before him. "Tell me, boy, do you still believe in fate?"

Raizen's lips curled in a smirk, though it lacked any amusement. "Fate?" he spat. "Fate is what weak men use to justify their suffering."

The old man chuckled, seemingly pleased by the response. "Good. That means you're ready."

Before Raizen could question him, the man's hand shot forward, pressing against his forehead. A searing pain ripped through his skull as symbols blazed to life around them, glowing in deep crimson and black. His body convulsed, his veins pulsing with an unbearable heat.

Memories flooded his mind—no, not memories. Visions.

A battlefield drenched in blood. Towers crumbling under unseen forces. A throne of obsidian and bone, waiting for its ruler. And at the center of it all… a monstrous figure, its golden eyes piercing through the abyss.

Raizen gasped as he was yanked back into reality, his breath ragged. The old man removed his hand, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"You are more than what they made you believe, Raizen," he murmured. "You carry the blood of something far greater. And soon… you will awaken."

Raizen's mind spun as he tried to process the words, but before he could demand answers, the man turned and disappeared into the shadows. The door creaked shut, leaving Raizen alone once more.

The chains no longer felt as heavy.

And deep inside him, something had begun to stir.

Inside the grand palace of the capital, a figure draped in silk robes stood before an opulent throne. His golden eyes glowed under the candlelight as he read a parchment held between his gloved fingers.

"The boy still lives," he murmured.

A woman beside him, adorned in a crimson dress, scoffed. "That's impossible. He should have been executed days ago."

The man hummed, folding the parchment. "Perhaps fate is playing its own game."

The woman's lips curled into a sneer. "Fate is an illusion. If he breathes, we simply need to correct that mistake."

The man chuckled, his gaze flickering with amusement. "Yes… but let's not be hasty. I would like to see just how far he can crawl before he breaks."

As the flames in the palace flickered, the two figures exchanged knowing glances.

Raizen's eyes fluttered open. The pain was gone. The exhaustion was fading. And yet… his entire body felt different.

He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers. The skin was the same, but there was something beneath it—something pulsing, something waiting.

For the first time in days, a smirk ghosted across his lips.

They had no idea what they had just unleashed.

Chapter 3 - Echoes of the Abyss