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He was born from a wound the empire tried to seal.
A child of silence — Ian — carved between a predator and a pawn.

Damian, too gentle for war and too shattered to speak, was never meant to carry the heir of a tyrant.
And yet, he did.

Ciel, the brother who watched from the gilded shadows, raised the boy as his own —
Not out of love,
but out of penance.

They built a home from glass, pretending it was gold.
But glass remembers every crack.
And so does Ian.

When death took Damian like it takes the quiet ones,
And grief buried Ciel soon after,
the throne passed to Anaskin — the heir born of accident,
raised to rule,
never meant to love.

But love found him anyway,
in the form of a boy with his father’s eyes and his uncle’s ghosts.

Ian smiles like a prince,
but touches like a question that can’t be answered.
He’s the empire’s last truth —
and Anaskin’s final sin.

In a palace of lies,
who dares to love the wound?


"He was born from a curse, but I kissed him like a prayer."

or

"To love him was treason. To leave him was death."

what if the clock ticks anti clock wise

This story contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including emotional abuse, psychological manipulation, neglect, and societal cruelty.

The world depicted here is a reflection of darkness both real and imagined — not a glorification of pain, but a mirror to it.

Neither parties life is not a tale of heroes or redemption, but of survival, silence, and the scars that society often chooses to ignore.

Reader discretion is strongly advised

They will say I deserved it.

This story is not gentle. Not kind.

It is the truth as seen through broken glass.

If you are looking for warmth, turn away.

If you are looking for justice... you may not find it here."*

Long time ago in Virellia vampires and human, seraphites and Noctvyrn co existed to get her vampires and Noctvyrn were in power, the indifference between castes Omega's, alphas and beta , gamma, Enigma

Gamma and Enigma were common in noctvryn while alpha and beta in vampires Omega's common between seraphites making them a subject to unwanted intimacy they didn't wait till they prepare once they reach a age they get taken away by nobles after tha incident surrounded by vampire emperor Ian's father Ethan the rules were abolished when a omega died couldn't hold on being subjected to cruel torture

"It was again the same dream"-Ian's expression was bitter

"The sages of the grandorder forbids it "-Ian mumbled it nearly 3 times

That's what they told silvervane family has such a dirty prophecy thinking about it for a while, he wanted to throw up especially knowing being born as a omega in a family a society dominated by alpha gammas and betas

he clutched his jester card tightly even if it's something which can bring him closest to the doom he won't let it go his mind surrounded by one word

" jester ? Hah little Ian has grew much I guess now"-ciels flashback

"Dadda what's a jester"-Ian asks eyes gliimming with curiosity

" you will know once you grow up"-ciel chuckles handing him the card

That was the last time I ever saw father

War broke out in the kingdom father had to leave one who never fault was simply a mage fought to his last breath to free the kingdom and it's people and died with honour he was assassinated right after they won the war...

"Now that I study magic and spells deciphering runes left by my ancestors learning divination he meant what exactly happened Fathers fate won't repeat laws will he change a new beginning for Virellia"-

"I wanna throw up"-Ian mutters going to the basin washing his face until it was red scars on but why

" he is a curse born from unwanted contact a illegitimate child"-

"Bullshit Bishop just hates me"-Ian smirks back to his usual mood

"Yawn may the grand sages of the sky folk give my Noctvyrn and vampires folks brains"-Ian jumps onto the bed falling asleep immediately

Anaskin watching from closed door chuckled he went back to sleep making sure Ian sleeps well

The night passes the crimson moon leaves for the love of his life sun to grow and start a day while the stars stop twinkles going back to their respective places

Hours pass time passes in a opposite manner Virellia never has no morning just dawn and night

The sky beings wield the wheels of fortune Ian goes for the devil surprising

cch-1 The jester (main story pt-1)