I. The Echo of Eternity
In the Higher Realms, the name Samael was not just a word; it was an absolute law.
Before time curved and destiny cast him into the pit of mortality, he was the Sovereign of the Primordial Void. He ruled dimensions where light dared not enter, and his will kept the most ancient deities of the firmament at bay. He was not a man; he was a necessary calamity that balanced creation with nothingness.
However, absolute power breeds envy proportional to its brilliance. Samael remembered the cold sting of betrayal—not the cold of ice, but the cold of the swords of his own generals piercing his back while his subjects celebrated his fall. He was betrayed not for weakness, but for his excess of strength; his existence prevented others from ascending, and the universe itself conspired to erase him.
"If the heavens turn their back on me," his soul had sworn as it fragmented into the abyss of the cycle of reincarnation, "then I shall devour the heavens when I return."
II. The Fading Star
Thousands of years later, in the Lower Continent, glory had turned to ash and legend. The Morningstar Clan, distant descendants of that sovereign lineage, was now a mere shadow of its former self. What was once an empire that dictated the fate of nations had been reduced to a single city: Dawn City.
On the night of the great collapse, the white marble of the central plaza did not shine with moonlight, but with the reflection of blood. The Zhao, Chen, and Liu families, under the command of the arrogant Valois of the North, had decided that the Morningstar lineage no longer had the right to breathe.
Samael Morningstar, the young patriarch of this era, stood in the midst of the carnage. Unlike what the enemies expected, he was not cowering in fear. Although his Void cultivation was barely an insignificant spark and his mortal body knew nothing of the power of his past lives, he stood tall. He wore a black tunic, worn by time but carried with a dignity that silenced the chaos surrounding him.
Each breath he took was a reminder of who dictated, even in defeat, the rhythm of that place.
III. The Weight of Blood
Around him, the tragedy took shape. He saw his Aunt Lilith, the Great Elder, fall to her knees with a fire spear piercing her side while she protected the twins. He saw Violeta and Eris, the snow-haired twins, lying amidst the rubble of their own home. He saw Seraphina, his fiancée, holding little Celeste as the world crumbled.
Alaric Valois walked among the corpses in his golden boots, mocking the ancient blood of the Morningstars. The enemies thought they were trampling a helpless cub. They did not know they were awakening a dragon that had already ruled infinity.
Samael looked at his hands. The hatred he felt was not just for this attack; it was an ancient hunger awakening from the marrow of his bones. He knew his Void control was at its lowest stage, and his primary method of attack would be the blood he had not yet learned to refine. But in that moment of absolute pressure, the seal on his soul cracked.
IV. The Contract of the Abyss
Just as despair threatened to bury the clan, a cold, digital blue light cut through the darkness of his peripheral vision.
[Detecting Sovereign Will...] [Blood Bond with the Morningstar Clan: 100% Detected.] [Initiating System: The Patriarch of Void and Blood.]
Samael looked up. The neon violet glow of his pupils was no longer that of a frightened youth, but that of a predator who had just remembered he is the owner of the food chain.
—"You have made a mistake," Samael whispered, and his voice resonated with the echo of a thousand dead suns. "You have tried to extinguish a star... and you have only succeeded in making the Void hungry."
Thus begins the story of how a fallen clan reclaimed the heavens. Not through justice, nor through honor, but through the absolute right of Blood and the Void.
Volume 1: The Awakening of the Dragon.