His best friend was his subject, but he was more loyal to the blood moon race than he was to him.

His best friend was faithful enough to give his all, including his authority, power, and life, to eradicate his king's newborn son.

Actually, at that time, the people didn't consider Vincent as the crown Prince or the king's only son. Instead, they labeled him with the title of the harbinger of destruction, a menace that someone had to purge before it dooms them.

Aaron knew that, so he had no choice but to make his move. Rather than waiting for his best friend to come and kill his child, he went out to stop him instead.

By the time he reached there, his best friends had already grouped up with many who were against him and in collaboration with him to take him down and then kill his child.

In a sense, they have started a rebellion and wanted to strip him of his right as the ninth king.

Aaron felt betrayed, but he knew that they were feeling the same, especially his friend.

He was the king of his race, but he was trying to protect the one who might end up annihilating the entire blood moon race!

His best friend had grown up with him, so he already knew what his decision was going to be, and that's why he raised a rebellion to go against him without exchanging even a single word.

He knew that Aaron wasn't going to uphold his duty as a king and that he would choose the role of a father over performing his duties as a righteous king, and that Aaron wouldn't be able to kill the demon spawn. After all, he was the most sentimental one amongst the blood moons.

The two sides clashed as thunder rumbled in the ever-so-darkening skies.

That day, the moons hanging above their head turned so red that it felt as if it was shedding tears of blood.

At the same time, the land cracked, and hundreds of miles long stripes of crimson tainted the ground, revealing the dreadful event that had taken place in a single battle.

Tens of thousands of dried corpses littered the ground, and even the king's castle had lost its majestic shape. Rubbles scattered on the ground replaced it.

A single man shed tears amid this war-torn land.

The man was holding the hilt of the sword that pierced the heart of his best friend. As life slowly seeped out of his life, Magi weakly told him to kill the demon spawn, or else he will end up regretting his decision. Aaron was already regretting killing him, but he had already walked so far that it was simply impossible to take another road.

Telling the dying man that he will find a way to let his child live even if he has to exchange his life in the process, he pulls out the sword. Immediately, Magi's body turned to dust.

A gust of wind blew, carrying his ashes away with it, scattering it all over the blood moon continent.

The handsome man sighed and cried, and with relieved but heavy steps, he moved towards the secret realm where his wife and child were hiding.

His child was safe, but the price he had to pay was too astronomical.

He had lost the trust of his people.

He had killed his best friend.

He had slaughtered a large number of people.

He had become a failure as a king.

He had lost all rights to rule his people!

However sad he was, he still wanted to live with his family.

Though, he wanted to leave behind everything, his authority, kinghood, and the blood moon continent, and take them away to someplace warm and safe.

But the moment he saw the sleeping face of his child and the tired expression of his wife, he changed his mind.

He needed to hold on to his authority. Only then would he be able to provide a haven for his child.

Many days passed away, and the child didn't show any abnormalities.

Aaron believed that the six seals had successfully suppressed the demonic curse. When in actuality, the curse was merely hiding inside the child and biding for time.

Just like the tree of evil, it could grow strong by devouring the people's negative emotions. And it was waiting for the day it would grow strong enough to break the king's seal to cause mayhem and carnage.

The king didn't know that the six seals were ineffective in sealing it successfully.

Two years have passed since the day the king killed the people who had betrayed him. In these two years, the ninth ruled his people with an iron fist, showing others that he too could be tyrannical.

The people who had sworn loyalty to him felt betrayed.

The reason they chose to follow him was that he was king and good to the masses.

But now, he was way too different, almost like a paranoid man, always thinking that someone would come and kill his child.

The complaint of the masses also started to grow in number. Slowly and steadily, the ninth king lost the support of his people, but he was still able to rule because of his overbearing and heaven-flipping strength.

The child was wise. Not only was he able to talk and walk a few weeks after he was born, but he was also able to control blood and cast blood techniques.

It was something unbelievable!

He was a prodigy, never seen before, nor ever mentioned in the ancient record. Moreover, he was a cutie pie, extremely gentle, and kind. All the servants were awed by his cuteness and fluffy nature! He never scolded anyone, although he was extremely spoiled by his parents.

Aaron believed that with his talent, his son would be able to surpass everyone, bring the blood race to another height, and make his people regret taking action against him and calling him a demon spawn behind his back.