1416 was a year of joyous celebration, it was the year that Kibum was born, his mother and father king and queen of the relm in which they resided. Kibum grew to show he was a bright young man, excelling all of his older siblings at just the age of twelve. The eldest whom was twenty grew jealous, angry as it was his birth right to be crown prince, and once it was announced that Kibum was to be crown prince the eldest son was driven mad with jealousy. 

The eldest brother had managed to call out to a demon, an arch demon whom was hungry for power, one that required a new vessel as his grew weak from the thousands of years of being alive. it was then that they struck a deal, no sooner and no later upon Kibum's twenty fourth birthday he would be consumed by the demon. Kibum had no knowledge of what his older brother had planned, what had been written into his destiny, showing signs that he was growing into a great prince and a good future king it still had his brothers angry, he had four older brothers and each one of them grew more sour over the years. Each one knew of the plan that the eldest had given and they were in on it. They wanted to show their little brother just how it felt to hit rock bottom. 

1440, finally the year that the elder brothers had been waiting for, Kibum was to be king that year, he was going to surpass his father and his father was nothing but proud of him but that was going to change. His brothers had said there was a surprise for him in the woods, not picking up on the horrible feelings they harboured for him, he had trusted them following the directions in which he was told, it was then that there was a sword in a rotten stump of a tree, it was a beautiful sword, white gold with many precious gems, he walked to it, he assumed it was the gift in which his brothers told him about and with confidence he grabbed the hilt and pulled it from the stump without much effort. 

A scream came from his body, a scream of pain as he dropped the sword on the ground his body giving out on him making him hit his knees to the ground, it felt like he was on fire, his body burning and crying for a saviour, he was strong even if he was screaming and soon a dark figure soundless came towards him, the beautiful sword now turning black, at  last the demon was excited especially seeing as not just anyone could rip the sword from the stump with such ease, he had been fully freed and the reward this man that should have been king was immortality. 

There was one thing that was not told when it came to immortality was that to recieve it you had to die. Kibum watched the demon in horror, he didn't know what was going to happen to him, his eyes filling with tears, he didn't want to die, he didn't know what would happen, his heart beat quickening with fear and that was when he felt the sword stab him, the burning sensation grew, blood curdling screams came from both him and what happened to be the sword, the demon was trying to take over his body but instead he stole the essence of the demon. 

Kibum was supposed to be a vessel but instead he had become the demon instead. He was angry, the pain lasted for so long so many hours the sword still in his heart, he laid back rain hitting against his body as it convulsed, he really thought he was going to die, and soon all he began to see what white. When he woke again, all of the demon's memories were his, all of his memories were also his and when he woke the sword was gone. He was out for a while, he could tell as the seasons had changed from autumn to winter. His skin was cold but he didn't feel cold. He soon sat up, there was a weightlessness to him, almost as if he didn't feel a thing. He had no idea what happened to him and soon he remembered the deal flashing upon his mind that his brothers had done this to him. 

Anger flashed in him as he stood, he wasn't shaky and he stood as if he had just been sleeping for the night. jealousy had consumed his brothers and he was going to show them what his new powers were like as he knew what he was now, he was going back on the memories of this demon, it was like he had been on this world for as long as it had been created and he had learnt many things already.
 
It was never known if he had actually went to kill his brothers or if he let them live, all he knew was several years later the relm in which he once lived was taken over, he didn't care his feelings for those he 'loved' vanished as he had been betrayed by people in which he could trust, along the years he found a liking to dealing justice but soon that just turned into killing and torturing

576 year later and he began to feel nothing, nothing was exciting, he didn't find many reasons to keep doing what he was doing, and hopefully finding the place in which he is at now he might find that little reason in which he wants to keep going on. 

 

TBC -- DON'T JUDGE I WROTE THIS ON MY PHONE AND IT DELETED TWICE W HEEZES