Prologue
As a young child watched their mother's grave being lowered into the pit, dug for her. He holds onto his father's jacket. Only for the man to brush him away and walk back into the house. Slowly the number of people, paying their respect to the dead, left one by one. Until only the child was left.
'So, it has begun. The fall begins once again. I guess it's time to act as trash and disappear from the face of this world.'
'The world would be easier if I wasn't born.'
With that the sobbing child stopped his tears and headed back to their mansion under the pouring rain. Ignoring the worries of their servants who diligently waited for Cale Henituse to finish grieving.
Not knowing of the plans that runs through their head.
Yet again, when does fate ever move in their favour.
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FanfictionLots of people want to read some Villain Cale stories. So here is one. It would probably need some work, but hey it's the first in it's kind. What if there was another Cale Henituse? Why is there another Cale Henituse? What bullshit did the God of...
