INTRO 1/2.
When the earth fell to ruins, one family rose to the task of ruling what was left in restoration. Of course, another rose to the occasion, not satisfied with the idea of falling under the rule of someone else. Now in this new, post apocalyptic world, currency did not exist. So, the wealth of one family and the poverty of the other assisted neither in their battle for power. What started with a small bickering transformed into something much bigger.
For centuries now, the Zoldyck and Freecss clans have started and ended battle over battle and controversy of controversy in a seemingly never-ending battle for power of the New World. And there's no end in sight.
In front of the ebony vanity in the cold room, the Zoldyck successor ran fingers through his silver hair, staring into his own cerulean apertures. His lips parted slightly as he marveled at his own appearance. After all, he was the finest looking in their territories. He grinned small, twirling his finger in a stray strand of white hair hanging in his face and brushing it out of the way.
A knock and the opening of his bedroom door pulled him from his vain glare.
"Young Master—"
"That's 'Master' to you, Gotoh." The boy demanded, glaring into the soul of his most loyal butler. "Father should be dead within a few months, and mother will be too distraught to rule. Plus, she's a woman. What woman is fit to rule?"
"Master Killua," he cleared his throat. "Are you sure you want to go through with this? You're poisoning your own father. What if you aren't ready to rule? What if you fail—"
"I WON'T FAIL."
His fists clashed into the wood of his vanity table, shaking its body on its wobbly legs.
"I don't fail."
Silence aired in the room, the small, rectangular window at the tops of the room illuminating the dust particles floating around in the air.
"We'll continue poisoning my father. He doesn't deserve the title, nor life, nor this lush territory my ancestors worked so hard for. I will be the best king there ever was. They'll speak of me to their children as a legend. One who made our clan's territories prosper beyond anything ever seen! Because that's what I do best, Gotoh. I outshine the lesser, weaker bugs. Do you understand?"
He faced the middle aged butler, a grin spreading across his mischievous face. The butler cowered in the presence of the narcissistic successor, burning holes into the ground and his leather bound feet with his eyes, sweat dripping from his temples and neck. Gotoh's lips pursed as he hummed in agreement with the boy's statements. Who was he to disagree? A lesser, weaker bug, of course.
"I absolutely agree, Master Killua." He nodded with an unsure smile, looking back upwards but never in the eyes of his Master. "How can someone like you fail?"
"I wouldn't. I won't."
He doesn't fail, this extraordinary boy. Not once since he was young did he fail.
He does what's asked of him, abides by the rules given. Because when his time comes, he'll abolish those who strapped him down to mandates and forced him into submission. He never fails. Whether it takes a second, a minute, an hour, a day, a month, a year or a lifetime...Well, that's entirely up to him.
And so, the boy went on to successfully murder his father and, just as he predicted, was given the title of 'Zoldyck Clan Ruler,' due to his mother's excessive trauma.
He'll bring the world to their knees, he's sure. He'll slaughter the Freecss Clan and anyone who dares defy or stand in the way of him. He will achieve greatness. Because he is all that the gods need and more. The gods bow to him now.
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