𝑲𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑰𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑪𝑶𝑷𝑬

Chapter 1: Obelian Love

Far in the southern continent, a powerful sovereign state exists ruling nearly the entirety of the south. A land well-known for its successful magical prowess along with a unique culture.

Its architecture of the buildings and layout of the empire had invited famous artists and architects to visit the prospering land, thus flourishing the said empire, expanding in growth to the far lands.

The culture of the said empire had thrived, clawing to the far lands, inviting outlanders to come and stop by to enjoy the prospering culture.

Obelian Empire.

The sovereign state is currently ruled by the current emperor, a figure known for dethroning the former tyrant- his own older brother in cold blood and inheriting the crown to his head, a subject of reverent whispers and admiration, while also being the center of all incredulity and mockery. 

For the Royalty of Obelian who is in the line of inheriting the throne, they will be embedded with a name meaning immortality or eternity. Yet, the current emperor had no such luxury as the rights was his older brother whom he murdered years ago. His name meant limping- a mockery from the former emperor who had been his father by blood.

Claude. 

Claude De Alger Obelia. 

The tyrant who murdered the tyrant.

His name resounded even to the continents in the west and north, hushed whispers of his achievement to the crown, wielding the power one can not fathom. A sudden turn of fate, one that breaks Obelia from its tyranny's shackles that held down the development and expansion of the said empire. 

It was a new era for the citizens of Obelia. Under his watchful eyes, the empire had begun to reform and flourished underneath his care. Wars won, lands conquered. 

However, the emperor was a lonely wolf. In the most recent years of his reign, he had gone without a partner by his side, keeping the throne of the empress and the title 'Moon of the Empire' silent and empty. 

There was a particular reason for it. A few years ago, there once was an empress. A benevolent empress graced, she was like an angel heavens created just for the sake of purity.

It was the heart-wrenching love story of the lone wolf emperor, Claude De Alger Obelia and the beautifully angelic empress, Ezrin Von Ruaille. One that send the Obelia to nearly engulfed by darkness.

The entirety of Obelia citizens had cherished their beloved empress to their heart, carved with devotion and sincerity. To them, she was beauty in everything. The role model of the young, envy of her peers, respected by the old.

Her cascading locks of pink in waves framed the beautiful woman, her skin was akin to marble, smooth and refined with quality, her eyes are wide and doe-like, filled with a beautiful color of a lighter shade of purple, filled with gentleness, benevolence and purity.

To them, she is a pillar, the reason of their love.

To him, she was everything. 

His anchor whom hold him with the most tender heart. His light that reaches him out like the first rays of the sun, her warmth had always been his source of comfort. His sanctuary, a beautiful testament of how she persevered beside him, for him to look at her in an equal way.

She was his salvation just like how he was her destruction.

To Claude, days before he met his empress, the world meant nothing to him, emotionally constipated from the years of bottling up his emotion to never show a weakness, he felt the world had forsaken him. Like the shackles around his neck and arms, burning on his skin at the mere remembrance of his past, a scar never to forgotten. Like the world had thrown him to abyssal clutches, his magic was nothing but the chains that tied him down to the deepest part of hell.