Once upon a time, the Demon Realm was overrun with chaos. The king, Hong Shòu Fēng, was avaricious and brutal. He could use his power to do whatever he wanted and no one could stop him. People endured, and criminals went free.
Then emerged a mighty warrior named Lei Mòliè. He was sick and tired of watching the Demon Realm crumble. Lei Mòliè went so far as to invite Hong Shòu Fēng to 'battle for the throne'. For days they dueled, their powers quaking the whole of the kingdom.
In the end, Lei Mòliè won. Lei was the family that ruled over and brought tranquility to the Demon Realm. They have subsequently ruled with firmness and fairness.
The Heavens looked on the battle and did not interpose. They still keep an eye on
Dark clouds hung over the Demon Realm as the blood-red sun set. The shadows that had extended were twisted, throwing out strange shapes upon the grand palace of the Lei bloodline. In the throne hall, royals and generals were silent as King Lei Moyao surveyed the room from his throne of black glass with eyes like ice.
Prince Lei Yǔlín stood a slight distance away from the group, a dark metal mask that only covered the area of his mouth and chin on his face, his golden eyes squinting. Whispers rose all around him — the same whispers as ever.
"That's the prince with the scar," someone said in a whisper.
"The one they say will bring destruction," another added, voice low with fear
Yǔlín said nothing. He never did. Not unless necessary.
Soaring high through the tension, King Moyao's loud voice resounded. "Today we honor the peace that our family's rule has wrought upon the Demon Realm. But peace is fragile." When his gaze landed on his wife, Queen Lei Feng, his eyes conveying a frigidness like never before. "Some people would have it break."
Behind and to the side of Crown Prince Lei Yehua, unflustered and calm, his profound dark gaze fixed upon his brother. "Brother," he murmured to Yǔlín, "do you think the peace will last ?"
There had been no motion of Yǔlín's lips, but his eyes shot back a candid reply.
At Yǔlín's right hand, Commander Wuji, his childhood companion and trusted informant, twitched restively. Wuji's eyes roved the room, ever wary of threats. "The Supreme General's eyes linger too long on the queen," he murmured softly to Yǔlín. "Something is not right."
Yǔlín's gaze hardened. "I know."
Having said this, King Moyao's end magnificent meeting. "Prepare the defenses. The darkness moves outside our walls."
As the people retreated, a cold smile formed on Queen Lei Feng's face as the burning ambition in her eyes briefly flashed up. The dice of destiny were rolling.