The Doom Clan was vast. Ancient. Structured not by law, but by blood, strength, and ambition. As Asuras—creatures born from war, wrath, and bloodlust—they thrived in chaos but enforced discipline from within. Their wings, horns, and tails marked them outwardly, but their truest traits lay beneath: cunning, ruthlessness, and power.
At the heart of the clan stood the main bloodline faction, descended directly from the original royal line—the family of the Demonic Emperor himself. This bloodline was feared not just for its purity, but for the ferocity of its inheritors.
Astaroth Doom, the current Patriarch, was its face—ruthless but composed, decisive, and firm. He had led the clan for almost an eon now, stabilizing his position after countless years of wise choices and bloodshed.
But there were others.
His younger brother, Abaddon Doom, stood just as tall in strength. A fellow Paragon Realm expert and supreme elder of the doom clan, Abaddon had once vied for leadership of the clan but lost narrowly to Astaroth in the Rite of Sovereign Blood—a ritual that determined the next head by strength, will, and clan support.
Abaddon had never let go of that loss.
Behind his sharp smile and silver eyes lay simmering resentment. While Astaroth led the clan with strategy and honor, Abaddon played the long game—quietly building influence through alliances and bloodlines. His wife, Tabitha Doom, a powerful demoness of the Empyrean Realm, was his most potent weapon. Beautiful, cold, and terrifyingly manipulative, she moved pieces in the dark like a master strategist on a soul-forged board.
Together, they birthed a child—Anzu Doom—on the same moon-shadowed week as Malikai.
Where Malikai's presence brought mysterious thunder and subtle signs of destiny, Anzu's birth was met with howls of approval. His bloodline purity was tested immediately, off the charts. Some said he held a closer connection to the ancient Asura essence than any born in the last millennium except Malikai. With dark crimson wings and a tail that glowed faintly with infernal script, Anzu was quickly deemed a prodigy.
And Tabitha? She saw in him a future Emperor.
One with no room for rivals.
The main bloodline was ruled not just by Astaroth and Abaddon. Four others stood alongside them as core elders, each in the Paragon Realm, and each with their ambitions and reputations.
Leviathan Doom, the third brother, was a recluse. A master of soul arts and forbidden formations, he lived in the outer ridges of the clan's domain, surrounded by monstrous demonic beasts and war puppets. Unmarried, childless, and silent, he was a mystery to even his siblings. But his loyalty to the clan—and especially to Astaroth—was unwavering.
Then came Aamon Doom, the most prolific of the siblings. Charismatic, bloodthirsty, and always laughing, Aamon had over a dozen wives, more than 5 children and atleast a dozen grandchildren, though that might not sound like a lot but you should know, asuras have very long lifespans and very low birthrate, so having more than 5 kids and 10 grandkids in a couple eons is not as easy as it sounds, each of his offspring are raised to fight and conquer. His descendants are ambitious, competitive, and aggressive. Aamon thrived in war and chaos, and though he supported Astaroth, many suspected he secretly encouraged internal rivalries for his amusement.
Byron Doom, the fourth brother, was more reserved than Aamon, but no less ambitious. A tactical genius and strict disciplinarian, he had sired 4 offspring and a couple of descendants from his lineage, but raised them like soldiers—devoted to the clan, shaped for war. Many of the Doom Clan's generals and war scholars came from Byron's line.
Lastly, there was Amy Doom, the only sister among them. Sensual, deadly, and utterly unconcerned with tradition, Amy had taken fifteen husbands and countless concubines, though she bore no children. Her reason? She cared not for motherhood or legacy—only pleasure, influence, and chaos. Despite this, she was a deadly fighter and often served as an enforcer of the clan's blood rules when conflicts arose.
Together, these six formed the main bloodline faction, and by extension, the core of the Doom Clan's power.
But cracks were forming.
Tabitha, with whispers and calculated words, was shaping young Anzu into a weapon. She planted seeds of resentment early, pointing out the attention Malikai received, how the ancestors gazed upon him in silence.
"Your cousin was born under the crimson flame," she whispered to Anzu one night. "But remember… flames can be snuffed. You are the future, not him."
And so, a rivalry—manufactured, one-sided, and simmering—began to bloom.
Unseen, the tides of fate stirred.