A Fateful Encounter Troubled by Change

Family was a relatively new concept for someone like Akashi.

He had long left the whispers of diplomacy behind, choosing instead to grasp swords and blades, intending to conquer and write an destiny forged by his own hand.

In the cold and darkest struggles of the battlefield, swords and spears shattering, his body pierced with chilling wounds, he had long forgotten the warmth of someone's embrace.

Being the strongest, he believed he had no need for such things to hold him.

Yet, in discovering desires that drove his prey to madness, he found an eternal burden of rage.

The long-forgotten feelings and warmth, devoid of malice, stirred even the heart of the cold and ruthless king of killers, making him yearn for the goodness of family even more.

"Some to tell, someone to guide, someone to care, someone who can weep for you—is this the bond of family?" pondered the white-haired swordsman.

"I need to know more; is it truly worth it, or just another behind the curtain lie?" he wondered, seeking clarity on the true value of these familial bonds.

His alluring cold facade finally shifted from icy and distant to a subtle smile.

"Sorry for my actions, Mother and Father. I seem a little lost for a while," he uttered in a low voice, gently placing a finger on his nose.

Gently, he wrapped his arms around the blonde mother, who was in tears, offering a silent embrace.

During the emotional outburst confrontation between father, mother, and son, the swordsman and the mother found themselves stumbling, caught in the intensity of the moment.

A small silhouette cast a shadow over them, its pouting face expressing dissatisfaction.

"So, seeing the big guy, everyone forgets the poor daughter," she said sarcastically, her grin revealing pointed side teeth, giving away her playful demeanor.

The white-haired bladesman swiftly dragged the blonde girl away from the impending stumble and fall. "Damn you, Riser, can't take a joke, you bastard!" he muttered in frustration.

To her surprise, the expected fall did occur, but she landed on the white-haired swordsman's legs, cradled in his lap.

The atmosphere of reunion was humorous and heartfelt, with no one noticing the red tint adorning the blonde girl.

Her ears were dyed red, unnoticed amidst the warmth of the moment.

The Gremory and Phoenix families were bound by a marriage contract involving their late and upcoming heirs, weaving a complex tapestry of familial ties.

The white-haired swordsman attempted to recall the figure of his fiancée from his memories, only to find a shady-looking, gently smiling, red-haired enigma lurking in the depths of his mind.

A tick mark suddenly etched across the swordsman's face, a manifestation of hatred and distrust as the realization dawned. "The damn contract," he muttered, unable to conceal his discontent.

Struggling even harder, he vaguely remembered a petite, crimson-haired girl with two bright eyes and a lot of baby fat.

The image of a cute little loli-tack began to emerge from the recesses of his memory.

"I almost forgot about that brat, radiating and blazing with pride and arrogance," he mumbled, acknowledging the memory of the fiery individual.

"Is the so-called Princess of Destruction, Rias, actually the leading lady for the Red Dragon Emperor, or did they mistakenly crown someone named Isaba Doda ..was his name right hnn whatever ?"

"I'll be on my way, but don't get too hopeful," remarked the white-haired swordsman, reflecting on the arrival for heir of the Bael family, Sairog bael to be their to .

Anticipation filled his parents as they expected him to exist just as his forebears did.

However, contrary to their expectations, he failed to light his fiancée's fire as tradition dictated.

This unexpected turn of events left them in suspense, unsure if their family's good fortune had taken an unforeseen twist, leaving them a little lost amidst the uncertainty of how things might unfold for them.

The emergence of the Red Dragon Emperor as a new adversary was a sight to behold, a harbinger of challenges and conflicts in the unfolding narrative.

"Maybe our paths will cross again today."with that a smirked was their on the white head face

Witnessing the sudden transformation in their cold and white-haired son, they were left astounded.

"Are you happy now?" they inquired, struck by a mix of curiosity and bewilderment.

As Remembering the moment when he bestowed an unexpected gift upon the lion king of this generation,

impatience surged within him as they awaited the looming demonic battle, fueled by an aura of domineering cold evil qi.

Speechless, they would find themselves if they could delve into their son's mind, filled with intricate battle plans for the future.

The revelation left them pondering, perhaps contemplating the idea of welcoming another daughter into their lives or not .

Uttering his words, he began the preparations to turn things upside down—oh, oops—perhaps intending to make things smoothly orchestrated, or so it seemed.

The heavily scarred blonde man, his body stained with blood, had been evacuated and now trailed closely behind the white-haired individual, resembling a shadow in relentless pursuit.

Though he believed his approach to be silent, what greeted him was a golden bottle of rare treasure thrown at his sight with swift and almost meteoric speed.

Although surprised, he appeared prepared for any unexpected attacks, always on high alert.

With deftness, he caught the thrown projectile, showcasing his readiness for the unexpected.

He observed a golden exotic bottle containing a rare dew, yet it emitted an intense life force, packed with an Asura red flame, adding an intriguing dimension to its essence.

The blond guy froze, deep in contemplation, his expression concealed behind the white-haired swordsman.

Finally, he asked, "Why help someone like me? You could have easily abandoned me in the depths of the underworld prison."

The white-haired leader's steps momentarily slowed, but he gracefully regained his pace, silently advancing towards the throne room in the castle with a regal demeanor.

"Must there be a reason? Perhaps there is, brat. So be strong, live, and strive to defeat me," he declared with a mysterious undertone, leaving room for contemplation.

"Or just maybe, I glimpsed an old friend of mine in your gaze that fateful day. Hurry to heal; we depart for the Human Realm in ten minutes," he revealed, hinting at a deeper connection and urgency to avoid .

He pressed on without stopping or looking back.

The blond's eyes underwent a transformation, glued to him, and eventually shifted slightly as they advanced towards the throne room in the castle.

The unspoken narrative unfolded with each step.

Upon their arrival in the throne room, they were met with twelve exotic thrones crafted from rare magic crystals, each emitting a golden aura.

Intricately carved with images of various mighty and bloodthirsty animals, the thrones stood as a testament to the power and diversity within the realm.

At a raised platform, there lay a majestic golden throne, adorned with crossed swords, spears, and blades behind it, creating a regal backdrop of silver and gold.

The symbol of authority and power resonated throughout the throne room.

Lying beside the golden throne were countless exotic weapons, each emitting a cursed, ghostly, and demonic corrosion.

These swords, bows, axes, and spears were meticulously crafted for the purpose of battles, serving as a family heirloom for generations of demons or heroes alike.

Yet, they rested in silence and darkness within the chamber, sheathed and untouched until the call for their power arose.