1 I will be a king

A sigh escaped the cracked lips of a pale and thin youth, his flagon of black hair draped down to his shoulders. He embracing the neck of his mare, his hand absent mindedly stroking the horses hair.

"Oh, Heja how could my life have come to this. Set to my own devices with such a pathetic form, all to lusted by the vicious maws of nature and it's unruly brothers of midnight frost and hunger. Ah, to be removed from any formal residence truly assures the undoubted end to any man, but for such a man of pedigree that begets a man of my status without my instruments - my servants and soldiers - what am I but a heavy voiced bum."

Leon De Ventriadela the third was the first prince from the Ventriadela Kingdom, a small broach to the overwhelming western territory of the Azula Continent, although the western regions were a vile confusion of war, death and poverty, nevertheless the Ventriadela Kingdom of ten successive generation's in account of it's advantageous territory and unbelievable birth of unrecognizable talents in magic and martial arts somehow rejected the undisturbed nature starving the west.

Yet in deep contrast to it's well to do state, the inside of the kingdom was rife with political corruption by the prominent noble class, and the common people were typical at arms. It wasn't a rare occurrence to witness a lord feasting on the plentiful riches and women accounted to their peaceful lands, and incurring the wrath of the people and promoting an insurrection. The Kingdom about two hundred years ago could no longer bear witness to such acts, and the King at the the time Lionas De Ventriadela, introduced a new law that provoked a system that held nobility to account and maintained the commoners in check. One of the most controversial items in the new law, being that the children of nobility were forced to basically be institutionalized and reformed into decent and well mannered individuals who possess no outward flaws. How could the nobility allow such a thing to pass, but how could a King allow such a thing to be denied. Any noble who denied was lynched and their noble lines destroyed. In the end the nobility assented.

To this day this tradition was continued and any noble found to be misusing their identity and power, in an unscrupulous, or if they did bad thing without having any worth were exiled.

Such a thing occured to Leon the most famous icon for the young and old nobility. A young scion who abused every authority given to him, bedding any woman he saw and beating his servants and staff without reserve. Yet most distributingly he was found to have attempted assassinations on twenty of his siblings. As a result the King, King Casian exiled his son alongside a small party of worthless guards all of whom are known to be troublesome and vile individuals who couldn't be lawfully evicted or killed. Effectively erasing the problem festering in the nobility, and also the common populace.

Yet the problem was -

"That damn bastard Leon De Ventriadela! That absolute worthless bastard! Why did he have to do all those horrible things!? If that wasn't enough why did he have to do it so stupidly? Okay, fine be evil and stupid, it wasn't a crime (It is), but to go ahead and commit suicide right before the trial and bringing my lost soul to your worthless body. Why must your existence exist?"

Yes a Leon from another world has magically appeared in the recently deceased body of the former crown prince. At first he felt unbelievably delighted at the concept of being reborn as royalty, yet as the days and inevitably the trial progressed he felt utter regret and rejection.

He even tried to call a few magician's from the black market to inspect his body, hoping to leave this accused body without the risk of well falling into an eternal death. Leon wanted to live, he felt the preciousness and warmth of it all to familiar, and couldn't bare to discard it a second time. Yet the magician's recognized that his soul and body were unbelievably connected at a ratio of 100%.

According to the magician's a normal human has a connection rate of 70% with their body and soul. Magician's who tap into the realm of Gods and divinities, possess a connection rate of 50-40%. So for someone like him not only could he not use magic, if he died he would effectively be truly dead. In this world Heaven did exist, but it was more of a joke to Leon. It basically entailed serving the God's, and the only way to reject such a ridiculous facet of death was to live forever or become a God yourself. Yet Leon didn't even have a choice in the matter. Furthermore there were not discordant remains of a soul, proving that that the original Leon had completely disappeared.

The current Leon was thus exiled, only followed by the blood curdling stares of an unmerriful band of thieves and killers, all too damn furious at the former Leon's ability to drag their 'innocent' selves out of the safe arms of the Kingdom.

Leon sighed, with tears flickering at his eyes, he tightened his grip around Heja, and she twisted her head licking his. Heja, a beautiful female horse remained of his former life as a prince, and this horse also served as his sole friend and aide in this life. A random brush of extravaganza right before he was kicked out. Leon found himself captivated with Heja and he beautiful form, he felt this horse would accompany him through the thick and thin, and thus begged his uncaring father for her.

Smiling in relief, Leon raised his head.

His eyes sharpened, and his lips unknowingly raised into a bitterly frightening smirk.

The Seven deity forest, lied ahead, it's thick arms hung high like an all devouring veil of a purgatory. With it's deep gasps of trees and monsters, it truly was an abyss for humans. A bewitching and destructive entity that seemed incorruptible and unbreakable.

Yet in this hell, the former Prince, the reincarnated individual Leon, would attempt his aims towards the founding of a wild and cruel Empire to rule over the world. Whether it would succeed or not mattered little, what remained was the unending desire and avarice burning in his eyes, teetering in madness.