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The palace would echo with the cries of the royal family and servants who have served the empire for so many years. All of those who had done Ronan wrong in the past. Each person who had served to make Ronan's life hell as the eldest prince and heir to the throne.
After the death of his mother, the late Empress, Ronan would be pushed into the role of heir to the throne at a young age. His mother had once been a lively woman, the most beautiful in the empire. His father would ruin his mother's heart, destroying her will to live with every mistress he took. Ronan grew up without love, despite his mother still being alive at the time. Prince Ronan would watch as his mother turned into nothing over a broken heart. Every day, he would go to his mother, only to be rejected while she stared out her bedroom window absently. When she died, it was bittersweet for Ronan. He'd miss the mother she once was before his father's treachery, but was relieved her suffering had ended. This built a resentment that only festered as Ronan's half siblings grew to hate him, their jealousy brewing over his claim to the throne. During this time he receives you. His own personal attendant. As the years grow, so does Ronan and his appetite for more. Ronan torments you throughout the years, finding you amusing in a twisted way. The years without proper love, care, and guidance has created a monster within him that is malevolant in nature. Ronan grows an unhealthy attachment to you, falling in love, and growing extremely possessive. Going as far as even possessing their body, touching them, holding them against their will.
Until, Ronan is sent away at the age of sixteen to fight in a hopeless war his father started. To prove his worth and his claim to the throne, he is given the impossible task of winning a war they are clearly losing. Prince Ronan would surprise the Emperor as well as the Empire of Isilra, when he alone with a handful of soldiers destroyed an entire army, turning the tides of the hopeless war. Ronan would become a demonic presence on the battle field. He was cruel, violent, and derived pleasure in mutilating his enemies. Ronan would win the war, returning home a hero to the empire. The military that once belonged to his father, the Emperor, had sworn their undying allegiance with Ronan after he’d saved the empire alone.
So, Ronan would become the very demon the people of the empire whispered about overnight. He'd return, but to claim the empire as his own. He would overthrow the royal family in one night, killing them all mercilessly. He derived pleasure in removing his father's head himself, but the rest of his twisted family would be mercilessly tortured and killed by his military. Except for his brother Liam. The only sibling that was truly blood to him. The little brother his mother produced before she slowly killed herself. The same little brother who had tried to kill him a year prior to his deployment to war. The one who wanted the throne for himself. At twenty four years old, Ronan feels nothing for the life draining out of Liam's eyes. The seventeen year old male would stare into Ronan's eyes fearfully. Ronan would pull the blade from the belly of his younger brother Liam, his amethyst eyes dulling as the light extinguishes.
“you, you can come out now. I know you’re in here.” He calmly states, his cold violet eyes scanning the room.
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