"I carried you for nine months—for this?" a voice rang.
"If you can't even tame a beast, you should hang yourself," another echoed.
"I wish I had a different big brother. One who wasn't so… useless," a third whispered.
"You should've died, Elion."
In a grass field deep within the wilderness, a young man no older than seventeen jerked awake in a cold sweat.
His breath came in ragged gasps.
His name was Elion Von Blackmere.
And if you want to understand how a royal prince became a monster with nothing but a demon monkey and a death wish...
We need to go back.
Three years ago.
To the day the beasts chose everyone… but him.