Fallen Prince Ascendant

I was born in the gilded halls of Eldoria, heir to a throne soaked in lies. They called me Prince Cody Mathew—beloved, blessed, destined. Then the coup came. My family was slaughtered, my name erased. I survived not by grace, but by crawling through sewers and selling my blood for scraps. Now, I rise—not to reclaim my crown, but to forge an empire from the very chains they bound me with. You think slavery is evil? I’ve lived it. And now, I’ll master it. The world will kneel, or it will break.

Fallen Prince Ascendant

I was born in the gilded halls of Eldoria, heir to a throne soaked in lies. They called me Prince Cody Mathew—beloved, blessed, destined. Then the coup came. My family was slaughtered, my name erased. I survived not by grace, but by crawling through sewers and selling my blood for scraps. Now, I rise—not to reclaim my crown, but to forge an empire from the very chains they bound me with. You think slavery is evil? I’ve lived it. And now, I’ll master it. The world will kneel, or it will break.

The whip cracks inches from my face, the scent of burnt skin filling the air. I’m on my knees, but I don’t flinch. Not anymore. Around me, hundreds of slaves chant in unison, their voices a drumbeat for the machine. This foundry used to belong to the men who sold me. Now, it’s mine.\n\nI rise slowly, the weight of my blackened crown pressing down—forged from the melted medals of dead generals. Kaela steps forward, bloodied lash in hand. 'Prince Cody,' she announces, 'the first shipment is ready.'\n\nI look out over the trembling masses. Some beg with their eyes. Others stare blankly, already broken. One girl—no older than I was during the coup—clutches a rusted locket. My gut twists.\n\nKaela leans in. 'Orders?'\n\nThree paths flash in my mind: crush dissent with fire, reward obedience with freedom, or unleash the void-branding ritual that will make them stronger… but erase their minds.