Note: (3/8) of mass release. 

March 25, 1096 

"The fall of every territory with us rising from the ashes."

After Prince Cyn spoke those words, letting them hang in the air, he watched the way 49 stared at him. The omega looked at him like he had lost his mind. He did lose his mind—the moment the queen killed his mother in front of him, he snapped. 

He knew his faults and how psychotic he grew, but nothing could stop his dream. Prince Cyn wanted to see his enemies on their knees, begging for their lives as he slowly killed them. 

He would save his family for last, mentally and physically torturing until they lose their minds and beg for mercy. And even then, he would never give them leniency. 

"You think I am mad, don't you?" Prince Cyn responded. 

49 nodded without hesitation. And that is what Prince Cyn found so perfect. 

Slaves lose their will after so many years of pain and torture. They turn obedient and rarely defy their masters, always lying through their teeth to please them. A few keep their wills, but they always lose it in the end from the constant abuse. 

But 49 was different; he continuously fought while his fire showed no signs of extinguishing. He even told the truth, not caring about his master beating him for his disobedience. 

Before 49 could think about moving away once more, Prince Cyn quickly grabbed his arm. 49 instantly moved, slapping his hand away before his eye blazed in hatred and disgust. 

His hand stung from the slap, but he ignored it. His member twitched while his eyes displayed his desire. Noticing Prince Cyn's expression, 49's nose scrunched up as his disgust became more prominent, "You are disgusting." 

A five-year-old Prince Cyn walked into the brothel, looking for his biological mother. The omegas looked at the little boy before glancing away, already knowing why he was there. The omegas would not make conversation since he is still royal; they wanted to live. 

Prince Cyn ignored them too, while covering his nose with his sleeve as the different pheromones mixing made his stomach hurt. He walked faster, getting away from the hall as he reached his mother's room. 

When he got closer, he heard voices through his mother's cracked door. Peeking through the crack, Prince Cyn saw his father and mother inside. She pulled her arm out of his grip while glaring, "Don't touch me! You come here like you can fuck me for free but won't allow me to enter your home. I want to see my son more than him coming here to this place." 

"Why would I allow filth to stain my home? It is already enough to allow the boy to stay." King Yvet replied. 

His mother bitterly laughed, looking away from King Yvet, "But you love sneaking here to continue touching this filth." 

"Isn't that your job?" King Yvet scoffed. 

"You are disgusting." 

"Say it again," Prince Cyn demanded; he wanted to hear those words again, passing through 49's lips. Something flashed in his crazed eyes as he quickly grabbed 49's throat, squeezing tight. 

49 fought, kicking Prince Cyn's legs and stomach; it was enough to bruise. But, none of it registered with Prince Cyn. 

A slap resounded in the room as Prince Cyn's mother fell to the ground. Blood dripped down her chin as he grabbed her face. And before she could think of moving, King Yvet dropped on top of her, using one hand to hold her down by her throat. "Don't think just because you gave me a son that you can speak to me in any way you want to. You forgot your place, disgusting bitch. So let me remind you where you belong." 

Prince Cyn barely registered clothes ripping as he stood still, watching everything his father did through the crack of the door without making a sound. 

"Say it again," Prince Cyn's hand grew tighter, making it hard for 49 to breathe. His fingers scratched against the hand holding his throat, pulling skin while drops of blood slipped through the wounds. 

His mother never made a sound, even when her eyes met Prince Cyn's through the cracks, staring back at him. 

Prince Cyn could not see through reality as those words triggered a repressed memory, making it repeatedly play in his mind. He could take the looks of disgust from 49 and his family calling him that, but when 49 said it, it triggered him somehow. 

He barely noticed his pain and wounds; he even did not notice when 49's movements started becoming lax under him. 

Then a knock sounded at the door, bringing Prince Cyn back to reality. Finally, noticing what he was doing, he quickly let 49's throat go, staring at his hand like they were the culprit. 

49 greedily took in air, turning his head while coughing. He grabbed his neck, massaging it as he ignored his stinging eyes. 

Prince Cyn reached forward, causing 49 to flinch back before letting out a wrecked growl. He was like a caged, abused animal ready to attack its owner. 

"I didn't want to hurt you." Prince Cyn's voice sounded tender like a brand-new person had taken over his body. 

Prince Cyn hid when his father left. Once he heard his father's faint steps, he entered the room, closing the door behind him. He walked into the bathroom, grabbing a small towel as he wet it before making his way towards his mother. 

"Mom, I can clean you up." He softly spoke before he started cleaning his mom's body. But, she grabbed his wrist.

"Get out." 

"But—" Prince Cyn's hand trembled as hurt lay apparent on his face. 

"I do not mean to hurt you, but no boy should see his mother this way. Get out, Cyn. You have seen enough." His mother explained. 

49 looked at him like he was a lying monster. 

No, Prince Cyn was not a monster; his family just messed up his mind. "I have medicine in my nightstand that could help you." Prince Cyn started, acting like he did not lose his mind a few seconds ago. 

Another knock sounded at the door as a calm voice spoke, "Sir, the king requests your presence in his office." 

The real tenderness that appeared in his voice and on his face utterly disappeared like it was never there. A sneer took over instead as he replied in a fake, sweet tone, "Okay, tell my father I will be there soon." 

"Yes, sir." 

He got off the bed, making his way to the bathroom, ignoring 49, who glared at him while still holding onto his throat. 

Prince Cyn turned on the light, heading for the sink as he washed his hands, wiping away the blood there. The pain finally hit him from 49's kicks. But he ignored it. After finishing washing his hands, he grabbed gloves, slipping them on. Then, he wiped and straightened his clothes. 

Finally, he left the bathroom, walking towards the door. "A maid will come in here soon to give you food. If you try running away, your head would be rolling on the floor before you have a chance to fight back." 

He opened the door, closing it behind him as he walked to his father's office. Prince Cyn locked away his repressed memory; he did not want to enter his father's room with his bloodlust still leaking. It is not the right time yet. 

Once he reached the office, he knocked on the door. "Enter." His father called. 

Prince Cyn opened the door, closing it behind him as he gave one of his lovely smiles, "Father, you called?" 

"Your brothers are busy, so in three days, you will ride to Espal. King Galot will have his annual event; I need you to go to show people where we stand with them." 

Prince Cyn internally smirks. Oh, father, you love handing me gifts. 

"Yes, father." 

"And do not embarrass me; you still represent this house." 

"I would never disappoint you, father."

In dues time, father.