(Luke POV)

The road ahead was peaceful as the sunny warm breeze blew on us as we remained in the carriage. It was a fancy one as we were more so in the rank of nobility. 

This was the first time I would meet my younger brother compared to my other siblings. Reason being the decision fathers fourth wife had taken in order to live a comfortable life. 

She was indeed beautiful and won a part of fathers heart after a few years of being together in which I plotted their marriage as glimpses of love were obvious. 

They'd left a year and a half years ago and my brother had been born only months later which makes it a year and some days now. It was pleasantly exciting. 

It was the entire family in this long trip to the village they reside in with a more befitting home considering our ranks. Not to sound rude of course, just that it is important etiquette in showing the people proper ways of life in nobility. 

"Halt!"

The ride stopped.

Our mothers stood up as they felt the similar presence I was feeling and it was only in front of the carriage. 

I traveled with a sword in my waist as I'd trained ever since I was two years old. I was in a professional standard as I easily climbed to sword saint in almost every style there is to know. 

"Luke, I advise you to not move a muscle."

Mother?

Suddenly the sound of cracking bones emerged from the front as the covered sheets grew in the stains of blood. The crunches came from someone's mouth and the source were bones, the ones from the one taking us to the village. 

From the sound, they'd seem to be enjoying it. It was only one individual and the person up front was supposedly classified as a King ranked swordsman. 

"That was tasty."

The sound now came from behind, it was a large man walking in chains as his long hair hid his eyes and upper lip. His hair was white, and the stains of blood were obvious throughout his clothes and hair. 

His hands were covered in blood and he continued to lick every single finger and drop of blood he had in his fingers and palm. He had no weapons so the question would be what did he use to murder our driver. 

"Oh, is that Luke "Sieg" Shariac I see!"

He knows me?

"It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance in these early stages."

Fast!

He appeared quick in front of me and his hand grabbed my neck with the parents in the carriage unable to take action from his speed. 

He jumped upwards from the carriage, tearing the sheets from above and taking me to the flat lands outside the carriage. 

He squished my neck tightly and I felt the throbbing as it rapidly intensified. He knew me, but who could he possibly be? I've never met such a person like him. 

A mark?

He had the mark of a sloth in his neck, which could mean he was in some way related to the demonkind. 

It was strange as lately we've been on good terms with the demons thanks to one of my stepmother's and fathers courses in politics. 

It hurt and the only thing I could do was fight not with the sword but in trying to rid his hands from my neck before he tears it from my body. 

"It's strange to think you'd be this weak even as a Saint rank in your current state. To think you were that terrifying."

He talks of experience as if we'd already fought before but nothing came to mind as I'd never had an official match with another person. I only defeated high ranked monsters and that was about it. 

"W-who are you?!"

My breathing became heavy as he held the air away from my throat giving me minimal chances of communication, thankfully he didn't kill me yet. 

"Me... oh right. You don't know me yet, since you're still a child. Anyways, quick question, why do you think nobody is coming to save you."

Save me, that's right mother.... hold on this place is different.

The land was completely dark as it withered like cracks. There was no carriage from where we stood and the sky was dark with a red moon and a six marked star. 

"This is-"

"That's right, your father really did teach you well. Welcome to my DOMAIN!"

Sinister would be the best description of this place as the more I looked around, the more terrible it became. 

Bodies scattered in the dark land, several hanged in crosses and others in large spears. The land drenched in blood of the corpses that remained of the dead. 

A sin. 

"I am Vrien, Sixth Calamity Sin, Sloth."