His tutor, his possession.

"Burn her!"

"Haha, not so bold now, are you?!"

"Burn down that ungrateful witch!"

"Yeah!"

Noises and whispers surrounded the bleeding blonde woman tied up to a long wooden stake in her light nightdress, bringing her consciousness back alive. Her tired hazel eyes fell open, and the gathering of pitiful, scornful, and excited gazes placed upon her in the dark night made her scoff.

"Take that!" someone yelled and yet again another stone hit the side of her head.

She let out a tired exhale as she no longer had the strength to pinpoint her new bleeding spot. Suddenly, the noises around her died down and her face pulled up a glare as the cause of her misery gallantly walked down the castle ground. The high class gathering cleared a straight path to her and he walked up to her front, his royal cape falling behind him with two others following.

"Don't you just look miserable up there," he clicked his tongue as he came to a stop in front of her. She held her glare at him and he exhaled before lowering his voice for just two of them to pick on "We could've avoided this if you had just told the truth. You still have a chance, tell us where you hid the..."

His words immediately got stopped but the bloody spitthrow that met his face.

"Your Majesty!"

The two behind him drew their sword, but all it took was the raise of his hand to calm them down. She watched him calmly swipe her spit off his face and it became his turn to glare up at her.

"You mad dog," her tired voice finally spoke "You think I don't know what your plan is? Or what you would do to the others after you kill me?"

"If you know that then why act so stubborn?"

"Because I do not wish for such power to end up in the hands of a degenerate animal like you. And I know the others wish the same."

He went quiet for a minute, then a big laughter left his mouth, he laughed out so loud that the sound of his voice echoed the castle. Then for a moment, she saw his face hold a look that mirrored his monstrous heart. He stepped even closer to her and stared her deep in the eyes, his gaze showing no mercy.

"Samantha... I wasn't planning to go this far, but till the end you show me no respect." he stepped back and ordered loudly "Bring them here!"

Samantha's eyes questioned his order and nothing happened for a while, until she picked up the sounds of cries and mumbling getting closer to the open ground. The group of families pushed forward made her eyes widen and her stomach clenched up.

"Mama." her shaky whisper left her lips as she watched her family and everyone ever related to her brought down to their knees.

"Listen to me!" the lord called out to the crowd "This witch has betrayed the trust of the Dragneal's, royal holders of the dragon's seal! Tonight..." he spared Samantha a glance as he pulled out his sword, her eyes widened at his act and before she could lift a finger to stop whatever he had in mind, he looked away and started to walk up to her mom. "let this serve as a warning to all!"

"No... Fred no!"

"Samantha!!" her mom cried out.

Under the full moon, between man, moon, and all things of nature present, he brought down his sword on her in one swoop.

The courtyard fell silent after the gasp of the crowd and Fred stepped away. With no sign of remorse in his eyes, he pointed his sword at the rest of the crowd now crying for their lost one and he gave his last order.

"Kill them all!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"No!"

"Please spare us! Your Majesty... ah!"

"No, stop it! Fred! AHH!!" Samantha screamed out in tears as she struggled to let loose from the ropes "Pleasee!" she cried.

But she wasn't heard.

Or more like she was ignored, her screams and tears meant nothing to him. And just like that, he ended a bloodline of generations. Samantha's head fell as she cried out into the bloody night, her hoarse voice screaming out.

"YOU BASTARD! MURDERER! CURSE YOU! CURSE YOU, YOU MONSTER!"

"You should've tried speaking up like this a little earlier," Fred walked up to her. "Like I said, things could've ended up differently. Are you ready to talk now?"

Samantha's teary eyes came up to meet his in a glare, she clenched her tied up fist and her hard breathing became the last thing she was aware of.

"I only have one thing to say to you, hear me loud and clear Dragneal," her voice held pain "Your bloodline has caused a lot so much pain, there has been no worth in the existence of this bloodline and there still isn't even as you stand in front of me. I curse you, Dragneal."

Fred scoffed "I'm not scared of your curse, did you think I'm not aware you're only half witch. You can't even cast a magic trick to save yourself, so what makes you think..."

"I CURSE YOU! Dragneal." she shot again and the smile on Fred's face faded off. The blood falling down her eyes like tears was a concern...

but the most concerning was the change in her eyes. They had turned a dangerous blue.

A blue only the strongest of witches held.

"Hear me loud and clear." her tears fell

"S-Samantha wait-"

Her mouth fell open and a sudden breeze took up the ground, leaving Fred to be the only one close enough to hear her words.

"Quiet!" Fred yelled disturbedly, but it was too late.

Her words had befallen him, and as a result he saw a cut mark appear on his wrist. A curse mark.

"SAMANTHA!"

Fred panicked and before he could give his actions a thought, he dug his sword deep in her chest. She coughed out a pool of blood and in less than a minute, the light in her eyes faded off and she slumped down lifelessly.

Without a second of delay, the air in the castle picked up. The torches lightening up the grounds were put off at once and everyone raised their hands to shield their faces from the harsh wind that blew the grounds. Fred's eyes struggled to glance around and it unconsciously met with the moon in full glow. For a minute, he couldn't move a muscle, his sword falling off his hand with a clang made all eyes fall on him as he stood lifelessly.

"Your Majesty?"

The moon gave light to their steps, but not to the despair that was about to befall them.

Maybe if they had noticed a minute earlier, how Fred's teeth grew a sharp fang as he drooled out hungrily, how his fingers quickly grew into claws, and how his eyes turned a bloody red that mirrored the blood that had stained Samantha's clothes... perhaps they would've been alive to see rest of the story from here on.

Fred's havoc turned the kingdom in a frenzy, and soon enough all units were surrounding the castle and trying to hold Fred down. No one was getting to him, and so the only available measure was taken. He was struck by spears all at once and was finally brought down to his knees.

This incident went down in history for years about how the strongest blood of the west crumbled in just a night, all thanks to the curse of a witch. Fred's wife had been chased out of the castle after the incident, bringing forth a shift in power. However, what had not been recorded in history was how Fred's wife had been discovered a few days after her dismiss that she was pregnant. She gave birth in secret but came to be bewildered by the truth she soon discovers.

Samantha's curse on Fred had been transferred to his child.

~~*~~

*5 centuries later*

"I've had about enough of all this." Scott mumbled to himself as he stared lifelessly at the glitter of the night city.

With emptiness in his heart that he couldn't find strange as it had become one with him, he blinked quietly at the world. His elder sister had just passed away, yet he couldn't bring himself to shed a single tear for her. Not because she was the worst or because he hated her, she was literally all he had left, but simply because he couldn't help the thought of her being lucky enough to find death. To be shed away from this cruel society.

Yes. Society is cruel, and anyone who tries to tell him otherwise will remain nothing but a fool in his eyes.

He knew, he was aware, that despite society's cruelty, happiness still exists. It's like the case of light and darkness where they must have each other to be of importance. Yet in the case of happiness, there is still a vital need to have,

LUCK.

Lucky in the sense of being born talented, being born into a household already flourishing with money, finding a change in your pocket at your last minute of brokeness, escaping getting beaten by his uncle, winning the lottery, the police showing up just the minute you're unknowingly about to be kidnapped, finding a halfway rotten food to survive on after days of going on empty. Are this things counted as lucky? To Scott they are. And he could go on listing many more things that could be seen as lucky. It was a blessing to be lucky.

Unfortunately, he on the other hand never received such a blessing.

He'd been poor for as long as he could remember, from the minute he was aware of his surroundings and subconsciousness. His father had died before they had him, and sadly, the man hadn't taken along his unbelievable debt. Instead, he had left it all to Scott's jobless mother who had been too busy staying a housewife in their marriage. As if that wasn't enough, he left her pregnant with him, Scott. His mother died after she had him, passing on the responsibility and baton of their fathers debt.

Perhaps if they had been sent to the orphanage things could've been better, but they weren't. His uncle had come for him and his sister and had pretended to be ready to take care of them. However, the truth soon came to light later on that the one who had lent their father all those thousands that couldn't be accounted for was no one but his uncle. His uncle had taken them in and worked them down to the bone to "fetch me back my money" as he would say.

Which choice of words Scott did find stupid because they weren't drawing money out of a well, or a tree. They had worked their bones off since he could remember and he never even got to know what a school was. Repeating their boring and overworked lifestyle while the debts consequences tightened their necks everyday.

Yet with all this, his sister fell ill.

This began another race with time and money, his movements doubling as he aimed to clear off both the debt and surgical fees. And still, despite all the efforts he had put in to saving up enough money for her surgery, she passed on. Only then did he realize, what was his purpose? His aims for living had been his father's debt and sister's surgery, and he had kept on because he still had his sister. But now he had no one. It felt new and disorientating, what exactly was his purpose in life?

Why was he born?

His eyes went down the school railings and he stared at the profitable height that he knew would take him to his sister's destination in one go. He had specifically chosen a school rooftop for a reason. He didn't know how it felt to go to a school, how the students felt putting on their uniform to represent their status as a full fledged student, but perhaps if he died by jumping off a school's rooftop it would affect his next life. And maybe then he would finally get to know the experience of being a student. That was the only thing he...

"Are you going to jump or not?"

"My god, do you guys all have to think so much when you're about to do this? Well, not like I'm complaining. It makes my work easier."

The voice that came from his side made Scott's brows furrow, his head slolwy shifted to the person and he couldn't even tell if he was surprised to see a guy sitting on the railings. With one knee pulled up and the other leg dangling around, carefree, like he couldn't fall off if he accidentally slips.

Scott looked away and returned his gaze to the city as he chose to return to his depressed state and thoughts.

So, where was he?

Right, he was going to jump off a school rooftop because he...

"Are you going to jump soon or not?" the person said again and Scott blinked. A minute of silence passed through them and Scott shut his eyes, choosing to ignore him.

Once again, he was going to jump off the school rooftop because that was all...

"I've been waiting for over an hour now, are you seriously going to do this or not?"

Scott's eyes fell open and he exhaled softly, he turned to the guy next to him and slowly examined him. He couldn't get a good view of him because there was barely any light around them but all Scott could make out was that the person sitting on the railings was of no importance to him.

"Do I know you?" Scott asked dryly

"No you don't."

"So why are you talking to me?"

"Like I said, you were taking too long to jump that I was beginning to fall asleep."

Scott held the railing and shifted on his side "Were you never taught not to talk to strangers?"

"And were you never taught to make up your mind?" the guy shot back and Scott tried to talk back when the guy said "Keep wasting more time and your Uncle just might find you here before you even get to put a leg over."

Scott stiffened at his words and he took a step back warily "You know my uncle?"

"No I do not, but I happened to overhear your whole life story against my will." he rolled his eyes and Scott blinked

He overheard him? he didn't realize he was speaking out the whole time. His habit.

"Whether I choose to think about the lives of everyone that crosses this street, or about the people who are yet to be born, I don't see how that has anything to do with you. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to my thinking so I'll like you to either leave or be quiet until I'm done. Thank you."

He turned back to the city and let out a sigh.

He didn't have the time to play games with a stranger while he had his to play. He stepped closer to the railing and crossed his arms over them with yet another sigh, his heart sinking even deeper. Was his struggles really worth it? he's lost it all.

Unguarded, his skin crawled as someone quietly sniffled his neck, making his irritation boil even faster.

"What the hell are you doing?" he cringed with a glare as the guy who was seated on the railing a second ago now had him pinned to the cold iron. He seemed to be a little on the same height and Scott couldn't help the thought of why the attitude for someone a little shorter than him?

The guy's face fell back and he held a neutral look as he replied Scott "Seeing if my wait is worth the while. You smell terrible."

Scott's face almost pulled up in disgust as his eyes weighed him in disbelief, "Well, then don't go around smelling people. Do people tell you you're rude?"

"Oh," he chuckled like it wasn't something new "Arrogant, nasty, narcissist, inhumane, they call me a lot. And funny thing is that the Lord is even worse..."

"...that was a rhetorical question. Just get out of my face before I find you any weirder than you already are." Scott cuts off and shoved the guy back through the chest– or more like he tried to but he didn't even manage to make him budge.

A moment silence passed by and the guy broke it "Was that the best you had?"

"I'm not into hitting people." he muttered dryly and looked away despite the embarassment eating out at him. Of course he couldn't shove the guy away, he hadn't eaten for days.

"Hey,"

Scott's head came up in reply "What?"

"How about I pay off that debt of yours?"

"No, thank you."

There was no hesitance. The guy couldn't hide his shocked look but Scott didn't even have to think about it.

"What? You don't want me to?"

"Like I said, no, thank you." Scott turned away and went back to gaze at the view he once had his eyes on.

"But why? Don't you want to pay it off?" the guy came up to his side and Scott let out a tired sigh.

Would this dude just leave him alone?

"Ofcourse I do, but if I do accept your offer it doesn't make any difference. My debt is simply being transferred, and I do not wish to keep up my depressing way of living in a new form." his gaze shifted to the ground below him and his chest tightened up. He muttered to himself "I just want to end all this."

Neither of them said a word for the next few minutes, but then Scott's face squeezed up with shut eyes as he wondered why the maniac was still standing next to him and staring at him like he was some kind of mystery.

Did he choose a terrible time to end things?

He let out a sigh in frustration and turned to walk away from the railings.

"Where are you going now?" the stranger asked and Scott kept quiet.

He was going back to his uncle.

How could this nutcase show up just when he had finally made up his mind? Now he had lost the zeal and the spot to take his life. If he heads back now, his uncle was going to hit him ten times harder than the last for coming in late.

"Hey, Scott,"

Scott paused in his track at the call of his name and he turned back in surprise. "How do you know my name."

"That doesn't matter, does it?" the guy started to walk up to him "You didn't let me finish my side of the deal."

"Like I said, I'm not interest..."

"I'll pay off your dept, get you an apartment, get you new clothes, feed you, get you whatever it is you want, and you won't have to deal with your uncle ever again."

Scott squinted at his persistence "Were you even listening to..."

"I'll also- get you to school."

Scott felt all the nerves in his body freeze up at his words.

*I'm the worst sister, aren't I?* his sister's words suddenly came back to him and he clenched his fists from the churn of his insides. School? He could go to school? Could he really...

He paused.

The person standing in front of him was a total stranger, he knew nothing about him, Scott knew he obviously had a motive in mind, and perhaps it was to lure him into believing and then selling him off somewhere or gouging out his organs and then selling it. His Uncle would probably look for him because he hadn't paid off all their debt but he doesn't have to worry about that 'cause he'll be dead by that moment. And lastly, he wasn't even sure of how the nutcase in front of him planned to take care of his debt despite his big mouth.

But if he was sure of anything, it would be that jumping off a roof at his own will would be less painful than any other excruciating pain he could think of. Yet,

the only choice of his words his brain had picked out was "What do you want from me?"

~~*~~

Scott stood still in the middle of the red carpet floored mansion as an eye thoroughly observed him. The stare wasn't what made him uncomfortable, it was the truth that the person now standing in front of him could actually afford to pay off his debt and make two lines of maids patiently await his decision.

What the hell?

Back on the roof when he'd asked what he wanted in return, the stranger had replied "I want nothing."

Only a fool would believe that.

There was obviously a motive in mind, and Scott knew he wouldn't have been approached otherwise.

He wasn't that trusting.

The craziest part was how the minute he was beginning to doubt this stranger, a money transfer was instantly made in front of him and all his debts were paid off on the spot. And in his dept, they were talking like six zeros even after the struggle of his and his sister for years. He'd thought the receipt was a joke, until the stranger put a call through to his uncle.

"Here, talk to him."

Scott warily took the phone and put it up to his ear, instantly recognizing the impatient voice that truly proved it was his uncle on the phone.

"Uncle," he spoke first

"Scott? Where the hell did you get a phone? Did you rob a bank? Hahah! Is that how you choose to go about it now? You should've done this a long time ago, or now that your sister's dead you finally decide to hand me back all my pay you've been shoving up somewhere. Mhmp, I knew that bitch wasn't paying me all you earned. Well, not like I care how the hell you went about paying off my money but it better not be my problem, okay? Now don't think you can also laze off in my house anymore, if you've got this much money then you might as well get yourself a house of your own. Come get your things out of my house along with your sister's now, you both finally put yourselves to good use for once."

Before he could reply, the call got cut off and Scott was left standing speechless... not in surprise though. He was practically used to that. What he was speechless about was how easy it was to cut himself off from his uncle, all his years had been spent just for this day to come yet all it took was one night for everything to come true.

"So, now that you have no ties with your uncle, I guess you can come with me without worrying about anything else." the guy said excitedly.

Scott knew he was the one who had accepted to come, but he wondered how exactly he had ended up going with him even when he knew it was a trap. Who exactly did he get himself involved with?

Now back in the mansion, after standing for close to half an hour while being inspected physically and being sniffed in the rudest manner ever, the guy exhaled.

"Now that I'm taking a closer look at you, not only do you smell terrible, you're also skinny, dirty, and very very... unkept." he spoke with a dissatisfied look that couldn't be anymore obvious.

"I seem to get that a lot." Scott mumbled and it became his turn to observe his buyer.

Unlike Scott, he was the opposite. He smelt good, had a respectable amount of meat for his build, and not one part could be marked as unkept. He looked a little older than Scott as he stood in a gray hoodie with the drawing of an animal Scott couldn't make out, his short black hair had been trimmed in an undercut, his black eyes held mystery and his well defined nose line giving 'every girls' dream' nose. Lastly his lips... were none of Scott's business.

Seriously, who is this guy? Scott thought.

"I'm not sure my lord would be pleased with this."

Scott heard him mumble, but before he could question his words, he saw him shift decisively.

"Alright." his buyer snaps his fingers and the thirty servants he had lined up raised their heads at once. Which honestly freaked Scott out "Get him a warm bath, burn whatever he has on and let him put on something nice. What would you like for dinner?"

It took a minute for Scott to realize the question was thrown at him.

"Me?- I... I don't know. Bread sounds nice." he dropped at the thought that he would get to have some after so long, but the reaction he got made him think he had asked for too much.

And it wasn't just his buyer that had on the look, all eyes were now on him. And they were all struggling to hold their laughter for a reason.

"Bread?" the guy said with a look of utter dismay and Scott blinked, wishing someone would tell him what his offense was. He watched his buyer glance around the mansion that was obviously one of a kind and his confused face came back to Scott as he repeated "Bread?!"

"I mean, if it's too much I could just... not eat." Scott shrugged and from the corner of his eyes, he caught some of the maidens purse their lips tightly to hold themselves from laughing.

Now this was just plain embarrassing.

Should he not have given a response.?

"Now this is just plain embarrassing," his buyer stole the words from his mind "You're standing somewhere as huge as this and all you can ask for is... bread?"

"Could you stop repeating that word like it's the craziest thing you've heard." Scott mumbled, homestly tired of even trying to care.

"As a matter of fact it is. Chicken, beef, Foie Gras, ice-cream, pancakes, anything. You could've asked for anything. But what? Bre... you know what, let's do this again. What- do you- want- for dinner?"

Scott's head fell and he puffed his cheeks. He still didn't know what this guy wanted in return, he got the feeling he might not wake up the next morning. But if that was the case and he was let to have whatever he wants before his death, there was one thing he and sister had always craved.

"Then," his head came up. "Would it be okay to have a hamburger?"

His buyer stared at him blankly for a minute, then he let out a tired sigh and waved his hand "My god, someone please, just... make him an hamburger. Include every other meals as usual, and give him anything else he asks for."

"Yessir."

Scott's brows furrowed. What power must one have to control this many people? His head tried to get an answer around his thought but there was soon another question he had to ask himself. Like why were six maids hauling him away at once?

"Uh... w-what's going on?"