Chapter 1

Black The Origin

chapter 1: Alkhun Berhalksawn

“Just a little more, Venus…” They have prepared the sheets, as the red stains of labor spread in the bed where Venus lays.

“Ahhhh…. It hurts…”  She held her womb in pain.

“Don’t worry honey, I’m here for you…” Keppler held her hand tighter.

“Ahhhh…”

*Baby Cries*

“It’s a boy…” Her sister whispers as she saw Alkhun, her older sister’s first born.

“Alkhun…” The Woman holding her own child was filled in overwhelmed joy of a mother, that won’t last that long.

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The black tint of blood drips to the face of his 5 months old son.

“Sister?” Venus looked at the direction of her sister. The black blood drips continuously from her eyes, her sister immediately realized the situation. “You’re having visions… again.”

“M-my son was cursed, what should I do?”

“Huh? What do you mean?” She was about to pick the boy from her sister’s hand but she moved it away.

“Alkhun was cursed!” 

~~~~~10 years later~~~~~~

Countless voices dominating his head, calling his name in despair and happiness as tears flows in their eyes, overwhelming his existence as if his heart was about to explode at all the emotion passed to him, that he had to carry, until end.

Alkhun eyes open and stood up frightened.

“Ah!” He was gasping for air, gripping his chest, as he saves himself from suffocation, only realizing it was all a dream.

He was in his bed in his room, silence surrounds it, as lights escapes on from the curtain in his balcony. He sighs in relief.

“Just a dream…” He looks at his shaking hand. He was experiencing it a lot lately.

In regards it was a normal day in the Jaiden Palace of the Berhalksawn Family.

Alkhun is one of the sons in the Berhalksawn family. He was the second youngest to his younger sister, Pamela.

A knock on the door was heard.

He looks himself at the mirror in a black-white polo uniform with a necktie. Wearing sweater at the top of it, and the dark green silk cloak that has the mark of the Berhalksawn family in it. He brushes his hair using his hand and immediately runs to the door. It was as always Pamela, his youngest sister, who would always cling to her.

“Alkhun" She wrapped her tiny arms into his brother's torso.

Pamela was 8 years old immortal, the 6th daughter of the Berhalksawn family, and the only daughter of Persophone in the family. Today she was wearing a cute pink dress and pink sakura headband, and her cloak don't suit her well.

"It's so early Mela," I told her and removed her grip.

"But it's already Spring!!! Can't you see it?" She excitedly led me to the balcony of his room that he hadn't opened since yesterday. She opened the curtain, and the wind blew pink sakura inside his room.

He covered his eyes when the sunlight hit his face. Way too bright, then slowly he saw the endless sakura tree. Wow, he was amazed. The view was spectacular, theirs thing particularly new except that the sakura was fully grown.

"Hasn't it been like his.." Pamela Pout. Alkhun giggles. He looks at the view.

The Spring occurs once in a century. Ever since he was born, he has seen the flower in the trees outside his room. Slowly growing, he would often stare at it and wonder why it never changed. He read a book in their castle library that there are 4 seasons. The Spring, the Summer, Autumn, and Winter... consecutively. These 4 seasons happen in a cycle of a century.

But on the other ream. Which were called the Mortal Realm, where beings like Humans exist. Everything happens so fast.

The Four seasons occur in a cycle of a year, the plant grows faster, so it does die faster... Animals die faster... and because their time goes at a faster pace... Humans too, die...faster.

Death huh?

Mortal World and Humans have always made Alkhun curious. He knew it was not something everyone knows. It was a controversial topic, he knew for a certain cause no one ever talks about it, not his classmates, not his teacher, not his siblings, not the public, not his father.... only a book. A book that he found at his father's old library hidden in the basement of the Palace.

"Alkhun, it's time to eat." The wind blew once again, and it flew sakura under his bed. Under it was the book he had been keeping for years. He walks past it and headed outside the room where Pamela was waiting.

"Let's go..."

As they enter the hallway of the Jaiden Castle, Alkun knew it has begun again. The piercing gazes of immortals poked him from face to toe.

Criticize all of his movements, with hostile gazes full of hatred and disgust, switching back and forth.

It wasn't the eyes of civilians, not the housekeepers, but coming from the people who run the same genes as him.

My stepmothers and siblings, Alkhun was glad despite having the same genes. He doesn't get the pitiful mindset of everyone in this castle.

Dozens of siblings come from different women in different aristocratic families. It was a tradition on the five elite Families to breed like pigs.

Why would they have to do it anyway? They’re only one reason. The Heritage.

Women's Flirt and get laid by the 5 Elite Family Leaders wanting to get the luxury of living in their palace. Alkhun never gets it and knew it was wrong and learned to hate it. Pamela smiles as she walks through the hallway as if it were nothing. It's not something new. Ever since he was born and raised in this castle. The first thing

Alkhun knew is that he was born in the wrong place. It's a competitive place that has all been fighting for Greed, Money, and Fame.

"Alkhun Berhalksawn, The daughter of Venus." It is everywhere. The whisper of endless hatred coming from the mouth of the people he hated the most.

"The closest one to the heritage!" Thou he never desired to be.

"Daughter of a Witch." He never knew his mother. He doesn't even see her shadow. He never wanted to know either she was deceased or alive.

Cause she's better off this disgusting place. Particularly not mad at her surely not, because even if she is Alkhun's mother.

Cause at the end. All Alkhun knew that she was no one but a stranger to him.

"Alkhun, let's sit there.." Pamela pointed out the seat at the front of our desk.

The Main Dining House was on the second floor of the palace, where they're two long wooden tables; dividing the stepmothers and Children. Chandeliers were designed at the top of the high ceiling brightening up the place, long windows at the side making the sakura trees visible. Alkhun thinks it is silly that its presents are more like a school organization than a family.

They sat at the front. As usual, their other siblings started changing seats as if they were some type of virus they didn't want to get involved with.

"Pamela where is your mom?" Pamela stopped herself from stuffing the food in her mouth. She puts down the pork and smiles.

"It's fine Pamela, you can leave me alone." Everyone hates him, and he means everyone.

Pamela, despite being clingy to him. Her mother was against being close to him, and every time Pamela would cling to her. Her mom won't talk to her for weeks. Pamela's mother Persephone was the current wife of their father Keppler. So Persephone and her daughter Pamela were more privileged than others, and Alkhun never knew why Pamela would cling to her most hated sibling in the palace.

"But-" A sudden bang at the table was heard.

A group of 5 guys, several years older than them, banged the table as they sat at the table in front of them. It was nothing new for Alkhun.

"Hello, dimwit, Alkhun." Marlo the oldest son, and Alkhun would say the dumbest.

Marlo was the first son of the Berhalksawn Family and should be the one closes to the heritage.

Alkhun stares emotionless at Marlo's face looking down on him. "You have the guts looking at me like that." He whispers at his ears and then spits at his cheeks. He then looks at Pamela glancing at her from head to toe.

"Ow, our little princess. Pamela." Marlo smiles sweetly at his younger sister. Pamela madly stares at him. "Why would you hang out with a dimwit like him?" He asked as he sat on the chair next to her.

He patted her head, and she got so mad that his white face started to turn red as the pink smoke began to vaporize in her. Alkhun couldn't keep it anymore. A cloud of black smoke coming from him suddenly grabbed Marlo's hand away. An extreme force that makes him thrown away at the table.

Shouts from the room have echoed.

"He has shown his true colors."

Alkhun ignores the gossips coming into the room. He stands up from his seat.

Alkhun staring emotionless at Marlo's terrified face that was agitating in hatred to his younger brother.

He manages to grin at fear before uttering. "You’re a Monster!"

"Alkhun Berhalksawn, Son of Venus, The sinful Witch of the West."