Far across the burning mountains and crimson rivers lay the feared Devil Kingdom of Hei'yan — a land where strength determined status, and the weak were not even worth pity.
In the grand palace of obsidian stone, a boy lived in the deepest shadows of the royal family.
Prince Hei Feng
— the second son of the Devil King.
But unlike the legends that spoke of demon princes born with storms in their blood, Hei Feng was born with nothing.
No flames.
No dark aura.
No infernal talent.
Not even the smallest spark.
From the moment he was born, the palace whispered:
"A useless prince…"
"A shame to the Hei'yan bloodline…"
"He should never have been born."
No Power, No Favor, No Warmth
While his older brother Hei Long, the Crown Prince, summoned black fire strong enough to melt stone and his younger brother Hei Yan mastered shadow blades by age ten…
Hei Feng could not do a single spell.
On the day he turned sixteen, he attempted to summon even a single flame…
but only a faint puff of smoke rose from his fingertips.
His father, Devil King Hei Xuanzhen, looked away with disappointment.
"Enough," he said coldly. "A prince without power is not a prince of mine."
His mother, Concubine Mei, never visited him.
She adored only his brothers — strong, talented, favored.
Hei Feng ate alone.
Trained alone.
Slept in the coldest wing of the palace, far from the royal chambers.
His room had no decorations.
No warmth.
Only silence.
His brothers never missed a chance to humiliate him.
During training:
"Move, weakling!"
Hei Long would kick him hard, sending him crashing into the ground.
"You're softer than mortals,"
Hei Yan laughed, throwing a dark sphere of magic that burst beside Feng's feet.
Servants avoided him.
Guards ignored him.
Teachers sighed whenever he appeared.
To the entire palace, he was a living joke.
A prince in name only
In the bitter darkness of the Devil Kingdom, Hei Feng still smiled quietly.
He trained alone every night, even if his body collapsed.
He studied ancient demon scrolls, even if he understood nothing.
He walked through hallways with his head held high, even while people whispered:
"Trash prince…"
"Hopeless…"
"He should hide forever."
But he did not hide.
Deep inside, there was a feeling he could not explain — a faint warmth in his chest, as if someone far away was calling him.
Some nights, he would feel an unexplainable flutter in his heart.
Not pain.
Not fear.
Something like… longing.
He would touch his chest and whisper to himself:
"Why does it feel like someone is waiting for me?"
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On the night of his sixteenth birthday, Hei Feng stood alone on the palace balcony.
A sudden, thin silver thread of light flickered in the sky — invisible to everyone except him.
For a moment, it touched his heart.
His eyes widened.
The thread vanished.
But something awakened inside him — small, faint, but real.
A spark.
A beginning.
Hei Feng didn't know it, but…
at that exact moment, far beneath the Kingdom of Lianhua, Princess Lian Yue touched her own chest, feeling a strange warmth.
Two souls.
Two different worlds.
One destiny pulling them closer.