Power does not always scream.
Sometimes, it stays silent… and waits.
The city of Ravenfort was built on fear.
Tall buildings touched the clouds, but their foundations were soaked in blood. Every street had a story of betrayal. Every shadow hid a secret. In Ravenfort, money ruled louder than law, and guns spoke faster than truth.
And above all of it stood one name—
Valtor.
The Valtor family was not just wealthy. They were untouchable. Ports, weapons, underground businesses, politicians, police—everything moved when they moved. Their power was so deep that even enemies preferred silence over war.
At the center of this empire lived James Valtor.
James stood alone on the balcony of the Valtor mansion, looking down at the city that feared his name. The cold night wind brushed against his face, but his mind was far colder.
He was eighteen.
An age where boys dream of freedom.
But James was already a king in chains.
Since childhood, he had known luxury—private schools, armored cars, guards everywhere. But he had never felt free. People bowed before him, yet none looked him in the eyes. Friends smiled, but fear hid behind their smiles.
James hated that.
He didn't want power.He didn't want fear.
He wanted normal.
From a young age, strange things followed James.
When he entered a room, arguments stopped. Violent men suddenly felt weak. Once, during a family meeting, a hardened gangster fainted after staring at James for too long. Doctors blamed stress. Priests blamed bad energy.
James blamed coincidence.
He didn't know the truth.
He didn't know that something ancient watched through his eyes.
The only place where James felt human…was beside Elena.
Elena was not born into power. She lived in a modest house near the old streets of Ravenfort. James met her as a child, long before he understood what his family truly was.
She laughed freely. She spoke honestly. She treated him like a boy—not a prince of crime.
James fell in love without realizing it.
With her, he dreamed of escape. A future far from guns and blood. He believed love could save him.
What he didn't see…was how closely Elena watched everything he owned.
That night, the Valtor mansion was preparing for a celebration.
James's eighteenth birthday.
A night that would decide his future.
Inside the mansion, guards doubled. Security systems activated. Powerful guests from across the world were arriving—crime lords, business tycoons, and politicians wearing fake smiles.
James watched from above.
His reflection in the glass felt unfamiliar.
"Do you ever feel like the world is waiting for something bad to happen?" he whispered to himself.
Behind him, the lights flickered for a brief second.
James turned around.
Nothing.
Yet… the air felt heavy.
Deep beneath Ravenfort, far beyond human reach, something stirred.
A presence ancient enough to remember the birth of gods.
And it whispered one name—
James.
Far away, unseen by humans, invisible to time itself…Eyes slowly opened.
And the waiting ended.
End of Chapter 1