Prince of Gluttony: Born from Betrayal

The Crowd fell into a hushed silence as the blood dripped from Cain's hand. The warmth of Abel's heart was a comfort to Cain. His revenge was almost over. However, Cain was not satisfied with what he had done to Abel.

He opened his mouth and took a deep breath. What nobody noticed was faint blue wisps coalescing towards Cain's mouth. By the time Cain's lungs were full of oxygen, a small blue marble had formed in Cain's mouth. It was what remained of Abel's soul. It was his essence and the root of his innate skill.

Cain frowned as he bit down on the marble. He could tell that there were impurities in the marble, almost as if there were foreign contaminants were mixed in. Even still, he chose to swallow it where the fragments of the marble dissolved and disappeared forever.

Abel had been erased from the world and his soul would never return. He would never have a second chance, no resurrection. He had been removed from the cycle of reincarnation. Forever.

[Gluttony has been Activated]

[Corrupted Soul has been Devoured]

[Skills have been Gained]

[Sin Fragments have been Retrieved]

[As Skills from the same Series, Gluttony is unable to Devour the Sin Fragments.]

[Sin Fragments can be gifted to other Individuals. If Corresponding Synergy is detected, Users may harness Sin Fragments to Awaken Sin Skills.]

[User has Gained Lust Fragment]

[User has Gained Pride Fragment]

[User has Gained Wrath Fragment]

[User has Gained Envy Fragment]

[Skill Holy Swordsmanship (A) has been gained]

[Due to the Demonic Nature of the Host's Body and Skill, Holy Swordsmanship (A) shall undergo Mutation]

[Holy Swordsmanship (A) has mutated into Demonic Swordsmanship (A)].

Cain stood still for a long moment, his eyes narrowing as the last taste of the marble lingered on his tongue. The fragments of sin resonated faintly within him, a low hum thrumming against the unnatural rhythm of his demonic body. A ripple of darkness coiled beneath his skin, settling into his veins like molten fire.

Then he dropped the ruined heart. It landed on the stone with a wet thud, splattering blood across Abel's lifeless face. Cain looked down at him with calm detachment, his expression betraying no triumph and no grief. Abel was nothing now, not even a memory.

He didn't seem to notice that the cheering had stopped. The brutal finality and ease that Cain had displayed in killing Abel sent a chill down everyones spine.

Abel had once been his friend but what little emotion he had shown when ripping out his heart was one of joy and....excitement .

Everyone there knew that after today, the nickname of Trash Prince would be a forbidden name. As the violet glow in his eyes receded, his gaze shifted to the crowd.

Silence hung thick in the air, heavier than the blood on the platform. Faces were pale, eyes wide, hands frozen mid-motion. No one moved. No one dared speak.

They did not know what Cain had done with Abel's soul. All they saw was a man who had ripped a peer apart with terrifying ease. Abel's death had been clean, absolute, and merciless. Every whisper of pity or ridicule vanished, replaced by raw, creeping fear.

Eyes darted nervously to one another. Those who had laughed at Cain, mocked him, or ignored his suffering felt the first cold tendrils of dread curling around their spines. If he could do this to Abel, what would he do to them? How far would he go if their names were next on his list? Every instinct screamed that Cain was no longer someone to cross.

As far as they were concerned, he was a Demon in Human form. Hence the first name that slipped from a terrified students lips was "The prince is a Demon....a Demon Prince."

The words spread like wildfire. The first whisper, tentative and trembling, came from a student in the back.

"The Prince is a Demon... a Demon Prince."

The phrase rolled over the crowd, repeated by those closest to the platform, gaining volume and confidence. Fear and awe intertwined in every voice. Noble students, teachers, and spectators alike found themselves swept into the chant, unable to resist.

"The Demon Prince! The Demon Prince! The Demon Prince!"

Cain's violet eyes narrowed slightly. He did not like the nickname. It was not something he had sought, not a title he desired. It implied monstrosity, something beyond humanity, and though the truth of what he had done might justify it in their minds, he did not want to be called a demon. He had done what had to be done. That was all.

Yet the chant grew louder. The rhythm of voices pulsed like a living heartbeat through the arena. The air vibrated with a mixture of terror and exhilaration. Every face turned toward him, every eye wide, every body frozen in a mixture of reverence and dread. The nickname clung to Cain like a tangible aura, a mark that had been forged in blood and fear.

Cain opened his mouth to speak, to stop them, to insist that they call him by no title, that he was merely Cain and nothing more.

Then movement caught his attention. A flash of red, bright and alive, sprang onto the platform. Jayden leapt with ease, landing before him with her tail whipping excitedly behind her. Her fiery red hair caught the light, flowing down her back like molten fire. Her feet pressed against the stone with grace, and before Cain could fully register it, she had thrown her arms around him, pressing her head firmly against his chest.

Cain's eyes widened slightly in surprise. Her embrace was fierce, unwavering, full of joy and relief. Her tail wagged so forcefully it brushed the platform beneath her.

"I am so happy!" she said, her voice muffled against him. "I knew you could do it! I knew you would win!"

The crowd froze again, their mouths opening and closing, unable to process what they were seeing. Cain had spoken openly of Jayden being his woman, claiming her loyalty and heart, but to see her act on that truth, to claim him in front of everyone, sent shockwaves through the audience. Noble students gasped. Teachers froze mid-step. Whispers turned into stifled screams of disbelief.

Cain shifted slightly, unsure how to respond. He was not used to such open displays of affection, especially in the midst of such chaos. His mind, still sharp with the remnants of Abel's final moments, processed the significance of her actions. This was no longer a declaration for Abel or for revenge. This was genuine. Jayden's loyalty, her trust, her joy, all laid bare in front of the entire arena.

He placed one hand lightly on her back, a gesture half instinct, half curiosity. He had expected support, but not this intensity. Not this complete, unflinching devotion. His violet eyes softened minutely as he looked down at her, taking in the vibrant energy she radiated.

The crowd began to murmur again, the voices trembling between awe and fear. Some had not fully processed Abel's death. Now, they were witnessing something more. A bond, unbreakable and undeniable, forged between Cain and Jayden. The Demon Prince they had begun to chant about was no longer just a figure of fear. He was accompanied by someone who amplified the weight of his presence, someone whose loyalty and passion made Cain even more formidable.

Jayden pulled back slightly, looking up at him with wide, gleaming eyes. "Everyone knows now," she said firmly. "You are mine, Cain. And I am yours." Her tail flicked behind her in a sharp, decisive motion. "No one can stop us, and no one will."

Cain blinked, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. He had never expected such a declaration. She had not just affirmed her presence. She had claimed it, claimed him, and in doing so, she had claimed a part of his power. The crowd's chant started again, hesitant at first. Some began to whisper, uncertain if the words were meant to be feared or admired.

"The Demon Prince! The Demon Prince!"

Then Jayden raised her voice, clear and commanding. "Yes! He is the Demon Prince! And he has me by his side!"

The chant erupted once more, stronger, more confident, and now with a new energy. The audience was not just afraid of Cain. They were in awe of him. They understood, instinctively, that this man who had destroyed Abel with ease and taken his place as something beyond ordinary power was untouchable, unstoppable, and now joined with someone just as fierce in spirit. Cain's frown softened almost imperceptibly. He did not like the nickname. He did not seek it. But he recognized its power. It was a symbol of respect, fear, and authority all at once. With Jayden at his side, it was no longer a mockery or a threat. It was a truth they could not deny.

He finally spoke, his voice low but carrying across the arena. "I am not here for titles. I am here for what is mine and for what must be done." His gaze swept over Jayden, then back to the silent, trembling crowd. "And anyone who would threaten that will face me."

The weight of the words sank in immediately. No one dared argue. No one dared question. The fear, the respect, and the awe mingled into a single, oppressive certainty: Cain was untouchable. He had risen beyond the bounds of ordinary men. He had been underestimated, mocked, and dismissed. Those days were over.

Jayden pressed herself closer to him again, her voice firm and joyful. "And I will always stand with you, Cain."

Cain exhaled, a small, quiet smile forming on his lips. He did not need to say more. The crowd understood. The Demon Prince had emerged, terrifying, unstoppable, and absolute, and now he had someone who matched him in will and spirit.

The arena remained silent for a long moment, the echo of the chant fading, replaced by the pervasive, unshakable knowledge that Cain's power and presence would not be challenged lightly ever again.