Hyunjin just celebrated his 12th birthday, the Kingdom Miroh rejoiced and congratulated the young prince, he was the most attractive of all, the heart throb. He remembered vaguely, that day had marked off as everyone's most dreadful day in their lives. Childhood. Minho was the happiest, sadly his smile never lasted past midnight. They children were allowed to hunt for the first time, their first training, of course it was one of the best days. Or so they thought. As night fell over Miroh like a cold blanket the sinister whoosh of a chilly wind proved them wrong.

Chao's, the strong smell of blood and his sister running towards him, their parents hacked to death without compassion, his sister bleed from her crown as she hugged him tightly crying into his chest.

They made to believe, "It was Levanter. Or perhaps NCT. That's a big Kingdom. It's going become alright." That's what they told, making them sleep respectively in small beds as the palace wasn't safe anymore.

"Hyunnie. Can I sleep near the window? Please. It's so stuffy to share a bed with Jeong-in." Minho had poked Hyunjin to give him his bed and so the brothers switched.

Though all of them went to sleep in the same room, they woke up in different places, some as slaves at mines and some at brothel houses, where travelers and rich families would buy them. Hyunjin ended up in the deep dungeons where the iron workers treated their slaves like trash or worse.  The disobedient ones were casted into the burning flames of fire or they were thrown into molten iron. He was tortured, forced to work hard, be a slave than a prince. There were times he wanted to sacrifice himself to the Gods by jumping into either fire or iron yet he became Ogun's favourite. He was taught every skill and he rose to be the greatest of iron makers ever known in his generation at the age of 12.

On his return to his Kingdom, his Aunt and Uncle sure welcomed him with open arms, he fell for their kindness at first sight but he also saw his beautiful Miroh had fallen. She was gone. Dead. He was manipulated, forced to make decisions their way. Until he put at end to it and sat on the throne as King Hyunjin I. He had his Aunt and Uncle tied on the guillotine threatening to let the sharp glass fall down as he went in search for his friends and their son. Minho.

The King learnt it the hard way, you cannot trust anyone. The ones who portray themselves as sweet and loving can also be demons in disguise. He found many, with the help of his people and the men in the arm who trusted this child more than his Aunt and Uncle. Changbin was found in the woods, pale, thin and abandoned. Seungmin had been kept captive in a cage for months, Ryujin, Yeji and a few other girls were in a brothel. That was the fate of abandoned girls, he saved them all, even Jeong-In was found in a slavery. Except for Minho, he looked for him for months until he found him destroyed, used and on the verge dying. He was in a slavery deep in the woods, where Bandits raided travelers and locals. They weren't the good kind but the dirtiest of all. He was forced to work at a tavern and was dragged away when ever men needed pleasure.

"Hyung?" Minho dropped the tray of beer he was carrying, his whole body shook at the sight of Hyunjin stand at an arm's length in his royal robes, the ancestral crown on his blazing red hair.

The birth of the scar on his face, the reason his once gorgeous blue eye was now the shade of metallic blood, his complexion altered and ruined, it was all for Minho. He killed every living creature in that very place, the Maniac his cousin became that very moment inorder to save him from the slavery and sexual molestation, the sacrifice he made for him.

At the age of 12 he had blood dripping off his sword and fingers. He had made Minho sit on his horse until he walked back to Miroh. That was the beginning of Thunderous, Hyunjin's anger set ablaze, he let the guillotine slice the heads of Minho's parents, he made every flag of Miroh burn with their bodies, every man and woman who were their followers were thrashed into the very depths of the fire. The flag of Thunderous stood tall that night as the skies broke down screaming and rumbling, washing off the dirt off the new Kingdom.

"He'd sacrifice himself if that meant he had to save you." Minho mumbled at Felix who stared at the King make his way around the village. He was broken, shattered and afraid, reserved and precious. He was in love with Jisung but didn't have the voice to tell that boy his own feelings.

"What were you saying?" Felix turned to his side smiling.

"Nothing. The King wants you to move into your own room tonight." Minho bowed at Felix. The Prince nodded, he felt a little sad but he didn't think much of it.

Compared to what they had gone through, Felix was innocent and pure. He trusted too soon and believed everyone had a good side. Hyunjin halted in his steps, he squeezed he scrunched his face, as if he were in pain. He drew in harsh breath as coughed, his eyes met with Minho which made him immediately try and hide it.

"Why do I have to move out of your room?" Felix chimed in with his hells trumpet voice.

"Because I think you're possessed. You talk like you're a demon." Hyunjin deadpanned and said between tiny coughs.

Jeong-in and Seungmin burst out laughing like the young idiots they were. Minho shooed them away but the two idiots wouldn't stop laughing. Felix pouted, he looked so adorable it made everyone's heart flutter.

"I'm hungry!!!!" Changbin's loud voice sounded. Things were better now, though things would go down hill but they had eachother. Minho smiled at Hyunjin.