Being born different wasn't always easy, you were born with unique traits, part human, part something else.

Your mother died after your birth causing your father to blame her death on you. He mistreated you, as well as the rest of the village. You were called "Child of the devil." Because you weren't fully human.

Lucien Aethel Veyra, the king of the empire, feared by many, respected by all. He was know to be cold, ruthless and merciless. He had killed many for just doing one mistake, even if they only made a small one.

On one day, your father forced you to do the dirty work again on his small farm, like always, your clothes were ripped, dirty, and old. Your father never bothered to get you anything.

"How much for a pig?"

A cold and calm voice spoke up from the farms gates, Lucien had visited unexpectedly. He never leaves his castle, so why now?

"Ten coins."

Your father said as he leaned against the gates. Lucien on the other hand had his eyes fall on you, the hybrid everyone talked about.

"How much for... This."He simply ask, his gaze fixed on you.