Amber of its cruelity

[Scene: Kon's room — dark, cold rain tapping on the windows. Kon sits on a large chair, leaning slightly forward, hair damp, eyes half-lidded but sharp.]

Kon (low, almost amused):

> "Victor… do you know why I want to tear this world down?"

Victor (quiet, steady):

> "…No, my lord. I know only that you will."

Kon smirks — rainwater dripping off his sleeve as he lifts a finger to trace the scar on his collarbone.

Kon:

> "People talk about good and evil. Heroes and villains. Balance. Lies.

I don't care for any side. I only care for my side. Selfish, yes. But true.

I've slaughtered families, toppled cities… yet what really rots this world isn't me. It's trust.

Trust — that fragile myth people whisper about. I'll burn it. So they learn how empty they really are."

Victor doesn't speak — only watches him like a shadow loyal to the last breath.

Kon (leans back, voice dropping to a hush):

> "And when I stand at the end… I won't say I saved them.

I'll just say: I won. That's enough."

He stands up, cloak dripping wet, boots echoing on the cold floor.

Kon (to Victor, slight grin):

> "Come. There's someone on the shore tonight.

The King Butcher… Axolip.

He doesn't know me yet. Let's change that."

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✅ Leads into: Axolip's Intro

[Scene cut: The cliff by the roaring sea — Axolip stands alone, rain pelting his broad shoulders. Twin blades on his back. His eyes cold, lost in thought.]

Behind him, Kon appears out of the darkness — no sound but the sea.

Kon (voice soft but cutting):

> "Wsp, Axolip… King Butcher."

Axolip stiffens — hand twitching toward his blade. He turns — sees Kon's calm grin.

Axolip (suspicious, low growl):

> "Who are you? How do you know that name?"

Kon steps closer — unafraid, eyes locked on Axolip's.

Kon:

> "Doesn't matter who I am. Matters what I know.

Your father… thunderstorm night.

Your brother's blood — spilled for a king's boredom."

Axolip's breath catches — the memory cracks his stoic mask.

Axolip (rough whisper):

> "How… do you know…?"

[Flashback Scene: Years ago — a muddy village under a heavy thunderstorm.]

Young Axolip (maybe 12) sits under a leaking roof with his tiny brother. The boy's breath rattles — fever sweat all over him. The brothers are curled up under a thin blanket.

Little Brother (weak, trying to smile):

> "Big bro… when I get better… I wanna see the flower hills. The ones Papa talked about."

Young Axolip (voice trembling but firm):

> "Yeah. We'll go. You'll run up there first, I'll watch you roll in the grass. Just get better, okay?"

A heavy crash — the door swings open. Their father, drenched in rain, steps in carrying stale bread.

Father (kneels, wiping the boy's forehead):

> "You boys… my strong sons. Listen, Axolip. If anything happens, you protect him. You're my heart now. Promise me."

Young Axolip (clutching his father's hand):

> "I promise, Papa."

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Days later — the fever worsens. The father is gone again, working for scraps in the royal mines. Axolip runs through flooded alleys with his brother on his back.

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[Inside a tiny healer's hut — the old healer shakes his head.]

Healer (curt, tired):

> "Nothing I can do. Take him to High Hill. Maybe the royal court will pity him."

Young Axolip (desperate):

> "Please… there must be—"

Healer:

> "Go, boy. Or bury him here."

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[High Hill — the palace gates. Axolip, soaked to the bone, barefoot, kneels in front of guards.]

Young Axolip (pleading):

> "Please, my brother needs a healer. He's dying — please, I beg—"

The guards jeer, tossing him aside. Axolip sneaks in through the kitchens, hiding behind barrels. He sees golden plates of untouched fruit, roasted meat.

He feeds his brother scraps behind a marble pillar.

Little Brother (coughs blood, faint whisper):

> "Why you… do this for me…?"

Young Axolip (hugging him tight):

> "Because you're all I have left."

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The King's servants catch them. Drag them in front of King Hilbret, draped in silks, laughing at a feast.

King Hilbret (bored):

> "What's this filth? Who let this gutter rat in?"

Young Axolip (kneeling, forehead pressed to cold marble):

> "Please… I don't want gold. Just heal him. He's just a child. Please."

The King flicks an apple at him — it bounces off Axolip's shoulder.

King Hilbret (mocking):

> "Eat. That's all you get. Be grateful."

Young Axolip (tears mixing with rain on his face):

> "Please… please—"

A guard lifts his brother by the neck — the boy's eyes flutter open one last time, searching for Axolip.

Little Brother:

> "…flowers… big bro…"

A blade flashes. Silence.

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Axolip screams — lunges. Guards pin him down. A hand clamps over his mouth as he thrashes.

King Hilbret (to his guards):

> "Waste of breath. Cut him too."

Before the sword falls — thunder cracks. A dark figure in a cloak appears — a woman with cold eyes and a whisper like poison.

Woman:

> "You want power, boy? Then take it."

She drops two curved blades at his feet — they pulse black with a strange sigil.

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[Next moments — a blur.]

Blood. Heads roll. Screams echo through marble halls.

Axolip stands in a pool of royal blood — eyes empty, blades dripping.

The king gurgles his last words. The princess tries to crawl away — her head drops with one swipe.

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[Flashback ends.]

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Back at the shore — Axolip stands before Kon, fists trembling. His voice cracks for the first time in years.

Axolip (hoarse whisper):

> "How… do you know that?"

Kon (cold grin, rain sliding down his face):

> "Because I see the same rot in you like i see on the other people i have meet the same meet like you but your is more diffennt

Axolip (jaw clenched, eyes narrowed at Kon):

Axolip:

> "What do you even want from me?"

Kon:

> "The same thing I see in your head — revenge. I know how you think. Focus City… it's next. You killed kings before — kill more with me."

Axolip:

> "…Folkus huh."

Kon (turns away, just smirks):

> "You already lost everything. So lose what's left. Come with me — or stay here and rot alone."

Axolip:

> "…Guess I got no choice then."

[Scene shift — Kon and Axolip walking away into rain or storm, no extra titles or nicknames, just raw and cold.