After the conversation with his Grandfather Amare went back to sleep. He was just too mentally exhausted from what transpired the days previously. And to top it off he'd suffered a magical backlash.

After sleeping for god knows how long Amare found himself blankly staring at the ceiling of his new room. He was used to waking up and seeing a wooden ceiling, however from now on that would change.

His mother no longer woke him up with a smile on her face as he curled in bed begging for more sleep. His father no longer waited at the edge of his bedroom with a wooden sword, ready to train him till he cried.

Amare didn't particularly care for the wooden cabin, he also didn't like being woken up early and he especially hated going through hellish training. So why was he finding himself missing these things?

Well he didn't. Amare missed the feelings behind them. The comfort he received from waking up inside the wooden cabin he was raised in. The motherly love behind being woken up early, plus the tough love and expectations his father forced on him.

Humans often don't realise how important something is to them until it's gone. Amare found himself learning this lesson right now. The things he hated had become the things he missed the most when they were gone.

Amare clenched his fists and felt unwilling. He was unwilling to accept that those days were now over. Amare thought to himself 'I will make sure to get those days back and when I do I will never take them for granted again!'

Filled with new found motivation, Amare got out of bed and went to train. Even if he wasn't woken up and even if he wasn't guided anymore, he would still work hard. Amare felt a strong desire to not only keep his tough training up but to also improve himself further.

He left his room and found himself within a hall. The hall was bright from sunlight, numerous maids and butlers were running around doing miscellaneous tasks. It was a hall full of human life, different to what Amare was used to.

"Will I even be able to train here?"

As Amare was blankly staring forward, a young man walked over. This man was wearing a butlers uniform, however he still stood out from the other butlers. The man looked to be around 20 years old, he had short chestnut hair and green eyes. With big eyes and a gentle smile across his face, he was the type of man to give you a favourable impression.

When Amare saw him he gave a slight bow and smiled at him before running away as fast as he could in the opposite direction. Even when he was being chased by Multa he didn't show as much urgency as he did now.

"Where are you going young master? It's been so long since we last met"

A gentle voice reached Amare's ears as he found himself being picked up. No amount of struggle allowed him to break free.

"John! what are you doing here?" The colour had long since drained from Amare's face as he shivered. This man called John seemed to frighten him more than his experiences in Foras.

"Well thanks to the little shit returning home, I have to actually do my job" Contrary to the gentle smile hanging on John's face, his speech was foul.

John was Amare's exclusive butler. Amare had been living in the wooden cabin since he was born, therefore John didn't have much work to do. The only time he would go to the wooden cabin was when Leo needed to leave for a while.

When Leo would leave, John would take over Amare's training and this was where Amare felt fear for the first time. John was a petty person so he took his anger about having to work, out on Amare.

"I hope you never find love"

"What kind of weird curse is that you little shit? Just for that let's play some catch like the good old days"

"Catch? Oh god n- AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Catch was something John first played with Amare when he was 5 years old. It didn't involve throwing a ball to eachother. It involved John throwing a ball to himself... with Amare being the ball.

John ran and threw Amare through a nearby window. Being launched high into the sky would be fun if not for the sure death that would occur if you weren't caught.

On the bright side when Amare was in the sky he got a clear look of the household. It was a large fancy looking mansion that gave off the feeling of wealth. There were well choreographed gardens surrounding the mansion, aswell as what looked to be training sites. Amare could also tell there was something in the distance but he couldn't quite make it out as he started falling rapidly.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH I HATE YOU MORE THAN MULTA!!!!!"

-

"You fucking what?"

"What is it young master? I'm sorry if I've offended you in any way!!"

"Oh never mind, slip of the tongue"

In another part of the capital Multa was scaring the shit out of a maid. He thought to himself 'Why did I feel so angry just then? I haven't felt such anger since Ama- ugh forget it, I don't even want to remember'

-

Amare saw himself falling towards one of the training fields. Numerous people were littered around doing all kinds of training. Some were swinging swords, some were endurance training and others were fighting with eachother.

All these people stopped their actions as they heard Amares screams. They were all started to see a little white haired comet falling towards them. But their eyes showed an understanding when they saw John catch the comet and place it down.

"Now wasn't that fun young master but please show restraint from involving me in your games in the future"

A vein popped out on Amare's forehead at this butler feigning ignorance towards his actions. "This is why your girlfriend left you"

*Bang*

Still keeping the same gentle smile on his face John smacked Amare on the back of the head.

"You're destined to marry some fat hag"

*Bang*

"Actually a fat hag is too good for you"

*Bang*

"WOULD YOU TWO STOP IT?"

A strong killing intent engulfed the two of them. Shockingly when it hit John it was immediately cut apart and dispersed.

The killing intent was many times weaker than his grandfather's so it didn't even effect Amare.

Shock emerged on John's face as he looked at Amare. The person who sent over the killing intent was shocked too. It was a handsome youth of around 15 years old with blonde hair and red eyes. With manly features and sharp eyebrows he looked to be a mini version of Leo.

John spoke up "Young Master Richard, I have brought shit- Young Master Amare over"

Amare had his eyes wide open before he quickly ran over in happiness. "You're my big brother? Father told me so much about you!"

"Stop! Can't you see we are training? This is no place to be acting disgracefully!" Young Master Richard looked coldly at Amare before turning away.

However, this didn't stop Amare as he quickly tackled him into a hug from behind. "Father already told me that you like acting all strict, do you do it to look cool?"

""HAHAHAHAHAHA""

The surroundings rumbled with laughter as all the people training held their bellies and laughed. Richard's was face down on the floor but you could see the red spreading along his ears.

"N-No it's not to be cool... well maybe a little bit" Richard mumbled under his breathe causing a second wave of laughter to resound in the surroundings.

"Can I call you Big Bro?"

"...alright"

Amare's face was flushed with excitement. The people in the surroundings couldn't help but smile when they saw such a pure smile on a child's face.

"So Big Bro, what is this place?" Now that Amare had achieved what he wanted, he let Richard go and stood back up.

Whilst brushing off his clothes Richard said "This the one of the Celino families training grounds. The people you see around us are our families elite soldiers"

Amare's eyes immidiately started sparking. "Our family has elite soldiers? That's so cool! Do you they a cool name too?"

Numerous throats were heard clearing in the surroundings. The men and women slyly puffed out their chests and smug looks appeared on their faces.

"They're called the Celino Chimp Warriors" Richard averted his eyes as he said this.

"What a terrible name, who the hell thought of that?"

The puffed out chests and smug faces quickly dissapeared as a gloomy aura covered the whole training ground. Amare looked around and knew he'd spoken out of line, clearing his throat he shouted "Do you guys want a cool name?"

""We do!!"" His shout was met with approval from his surroundings.

Feeling his blood rush from making hundreds of soldiers shout, Amare quickly got ahead of himself. "I Amare Celino give my permission for you to change your name"

""Long live Amare!!""

John roled his eyes as he watched this and Richard looked distraught.

"Whats wrong Big Bro?"

"They've never given me such a big reaction" Richard had a downcast look as he mumbled in response.

"Oh damn reall-"

"Forget about Young master Richard for a second, do you even have authority to change their name?" John brushed off Richards dispair and asked Amare a question that had been playing on his mind.

Amare's face went blank before he stuck his thumb up and put on an innocent face. "I'm sure it will all work out"

Leaving behind behind a speechless John and Richard, Amare turned to face the soldiers. All the soldiers were red faced with excitement. Who wouldn't want to be part of a unit with a cool name?

Amare shouted towards them "I don't know much about what you guys do, however I believe you must have a speciality. What is your speciality?"

One man stepped forward, he was a tall and bulky man. He spoke in a rough voice "We aren't the strongest worriors, we aren't the most berserk worriors nor are we the smartest"

Amare didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "So what are you good at?"

The man carried on with an awe inspiring voice "We are the best at killing! Who can show their strength if they're dead? Who can fight crazily if they're dead? Who can use their brain if they're dead?"

Listening to the man's speech Amare felt another memory surfacing in his brain.

-

"Malum, what do you have to say for yourself?"

Malum looked around and saw numerous thrones. On these thrones sat almighty beings. From these beings came an incomparable aura which threatened to crush Malum.

Malum was unable to tell how strong these beings were. Their power seemed to have no depths. Without even unleashing their power, Malum was on the verge of kneeling. Their presence demanded respect from all life forms below them.

"What do you mean?"

"WHY DID YOU KILL ALL OF THEM?"

One of the beings on the throne unleashed his power onto Malum as he questioned him. He felt his bones creak as the weight of the aura nearly put him on his knees.

A crater was formed below Malum's feet as the pressure crushed him but he still stood tall. Most of his bones were crushed, he bled from every orifice and even his instincts screamed at him to kneel but he still stood tall!

"Did you want more slaves? Did you want more pets? Did you want more toys?"

"Watch your mouth!"

More auras rained down from above to crush Malum. They commanded respect, no life form below them could question them. But Malum would never fulfil their wishes.

"To those beings I was the worst being they ever encountered. I was pure evil, so evil they could never imagine anything worse. However, I was the lesser of two evils. But in their ignorance they will never know that there is a worse fate than the extermination of a race"

Malum's voice had changed from his usual indifference as he laughed crazily at the beings above him.

"I shall kill all those who go against you. Not for you, but for them. If caught by you they will experience eternal suffering. They will never be able to escape so their only release is death!"

The auras stopped crushing him and the surroundings went eerily silent. Malum could feel eyes piercing him from all directions.

One of the beings eventually spoke up. "Do you wish to go against us?"

"I am not going against you, I am just handling the dirty work in a way that doesn't hurt my conscience"

Most of the beings roared with laughter at this statement. Some just stared at Malum silently.

A mocking voice sounded out next. "You are evil... are you trying to break free from your fate? Are you trying to become something you're not?"

Malum took a deep breathe at this statement as a mocking smile appeared on his face. However, this smile was directed at himself, not at the beings above.

"I can't escape my fate. To these beings I will be the pinnacle of evil. Wherever I walk no life shall remain. Each swing of my sword will end in death. I will descend upon them to punish them for their crimes. I will become their Executioner!"

-

Amare stood silently as he processed this memory. It was the first time he'd remembered a moment from his past life without being asleep. The memory was so clear that it felt more like he was currently experiencing it, rather than just remembering it.

A red aura flowed gently out of his body. It wasn't like before when an incomparably evil aura had poured out of him in Mother Earth's hall. This aura was small, befitting him who was at the one core stage.

However, all of the soldiers found themselves standing straight. Even John and Richard were standing silently at the side watching Amare.

His previous playfulness had dissapeared and what replaced it was indifference. He looked at the soldiers and they felt an invisible pressure crushing them. It was different to being overpowered by magical power, instead it was mental pressure. The kind one would develop by standing above others. Amare was letting off the aura of a leader.

"I like that... I like that a lot. Being the best at killing, how suitable"

There was something about seeing a 10 year old nonchalantly talking about killing that sent a shiver down the spine. Be it John, Richard or the soldiers infront of them, they all felt cold sweat trickling down their back. They felt like they were in the prescience of a king. A king of death.

Before they knew it, coulds had formed in the sky and as a consequence the surroundings became dark. The red aura radiating from Amare seemed to have stained the surroundings as the darkened land gave off a dull red glow. It was like hell had descended on earth.

"I Amare Celino declare this now, from today forth you will be known as..."

Everyone waited in suspense. Little did they know this declaration would mark the birth of an army so feared, even the gods would tremble at the mention of their name.

"...Executioners!!!"