Iaxcigon Ironskull - The Grieving Heart that Create The Foul Mind

Once a time in the realm called the Geo. The election of a king took place in a middle south east kingdom. They were brothers, one of them is from a radical man that has a great ambition to make the kingdom as an empire, and the other one is a socialist man  that prefer peace than war. they were descendants of the previous king. Unfortunately, the time has changed where the resources and space has gone few, and the number of the people of the country has exploded. So, the decision is made, and the radical one became the king of the country. The next day, the king ordered his soldier to repel all the foreigners in the country. But, the order just an order, the soldiers rob the foreigners, rape the women, and kill the men. Only few survived the massacre, I was one of the few. The grief of losing my family must have made me full of hatred, I really wanted a revenge, no..they are worthy for a genocide. Thus, my mind become so foul, that my heart felt so cold. I felt no grief anymore, only the ambition to be more powerful and undefeatable that cross my mind. With that mind, I started my journey for power.