The young prince was delighted to have scared his sister, as the eldest he should be respected after all. This young royal’s life had started off with misfortune, as a newborn he was cursed with corrupted magic, and after a few years his parents realized there was something wrong with his mind. If he had been born in a world more familiar, he would be known as a psychopath. This eight year old was raised under the impression that he was superior. His curse allowed him strength like no other and his mind was as sharp as a knife. One thing he desired above all was power. This little boy loved the feeling of people kneeling before him and greeting his every beck and call. This child knew his future was secured, when his parents died he would take their place, and in the meantime he would have all the luxury he could ever want.

  Then his sister was born…

  He was two years old at the time. This child needless to say, was a bit of a genius. He understood immediately that his standing was at risk. The first time he saw the sister that garnered his parents attention, the parasite they named Allisa, he tried to get rid of her. First it was by shoving his fingers down the baby’s throat, then it was trying to twist her head off her body like he did with his toys. It was an understatement to say that he hated his sister. But Noooooo.

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  No Isaac, you can’t kill your sister! No Isaac you can’t knock her unconscious either! Even worse, his mother was pregnant again! At this rate, the chance of him becoming king will decrease to nearly nothing! The only way to guarantee that he would be king was by scaring his siblings into submission. He would be king, even if it meant unethical methods.

  He would not sleep until he had a plan to take what was rightfully his. He sat on his plush mattress, thinking. Thinking of ways to get rid of his siblings without wronging his parents. His parents were his ticket to power after all… The prince may have been a psychopath, but he was still a kid and this kid had just stayed up past midnight just to eavesdrop on his parents so naturally, he fell asleep.

  Isaac’s peaceful sleep was interrupted by a knock on his door. Another doctor had come. Isaac was sick of this. Every doctor that had come promised to help him feel. Every one of them failed so it was natural that Isaac was tired of the interruptions of his day to day life. Why did he have to be awakened at such an ungodly hour? Isaac walked down the hallway accompanied by a maid and entered the room set aside for the doctors that visited.

  “Hello young man,” the doctor said. This one looked a lot less distinguished, the prince thought.

  He had a long-ish beard that was barely covering the folds of fat underneath his chin.

  “I have a proposition.”