Evin was a boy tormented by the existence of a Voice in his head, which spent most of its days abusing him with words. "I can’t let you think that this shitty thing you call your life is normal, so just accept my criticisms and try to make things better," it would say, constantly insulting and demeaning Evin’s decisions. Because of it, he was considered a lunatic by all, leaving him with no one to call friends and a father who did nothing but beat him. The only warmth in his life were blurry images of his mother, the only person who loved him unconditionally, but even she had left him when he was only three years old. Whether she did so because of his supposed insanity or not, Evin could never know. However, on his long-awaited 10th birthday, Evin learns that the organ that pumped blood through his veins was not a heart, but a mana-core. The revelation immediately lifts him from the ranks of plain old commoners to the level of mages – miracle-invokers who could bend the rules of nature to their own designs and desires. Another surprise befalls Evin, in the form of the Voice knowing how to cast spells, despite Evin never learning anything about magic in his life. It offers Evin to work together, so they can eventually find a way to separate and become two independent beings.
*Slow burn book* "Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?" The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind. "Bring the man here." "N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night. Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes. "Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out. Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain. "No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings. Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market. On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a 'guest' for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy.