The Trash of Dragon Family

Chapter 1

The stench of blood and vomit filled the previously white room, now only a trail of red liquid dripping down from the wall, forming a blood trail.

A river of blood covered the ground, leaving no space for the previously white floor to show, and a faint red bulb gave the room a sinister, ominous reddish glow.

It was a torture room.

In the middle of the room, a square-shaped, blood-stained fighting platform stood.

On the platform, a young boy was tied upside down with a rope connected to the ceiling.

Two youngsters, identical to each other, were hitting the boy with all kinds of skills. The punches seemed like they wouldn't stop any moment now.

The boys stood opposite each other, punching the boy tied like a punching bag. It looked like they were sharing hits, tossing the boy from one to the other with punches and kicks. The tied-up boy was bloody from head to toe, looking like a blood-covered creature. The only way to identify the boy as human was by his figure.

The punches continued until one of the boys transformed his hands into claws similar to beasts. The boy with the claws sank his sharp, elongated fingers into the tied-up bloody figure's chest and drew deep lines on it.

"Aghjhhhh!!" the boy screamed, but his scream was futile as the room was soundproof.

"Why don't you commit suicide?" The boy with the claws said while thrusting his claws deeper again, and another batch of screams ensued.

"You want to make us look like murderers, huh?" he said again and thrust his claws in once more.

"Aghhhhhh!!!"

The two twins continued their assault on the defenseless figure, and after some time, one of them spoke.

"Take it easy, Liam. We wouldn't want his death to be in our hands, at least not yet," Lewis said.

Although he would like to continue, they could not stand the consequences of their actions.

The bloodied boy glinted with hope. "At least today's section will be over."

"This motherfucker won't commit suicide. This is the only way we could encourage him to take a step forward," Liam said.

They have been doing this for years, but still, the boy won't take his life. Over the years, they have experimented with different types of torture on him. They did numerous tortures, like drowning him in water and shocking him with electric cords.

They sometimes took a step forward and did inhuman things to him, like chopping his hands off and healing them again over and over.

Since the warning from their mother, they have been doing this. According to their mother, this boy has more chances at the throne than any of them.

Then, mysteriously, the boy couldn't channel his dragon gene again. Since then, they tried all manner of torture on the boy, but it seemed like it was not working.

They initially thought he would have committed suicide years back. Nonetheless, he was still alive and kicking.

After a few more kicks, they finally stopped. Liam cut the rope holding the boy, and he fell hard, hitting the ground with his head.

"Lewis, let's get out of here," Liam said, and the Twins walked out of the room, leaving the bruised boy alone.

The boy slowly untied himself. He dragged his bruised body across the bloody ground.

His blood.

He slowly twisted the bloody doorknob, and he went out. He could feel a metallic sensation in his mouth, but the taste didn't seem strange to him anymore over the years, as it had become a sort of a familiar liquid taste in his mouth.

The boy slowly dragged himself across the lobby sluggishly, with the deep claw punctures all over his body.

The long hallway walls had multiple paintings of dragons, kings, and past generals that were lined up in a straight, orderly manner along the entire hallway.

He halted his steps at the entrance of a large double door plated with gold, and a golden dragon's eye could be seen carved in the middle of the door.

The door automatically opened, and he walked inside.

He walked into a hall that had hard, rough concrete floors, and multiple crystal-clear blue pools could be seen scattered all over the hall.

The blue pools gave the room a slightly bluish glow.

The bloodied boy gently stripped off his clothes and stepped into one of the pools. Immediately after he stepped in, the blue glow became stronger and denser.

A few minutes later, he walked out of the pool. His skin was rejuvenated, and there was no trace of any injuries on his body. He put on his clothes and left.

This has become his routine for years now.

When he got to his room, he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling before he slowly closed his eyes and drifted off.

The following day, "Your Highness, it is time," said a middle-aged butler standing at the door of Ethan's room.

Shortly later, he followed the butler into a big hall. Today was a big day for the dragon princes since they were to be assigned a mission today.

Ethan is the fourth prince of the Draconian Empire. He stood at 6'2 with a lean build. His facial features were handsome and delicate.

He looked charming with his black hair that reached all the way to his waist, and coupled with his enchanting pair of gold eyes, he was simply handsome, but over the years, he started losing his charm due to the constant beating.

Although he fought back on numerous occasions, the outcome was the same with him getting trashed.

He was once a genius and a proud prince who reached half-dragon rank 10 at the age of 15. However, his dragon gene was mysteriously sealed. Since then, as if it was planned, he had suffered and been bullied by his half-brothers.

Most of the time he fought and sometimes ended up hitting them with his dragon gene seal, but as time went on, they progressed further and reached higher ranks. And then, the beating he received also increased.

He was nicknamed the "Trash of the Dragon Royal Family" because he was weak, and coupled with the fact that he couldn't channel his dragon gene, he was condemned and subjected to all types of bullying and ridicule over the years.

He had come to accept his fate, but he was determined to live on and one day repay his brothers for their deeds.

Currently, he was walking to the dining room. The servants looked at him with disdain.

He could even hear some whispering about him, but yet, it was these people that sang his praise when he was a genius.

He had lost his respect and honor over the years. The constant ridicule no longer affected him, but still, he preferred not to hear it.

He soon reached a large double door with the familiar golden dragon's eyes embedded in the middle.

In a normal circumstance, the butler is supposed to open the door, but the latter just stood to the side with an arrogant look. Ethan was pretty used to it, so he pushed the door open by himself.

The dining hall was large and spacious, with a dining table of 100 seats. The palace custodian, Aldric, stood at the side of the largest seat, which belongs to the emperor, who has been absent in isolated training for years now, so it was nothing new to the princes or other members of the royal family.

Known to be a powerful individual, Aldric stood about 6'7" tall and was also rumored to be a colossal dragon.

The four princes sat around the table. The firstborn, Kane, sat close to the large seat, followed by the second, who were the twins, and lastly, Ethan.

The firstborn, Kane, with a smug expression on his face, spoke first, "Palace Custodian, can we start the meeting now?"

"OK," answered Aldric, "the mission is to infiltrate the dragon beast's forest and steal its egg. All means are applicable as long as you bring the egg back safely with you."

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