#chort

Once upon a time there was a kingdom ruled by a royal lineage, as one would expect.

The royal family, however, was evil. Every single one of them were abusers. They abused their servants, animals, objects, and each other.

The family lived by animalistic rules of power — whoever is bigger and scarier is the leader.

When Soviet Union happened, the kingdom was swallowed and robbed, leaving the royal lineage struggling and even more angry.

There was a single old king who was holding the lineage together in peace. But it's been 10 years since he was suffering from cancer, and thus, the illness eventually won.

Wars started between lineage members, and the line has split into separate families. The kingdom — or what remained of it — was being torn apart by greed and wrath.

There came a time when families needed to produce heirs to hold onto their shares of the kingdom. Thus a prince was born — Yar.

Unfortunately, he was born wrong. Sickly and weak. Constantly sick and not right in the head.

The family couldn't handle the failure, so they deluded themselves into believing that the problem doesn't exist.

The young prince was just as evil as his lineage — ate raw meat, killed animals, tore servant's hair out, broke windows and objects, even tried to tear apart his mother's leg.

But he didn't have the brain to be a proper ruler, and the family couldn't get another heir. They put all their expectations on him, only to watch him constantly fail them. Because some people are just not cut out to wear crowns.

Something happened at one of the prince's birthday celebrations. Traitors have snuck into the castle and caused a massacre, in which the royal family died, including the prince.

After an unknown amount of time, the prince's soul was awakened by a shadow demon — V. The demon turned the prince into one of his 'children' — smaller astral shadow demons, chorts — and taught him about the Astral (the place where souls, past, present, and future exist at the same time) and his powers.

Guests are welcome to visit him. The castle's gates are always open. But not everyone leaves the place once they enter...

And when the prince 'turned' 18 — he was 'crowned'. The Spectral Castle was created — an Astral Labyrinth where the prince's soul is now forever trapped in a dream of his own making.

The prince now spends his days drawing, writing, trying to regain his memories, and fruitlessly trying to restore the ever crumbling castle.