On the way home, Alexander couldn't stop thinking about that girl...
"Lucia... She was really pretty."
Upon arrival, the boy's parents welcomed him with lunch already prepared, along with his little brother, who was barely 3 years old. Despite his 24 years, he still lived with his parents.
"How was work?" his mother asked, worried. "Your boss called to make sure you're okay. Did something happen?"
"No..." Alexander replied. "I just felt a little sick and left."
While everyone was eating together as a family, the doorbell rang: "Trrring, Trrring, Trrring."
"Don't worry, I'll open it," the boy offered.
Upon opening the door, he found himself standing a grown man in his 40s.
"Do we know each other?" Alexander asked, having no idea who the man could be.
"No... You don't know me, chosen one of Morpheus," the strange man replied, a grim and arrogant smile forming on his face.
Alexander realized something was wrong, but he didn't even have time to react when the man uttered the following words:
"Seth, god of the desert and destruction, has granted me these powers. I could destroy your house in an instant, with your family inside."
"Wait!" Alexander exclaimed fearfully. "I haven't done anything to you! Please don't do this!"
"I wasn't going to "I'm going to do it because I need you alive to extract your divine energy, but I just remembered that you won't die because of your powers anyway," the strange man said, mockingly and laughing.
Without time to react, a huge sand sword materialized behind the man, but unlike normal sand, this was black sand. It was clear that black sword was a dark and evil power.
"Wait!" Alexander shouted desperately.
In an instant, that enormous black sand sword pierced the boy's small house, destroying it completely.
"Nooooo!"
Turning to look at the mess, he heard the man's last words:
"We'll see each other, King of Dreams. I won't fight you now. Your anger will be too great, and I still don't know how far you can use the power Morpheus gave you. Don't be mistaken, I'm not a coward; I just think before I act."
This was a clear sign that the strange man, for some reason, feared the boy's power.
Heartbroken, Alexander ran into the ruins of what had once been his home.
When he reached the dining room, the sight before his eyes was devastating. His parents and his little brother were dead, crushed beneath the massive walls of the house.
"Son of a bitch!" he despaired as his tears couldn't hold back any longer and flowed uncontrollably.
Amid all that anger and sadness, a dark, black aura emerged around the boy, with red lights flashing like electricity throughout the aura.
Alexander's power had been unleashed and spiraled out of control. His eyes turned crimson again, as that is the characteristic they acquire when he activates his power. Furthermore, beneath each eye, a strange, bright red symbol formed on his skin, resembling two curved lines intertwining. It was the appearance he acquired once his power was activated, the appearance of the King of Dreams.
"The world is a cruel place..." he said to himself, on the verge of madness. "The Eye of Arbadan? War? Power?... I didn't ask for any of that! I don't give a damn about these things or the plan these gods have, but I'm sure of it... I'm going to kill that man and everyone who planned this."