"Look down on me and I'll claw your throat out, you pathetic excuse of a being. Only I have the permission to do that."

Bathed in riches and glory since the moment he was born, Cassius was born to be a king. In the kingdom rich he reigned over, only the strongest could be at the top. 'Survival of the fittest,' if you will. Because of this, Cassius was considered the strongest out of his people, with a special, ancient blood coursing through his veins. He was one of the very few Inkeytias that had draconic features, sharp-long claws, scaly skin, piercing slit eyes, and a long dragon tail. This gave him an advantage over many, as normal humans normally couldn't match his superhuman strength.

With nobody that could claim his title, Cassius enjoyed his luxurious life without any troubles. Economic troubles in his kingdom? Not his problem, it's the treasurer's job. Skirmishes at the borders? It's the border patrol's job. The only thing he cared about was being at the top and upholding his title as the strongest among the Inkeytias. Any other affair was pointless for him. He believed his sole purpose in this world was to show off his strength. Many of his subjects hated him for his narcissism and constantly dreamed for a better king, one that would treat them better. Their prayers were answered.

In one of his countless luxurious parties where he surrounded himself with beautiful mistresses who attended to his needs, he overstepped his boundaries. His hand went on the wrong lady: a foreigner who was able to place curses with the snap of her fingers. Infuriated at the sexual violation of her space, the women immediately cursed Cassius into a body of a teenager… with erectile dysfunction.

Cassius was immediately angered and demanded to be turned back, or she would meet with death. But he never had the chance to, as his brother immediately took the opportunity. His brother, who was considered weaker than Cassius, also had the same draconic blood running through his veins, and now had the upper hand. His body physique was much stronger and mature, due to years of experience and age. After a long, grueling battle, with every spectator's anticipation at the peak, his brother rose victorious. Cassius who laid over the ground and had his hand placed over his profusely bleeding cheek, was infuriated with frustration. For the first time, he had lost. And now he faced death.