PART ONE: INTRODUCTION
If you had pointed to any standing civilization on the map of Earthland right now, almost every country has had its salt's worth of conflict. Everyone had their own 'problems,' per se. In Fiore's case, their problems were bulleted on a list; Coming Storms and Warlords. Their names often changed and no one person remained on that infamous list for too long, but they were the Council's 'problems' laid bare.
Prada had been on that list once—and never intentionally. While many criminals had some rhyme or reason to what they did, be it for some sort of grandiose vision or maybe they found an organization in their madness and raped, pillaged, and destroyed all for the sake of doing it. In his case, however, he found satisfaction in the material gains of his endeavors. He had no points to prove to others, but only to himself. For a growing amount of time, he had pillaged several establishments, robbing them of their valuables so he might add it to his own collection. Like a dragon hoarding treasure, if he saw something he liked, he took it. If it was something someone else had but he didn't, he took it. Everything in the world rightfully belonged to him, and the journey in between was just making fun of the chase. The world was his oyster, and it was his right—his destiny to seize it all, regardless of the expense to others. Some things were really that simple.
Prada was only a name, though. Maybe to the rest of Fiore, it meant something, but to him, it was only a means of having his cake and eating it too. He wasn't normally one to care about the consequences of his actions, but without his eloquent and classy alias, his life as Louie Calvin Klein would only become more inconvenient than it already was. It was difficult enough to tolerate the fools he so frequently spoke within his guild and just overall, but with the Rune Knights and other sorcerers breathing down his neck too? Creating a name to go with a face during his exciting adventures was only a small price to pay for all of the fun and fulfillment he was gaining. And besides, Prada was beginning to grow on him. All the wealth, spunk, and charm of being Louie was neatly wrapped in different packaging, with silver-blonde hair and the same lion-ruby eyes as before.
His servants were loyal. That is, they feared Prada and the rest of the Klein family more than they feared any other organization or assembly. Where he was from, it wasn't anything unusual to keep secrets in order to save face. Sexual violence, domestic violence, drug abuse, and toxic families, and other crimes were easily swept under the rug. Hush-money was like any other sort of transaction, and servants were sworn to their masters, almost like a marriage. That was how it was in Napedia, and it wasn't any different from the men and women he had brought from home to Fiore. Many of those servants, William especially, had been serving Louie ever since he was a baby and were well-aware of his... difficult personality.
For most of his life, Prada excelled in everything he did. He was valedictorian of every class he's been in, and he was one of the best athletes in the region. He knew how to play dozens of instruments, and he was an amazing dancer, even if he didn't compete in competitions anymore. His taste in fashion was impeccable, and his ability to tailor and create his own designs were even more impressive. He was a talented businessman, having maintained and invested in several businesses, even though his father—Julian Calvin Klein—had stunted that part of his life recently. He was born into money and made even more of it for himself in later years. He had traveled the world and met all kinds of women. He's eaten the most exotic of cuisines and excelled in culinary arts as well. He was well-acquainted with classical literature and he kept up to date with recent news around the world. He liked museums and art, and he was amazing at chess.
However, despite being the epitome of accomplishment and triumph, he had never dated anyone. Well, not seriously, anyway. He had slept with attractive women and taken them out to eat, but that's all it was. He's had people who were so much worse off than him muster up the courage and ask him out, but he rejected them all. His mother, and nowadays even his father, had set him up with girls who they thought he'd like and would serve them well as additional members of the Klein family, but had never gone through with any of it. He was married, once. It was an arranged marriage that formed a year or two ago, with this CEO's daughter—Alice. She was a little older than Louie, and at some point, she had even become pregnant with their child, but even that never lasted. By his hand, she and their unborn baby died in the comfort of his private estate, and that was the end of that. Nothing ever seemed authentic. Nothing ever seemed to really last forever.
But who was he to worry about romance? Right now, he had more to worry about than something like that. He had sold his soul for magic, and because of that, he could delve into the many adventures he's delighted himself with today. The number of underground auctions he's raided, the Church he looted, and places he's been—his stories were beginning to add up. He had come to Fiore for a taste of adventure, and that's precisely what he was aiming to get under the careful protection of his servants and his company. The thrill of it all was uncomparable, and romance was something he could worry about when his bloodline was on the line. Before then? What was the point? No one was good enough anyway.
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