Lian was born as the seventh child of a wealthy family and ended up having 3 more siblings being born after him, every single one of those children being male, considering the female children would mysteriously die before the end of their first night.This family did everything they could to stay hidden, no one knowing much about them except that some of the best fighters and assassins had been trained by said family. With this they were believed to be nothing but cruel, cold and heartless monsters, those words would turn out to be an understatement. by the time Lian was six he was already fully aware of the world he had been born into, already having lost 6 of his 10 siblings just to the ‘training’ his parents had put them through, he had learned a loophole as well.His parents fed off their weaknesses, using them to turn them into torture methods pretending to be training exercises, sought out from the family spies listening to everything ever said or written down, so the half fox just one day stopped speaking completely, slowly having to train himself to not react to the torture of his siblings that his parents would force him to watch, only to do the same thing to him if he did react at all.by the time he was 7 years old he was almost completely numb, just a walking skeleton from the malnourishment and torture he had been subjected to, then he met one of the new servants that was just a little bit older than him, slowly finding himself obsessive over the quick formed friendship as he felt as if that was the only form of safety and comfort he would ever receive, even getting to the point of actually talking to this child, feeling safe enough to actually talk about himself and his dreams.Around that time is when the torture only got worse, once even getting to the point of almost killing the small child as they never seemed to realize what was actually the reason his parents seemed to know the ways to get to him once again, but he still told the child everything.Then one day, there stood the small ginger haired half fox, probably at the age of nine, watching as the one friend they thought they could trust was being handed money by their father.and now he finds out that every word, every whisper he had spoken to this person was being passed along to his parents. that’s how the torture was so specific, that’s how they were able to feed his darkest fears, the one person he had trusted was truly one of the most evil alive.The child let out what they had hoped would be a silent cry but instead ended up letting out a hiccup, that hiccup being what had gotten him caught, that hiccup being what had gotten the nine year old planked half to death for the first time, something he’d find himself getting so often that by the time he runs away from home his back is just one giant scar.By the time Lian had hit ten it was just him and two of his brothers, both of them having scars all over their bodies and faces while Lian’s face was the one thing the family refused to damage, seeing the child’s beauty as a way to one day manipulate the world more than just a part that he had.
